Since I was reincarnated as a poor farmer in another world, I decided to lay bricks and build a castle

"Hey, the Barca guys. What the hell are you doing?

One man raised his voice from inside the neighboring village as both sides were relative to each other in a killing mood.

He comes out to the head of the group trying to push forward with his weapon in one hand.

I have a big sword.

Can I call it the Great Sword?

Despite his thick, thick sword in his hand, he also moves without showing any bare gestures that make him feel particularly heavy.

The figure is also quite heterogeneous and floating in this population.

The same goes for the people in our village, but basically the weapons don't have much good stuff.

A lot of people come out grabbing their farm tools intact if they suck.

Spears are often used as weapons of war rather than agricultural tools.

When I say why there are so many spears, not swords, it has to do with the economic aspect.

A spear that just puts a blade tip on the tip of a sword and wooden stick that requires a considerable length of metal part from the patterned head.

By comparison, the amount of metal used is overwhelmingly less spear and cheaper.

Therefore, it can also be said that having a sword indicates that there is also so much economic power.

What I mean is, what do you want, is that it's the only group with a greater sword than a person's height in a group that only possesses crude weapons that's full of presence.

"That guy, could it be Vargas?

"Vargas? Dad, do you know about him?

"Oh, I know. He's like these heroes. I used to be very active on many battlefields."

"You're pretty strong."

"But we should have talked about leaving here a long time ago. Were you back?"

Apparently, he's a neighbor's celebrity.

Apparently, people his age and older know a lot about Vargas.

After Vargas showed up, his voice rose everywhere and he began to get upset.

In contrast, the folks in the neighboring village seem to have regained a lot of calm with Vargas coming forward.

I'm talking about leaving here once, but will that still mean a reliable man for the folks in the neighboring village?

"Listen! The Fontana family worked outrageously against the inhabitants of the village of Vulca. We got mad at it and got up. So help yourselves with that!

It was when I was observing a man named Vargas who came forward.

My part-time brother came out in front of us and suddenly started talking.

The appearance of having the Great Sword of Vargas was also intimidating against this one, but my Bite brother would be a good match.

Bite brother pulls out a group in this one and the quality of the equipment is good.

That would be natural, too.

Anyway, it was prepared by me.

First, Bite brother rides hornless Valkyrie.

Normally, there are few peasant and ride-skilled things, etc.

It must be obvious because very few people have servant beasts that they can ride in the first place.

Bite brother on an ambitious servant beast with bright white fur.

Its body is wrapped in brand new leather armor.

This is a dish that uses the fur of a big pig as a catalyst for magic restoration drugs.

Many farmers only use agricultural tools and such as weapons, which equates to little to no protective equipment.

It would be enough to shield a wooden board at best.

Leather armor made to fit fully into the body of Bite brother, who is still a child and obviously will continue to grow.

But even more amazing was the weapon in my hand.

A hard tooth sword not as large as the great sword held by Vargas, but made from the fangs of a big pig.

I gave Grand a wave of the sword to Brother Bite.

It is not metal, but therefore possesses a sword with a suspicious light.

How can such a part-time brother be seen as such from the other side?

You must never dream of being the second son of a regular farmer.

"That gear, could it be you? Barca's Big Eater..."

"Hmm? Yeah, that's different. That's my brother. Ars, come forward."

Bite brother and Vargas talk two or three words and call me.

I don't know, but if we can talk about it for now, let's just go.

"That's him? Hey, that must be some kind of joke. There's no way a kid like that could kill a big pig on his own!

Oh, I see.

Is eating a big man like the name given to him for knocking down a big pig?

Speaking of which, you said that Gran came to me because you heard about the Big Pig Exorcism.

Is there quite a rumor spreading?

"Hey, now I'm gonna laugh at you as a kid's joke. Just put the people behind you and go home."

"Don't be ridiculous, I told you earlier. We in Barca fight the Fontana family. You guys need to help with that."

"That's what I'm kidding. I wouldn't go along with a bedtime story like that."

"Oh, what the hell, Cora"

"Oh, my God, no. Here."

Shit.

Bite brother and Vargas began to move into something like a verbal fight.

But that could make me sorry for the bickering.

Behind each other, a man with a weapon is closing in on the distance as he fronts.

I can't help it.

That's how I gave up a peaceful solution and unleashed my magic as a blackmail shooting towards Vargas.