I Was Reincarnated as a Poor Farmer in a Different World, so I Decided to Make Bricks to Build a Castle - Chapter 63

"Hey, you Balkans. What the hell are you doing?

A man from the neighboring village raised his voice while both sides were killing each other.

With a weapon in one hand, he pushes it out in front of the group in a slow fashion.

He has a large sword.

Is it okay to call it the Great Sword?

Despite holding a thick and thick sword, it moves without showing any particular appearance of weight.

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

So do our villagers, but basically they don't have very good weapons.

There are many people who grab the agricultural tools and come out.

Spear is often used as a weapon of war, not as agricultural equipment.

Why there are so many spears instead of swords is related to the economic aspects.

A spear with a blade on the tip of a sword and a wooden stick that requires a considerable length of metal from the handle.

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

Therefore, having a sword can be said to indicate that it has such economic power.

In other words, what I want is to have a sword that is bigger than the height of a person in a group of people with only poor weapons, which means that it is full of presence.

"Is he, like, Vargas?

"Vargas? Dad, do you know him?

"Oh, I know. He looks like our hero. I used to be very active on a lot of battlefields."

It's pretty strong, isn't it?

"But you said you left here a long time ago. Are you back?"

Looks like your neighbor's celebrity.

People his age and older seem to know a lot about Vargas.

After Vargas showed up, his voice began to grow and upset everywhere.

In contrast, the neighboring villagers seem to have regained considerable calm with Vargas coming forward.

I was told that I left here once, but I wonder if it would still be a reliable man for the people in the next village.

"Listen to me! The Fontana family has done injustice to the inhabitants of Vulcan village. We got angry with it and stood up. So help me with that!

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

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

The appearance of Balgas's great sword was also intimidating to us, but my part-time brother would also be a good match.

My part-time brother is exceptional and the equipment quality is good among us.

Of course.

I prepared it anyway.

First of all, my part-time brother rides the Hornless Valkyrie.

Normally, few peasants have riding skills.

It's only natural that there are few people with beasts that can ride them in the first place.

A part-time brother riding a majestic servant beast with a pure white fur.

The body is wrapped in brand new leather armor.

This dish uses the fur of a big pig as a catalyst for magic healing medicine.

Many farmers only use agricultural tools and other weapons, which is equivalent to almost no defensive equipment.

At best, they're using the wooden board as a shield.

Leather armor made to fit perfectly into your part-time brother's body, which is clear that he will continue to grow as a child.

But what was even more amazing was the weapon I had.

It's not as big as the big sword held by Vargas, but a hard tooth sword made from the big pig's fangs.

I gave Grant a swing of the sword to my part-time brother.

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

What does such a part-time brother look like from the other side?

I must never dream of being the second son of a normal farmer.

"That gear, maybe you? The one who eats the big barca....."

"Hmm? Oh, that's not true. That's my brother. Ars, come out front."

My part-time brother and Vargas speak two or three words and call me.

I don't know, but if I can talk to you for the time being, I'll go.

"Is that him? Hey, you gotta be kidding me. I don't think a kid like that can kill a pig alone!

Oh, I see.

Is eating big things like the name given to defeating big pigs?

Speaking of which, Gran came to me because he heard about the big pig hunt.

I wonder if the rumors are spreading.

"Hey, now I'm gonna laugh at you as a kid's joke. Get these people back together and get out of here."

"Don't be ridiculous, I told you before. We Balkans fight the Fontana family. You guys are gonna help me with that."

"That's it, don't joke. I don't think I'm going to go out with that kind of sleeping talk."

"Oh, my God, Cora."

"What, are you done?"

Shit.

My part-time brother and Vargas began to move into quarrels.

But that could make you sorry for the quarrel.

Behind each other, a man with a weapon is moving closer and closer to the jirizi.

I can't help it.

That's how I gave up a peaceful solution and cast my magic as an intimidating shot towards Vargas.