I Became A Black Merchant In Another World

The Duke sighed as if he found it utterly ridiculous.

There are hundreds, if not nearly a thousand, nobles across all of Toscana, and among them, there are all kinds of peculiar people.

There’s a Baron who says a woman’s chest is ruined if it’s over an A-cup, or that a woman isn’t a woman if she’s taller than 150 cm, a real Lolita-type fellow.

Other people are too busy with politics, but there’s one guy who locked himself in his territory and dedicated himself to carpentry, eventually proving his skills and earning the title of Honorary Guildmaster of the Carpenter’s Guild...

But no one else but me has devoted themselves to farming and developed new agricultural methods.

“Civil wars, making steel, brewing alcohol, solving epidemics, and now developing new farming methods. What exactly are you? Deus, good heavens.”

In my past life, I was just an ordinary graduate student who majored in Western History in South Korea.

But if I said this, I’d probably be called a heretic or asked if I had lost my mind.

It’s a shame that I can’t even speak the truth, given that this is the reality.

“I just gained some insights by looking at the world from a slightly different perspective than others.”

“When I studied at the Toscana Empire’s university, there was a crazy guy who could memorize everything just by skimming through books. He said something very similar to what you just said.”

I didn’t argue with that remark, nor did I agree with it.@@novelbin@@