Industrial revolution starting with the undead

Territorial Assembly.

It exists not only in the territory of the Earl of Fleetberg, but also in all noble territories.

Even though they are lords, they do not have all the power to make decisions, and if anything changes the law in the territory or changes the tax breakdown, they must always pass through Parliament. And it is the representatives of the towns and villages in the territory that make up this Parliament.

By the way, in the case of the Earl of Fleetberg territory, since it is made up of two towns and seven villages, it is the two mayors of the town and seven village mayors who are taking part in this territorial council. They used to have more villages, but now there are several abandoned villages where no one lives, so they are treated as seven villages.

I knew it existed.

"About ten days ago, I sent you a letter about Parliament being convened today, and apparently you haven't been seen"

"... I'm so sorry"

I didn't confirm the letter or anything at all.

By the way, this gentleman is said to be the mayor of the town of Andrew in the town of Fulcus, the largest of the counts of Fleetberg. This town of Fulcus is essentially the centre of Count's territory, and it is this town that has my mansion as well as the House of the People.

And Parliament was convened, naturally, because the Lords would take turns. No matter how many sons of lords they may be, they cannot be lords without passing parliament.

The butcher's father named me Lord.

Well, that's right in Congress, it won't mean you don't recognize me as a lord. It should have been Congress that recommended me as a lord in the first place.

"Sa, we're here. This way."

"Ha..."

Mr. Andrew let me ride with him in the carriage he came in, and arrived a short while later.

One reason is that I was not aware of the location of the House of Territorial Councils because I was not very interested either. Because I had no idea back then that I was going to be a lord.

I have the impression that the House of Territorial Councils itself is just a little bit of a fine merchant.

"Go ahead, ladies and gentlemen, we've got it all."

"I'm sorry"

"No."

Andrew smiles at me.

But the faces in this Chamber will not always be the same. Some of them may have an unpleasant face for being late for office early.

Well, be it.

"Excuse me. Your lord has arrived."

I opened the door that was closest to me, beyond that.

interior like a fairly wide reception and a round table in the center of it. And there were eight old men sitting around the round table.

Perhaps each is a representative of each town or village.

And the seats furthest from the entrance and the seats closest to the entrance are each empty.

"Master Jin, please sit in the back seat"

"Oh, oh..."

Nodding to Mr. Andrew's words, the round table - takes its deepest seat.

And it is Mr. Andrew who will sit in the seat closest to the entrance that will face him.

Weird sweat came out. I haven't asked you anything about what you're going to do.

"We shall now have an extraordinary assembly. This agenda lies in the fact that with the passing of our predecessor Count Robert Friedberg, Lady Gin Fleetberg has become a new lord. Dear Jin, first things first."

"... ah, oh"

Swallow the sauce and spit.

Staring at me with a piercing look, nine pairs of eyes. I wonder why I don't feel a very favourable impression.

Are you wary that such a young man will become a lord?

"This time, with the death of my father, I am Gin Fleetberg, who is to succeed the countess and lord. Regards."

"Regards"

Nine people say that with their mouths together.

There is no particular disagreement. Well, naturally, I became a lord because it came with Parliament's decision in the first place.

Brother Edward ran off with the bakery's daughter, and in an extraordinary council meeting at that time, there was an opinion on how to make Brother Hulk lord. That was played from the Territorial Council to the Imperial Council, and there was dissent from His Majesty the Emperor.

And then we reconsidered it in the House of Lords, and it turned out to be Zinn Fleetberg - in the form of putting me in a new lord.

In other words, there's no way I'm going to get a voice that denies that I don't deserve a lord.

"Uh..."

"We will now act as representatives of the people to support Count Zinn Fleetberg in the future."

"Oh, nice to meet you"

"First, there are a few questions that the Lord would like you to grasp."

And from behind my left, a piece of paper is handed to me.

That's probably the woman serving in Parliament. Don't tell me I was a little surprised because I was behind it without a sign.

Extremely succinct, paper with a few issues written on it - perhaps it will explain the details of it now.

"First of all, the population is down from last year. Two places in the town of Fulcus, in the town of Raccoon, have not decreased that much, but the villages have tended to decline considerably. Especially when teenagers to twenties often abandon their villages and head to the city. There are also many children in rural areas who have been sold to slave traders in order to discourage them."

"... oh yeah. I saw the material, too."

"As a result, tax revenues are expected to decrease by about 10% or 3% over the previous year."

……

Thirty-three.

That's a lot of money. At least, even this state of deficit will mean even less tax revenues.

It's something I've been thinking about, but it's still packed in our territory.

"There are also bandits spreading near the countryside. Three just to be sure. Do you think they have Negijo near the villages of Bath, Kafkev, and Dakao? Each village is regularly raided to deprive them of food and money. These three villages will starve their inhabitants to death if they do not grant amnesty."

"... yeah, right"

"In addition to that, there are many more fallow lands due to a shortage of inhabitants. That much land, with only the elderly to cultivate, lacks the labour force. Prospects for next fiscal year are down by 10% and three minutes, but they will decrease even more in the future."

"... oh"

I had that information, too.

In a territory where only the elderly are present, there are also villages that have become abandoned. The labour force is scarce, crops are reduced and tax revenues are reduced. In addition, it is the old men who will make up most of the inhabitants in the future. Thinking about when they were summoned to heaven, I feel heavier now.

But why is Andrew talking about it right now?

"Do you have any abdominal proposals for the new lord, Master Jin?

"... abdominal proposal?

"My predecessors said so, at least reassuring the residents by carrying out a bandit crusade. Many times you have headed for a crusade yourself. But still, the financial resources of the territory have not been secured at all. There are fewer young people, more elderly people, less tax revenue and less crops."

My father probably hit a lot of hands, too.

However, neither the shortage of the inhabitants nor the decline in tax revenues could be stopped. That's right. It would not be possible to turn this poor territory into a black, if that was not even a miracle.

"So I ask Master Jin. How do you intend to manage your territory in the future?

"... it"

"If you're talking about maintaining the status quo, I'm sorry, but the town of Fulcus does not require the asylum of the Earl of Friedberg. We will run the town of Fulcus in Parliament for the amount of tax to be given to the Earl Territory."

……

This is the last word I wanted to hear.

In the territory of the Earl of Friedberg, the town of Fulcus is the one where you can expect the most tax revenues. All of it, this town is the biggest, but therefore the money moves well.

If you say so, you can say that the Earl of Friedberg territory is in deficit because it is making up for the black deficit it gained in the town of Fulcus in other villages.

Such a town of Fulcus leads through aristocratic territory and becomes a municipality - which is, at worst, the worst.

But there's no problem.

That was a problem I had to solve.

"Uh, about that."

"Yes, Master Jin"

"I have a stomach proposal. I want you to feel safe."

On purpose, the old men make a scene for a moment.

But that too, let's wait for the continuation of my words - you thought so, and stopped in an instant.

And I'll put one finger up.

"A year. I want you to endure the year as it is."

"A year, is...?

Either way, I was going to reform this territory.

Miracles have to happen in order to turn this poor territory into a black.

And I have that 'miracle' on hand.

There is an art book of sorcery.

"A year from now, when I make a mistake, you should like it. But instead, I want you to listen to me for a year."

"... you can trust that word, right?

"Oh. A year from now... let's try to reduce the current fallow to half. That's all there is to the workforce."

"Oh my...!

Surprise of the mayors, the village chiefs. And a delightful grin that runs slightly.

That's the face I believe the future of this territory will be bright in the future.

They'll be surprised again.

I'm taking the skeleton as a new workforce.