115 Vocational Training Institute

"Gran, please, teach him well."

I glanced at Gran's back from afar and snapped to pray.

Now Gran is in a vocational training center he built in the southeastern district of Balkania.

Naturally, Gran is not on the side of being trained, but on the side of teaching.

Because I was supposed to teach about manufacturing at this vocational training center I built with churches, schools, etc.

Why did you decide to make something like that for a reason?

That is to give jobs to those who have migrated to the Balkans.

Originally, this new city called Vulcania was built on land I pioneered in the North Forest, and a decent dweller belonged to me and a few of my people.

But after I came to rule over the Knights of Barca, I was supposed to admit that other residents would also live there.

At this time, it was the people who lived in the village of Vulca who began to live inside a fortified city called Vulcania, and the people who fought with me in the neighbouring village and had the Vulcan surname and did not have their own farmland.

They told me to make hardened bricks and grow magic mushrooms, which led to a lot of income.

And thanks to the growing number of things with money, some merchants also started buying and living in construction homes built in Vulcania.

But it was someone else who would be the problem.

In fact, there are poor and uneducated people who do not have the Barca surname, and therefore cannot use magic, and who do not have that much savings, like the merchants.

Why there are such people, simply because they have gathered in Vulcania in trouble to eat.

Once I fought the Fontana family and won it.

At that time, some of them came right to me and joined me under my umbrella and gave me magic.

They're very lucky to have the Barca surname and be able to use magic, but they're stuck to a truce agreement without ever fighting.

Looks like the story passed on in a strange way.

Somehow, it seems, there has been a spread of the urban legend that if we go to Vulcania, we will be able to use magic ourselves.

Thus came those who had trouble eating in other cities and villages to Balkania with a great deal of hope.

But it is.

As far as I'm concerned, I was not willing to give the Barca surname any more disorderly.

Once the Fontana family and I spoke peacefully, there is also a burden on the Church that we were taking the name personally.

Forget about them, I couldn't get into the act of giving new humans wheelies and magic.

But I guess that would mean "different from what I was hearing" for the guys who came here.

I had to come all the way out of the way and be stunned that I had nothing to gain.

If it's just how I feel, it's not what I found out about those people or anything.

It's not like I spread that story, even if they say it's different from what I was hearing.

I want you to go home when you find out it's not the same as the facts.

That's what I thought, but that didn't put the inquirer down.

Originally, they came here with nothing to eat, no land of their own, and they couldn't get to work out of the city.

They just found out they couldn't get magic, and that wasn't the reason to turn back.

If there's no magic, let's manage to eat here.

That's what I thought and started trying to live on my own in the land outside the walls.

I got this report. I was in a hurry.

That would be so.

What happens if we leave the ones who live here on their own?

It's scary to imagine, but you'll definitely be able to slam it.

There's no way I can forgive the fact that the outside of the city I've worked so hard to create will be slammed early.

I had to do something about it.

But that's also why I was hesitant to eliminate it.

It's not like they're doing anything wrong right now.

I do not feel comfortable forcibly eliminating this by force.

I have trouble spreading bad rumors about the Barca Knight Territory that I have just been able to.

That's what I decided to do. I decided to give them an easy job.

That was architecture with hardened bricks.

Just when the problem with the migrants started was when they were working on the exterior walls, so they let them help renovate the walls using hardened bricks made by magic by those with the Barca surname.

Let my part-time brother and Vargas and others do the work in the form of a push to give me wages.

And if he took this job seriously, he would also give him permission to live within the walls.

Most things heard this condition and worked seriously.

Thanks to this, the renovation of the exterior walls was completed without any problems, and when the winter was over, the castle was also built to help complete it.

But this was the problem from here.

I can't keep doing my day job doing just building like this all the time.

Because this Vulcania doesn't have that much work to do.

I'd be in trouble if they didn't put a job in their hands right now.

That's why we were supposed to build this vocational training center.

It's surprising that you want to make something that you remember.

Furniture construction made from timber harvested from forest reserves.

Charcoal making can still be a little tricky.

There are also builders of saddles and pods for Valkyrie.

Wood processing is not the only thing I want you to make further.

I also wanted glass products.

I don't have to make windows by hand because I've spelled them out, but glass dishes, glasses, etc. can be made by hand.

Because Barca Castle has a reputation for using stained glass for its glass products.

But what I wanted him to grow up to be more than a maker was someone who could make glass lenses.

That and this are all bad grans.

Gran is a very good builder and has made many of the things I asked for, which is very helpful.

But Gran was the type of person who burned his passion for making new and difficult things, and he wasn't willing to continue to make what he created afterwards.

Although it has a high development capacity, it was a less than productive human resource.

Finally, this vocational training institute wanted to increase the number of people who could make new products created by Gran because they could use degraded copies.

As I watched the migrants who were eager to hear Gran talk about manufacturing, I kept praying for the city to take root by mastering technology without falling off.