Buy the Land And Cultivate in Different World

My name is Elron.

He is the head of the proud Elf bandits Thunderstorm Stone Sharpeners.

The names of the bandits I lead are so known and feared in the demonic and human spheres of power.

He's notorious.

I just stole too much flashly and got nomination arrangements from both the people demons.

So life on the run for life.

It's been a few weeks since I stepped into an untouched area where no one leans if I don't calm down where people's eyes are.

If you run this far deep, the Hunting Angel will come too.

Originally, elves were best at camping in forest mountains.

You can live comfortably for years in a harsh environment where the nasty demons and people will drown in three days.

It is our current policy to cool down most of our camp life here.

Well, I guess in less than six months, I'll be back at the mother-in-law and reopening my bandit operations.

Thinking, for example, one of my men, who made me go around, came back out of breath.

"Your head! Oh, my God. Your head!

Even though I'm telling you not to make noise in vain, just like in the woods when you work as a bandit.

What's that unusual rush?

"We found the village!

Village?

Don't be silly.

We got nomination arrangements from both the People Demons, and we went out of our way to get out of the chase into a deserted depths.

Instead of living in a village like that, you're supposed to live alone.

"But your head"

Oh, Maelga, the deputy head.

Always helps with your sober opinions. Don't hesitate to tell me.

"The sense of direction of our elves is far superior to that of the human demons, etc., but there may still be one mistake in case"

Right.

If he had gone back near the crowd before he knew it, there would be a danger of being discovered here by the hunting angel.

"I was wondering if the reports of things here are true or not, and if you should make sure with me and your head eyes. And if this was really a point not so far away from people, I thought we should change places immediately."

That's the deputy head.

It's a calm and accurate opinion.

Hey, look, lead us to the place where the village was.

Whether your eyes are crap like glass balls or not, I'll take care of them straight away.

And I hope I went out of my way...

Why are all the bandits here?

"Eh heh...!

"Isn't that nice, your head?"

Isn't that nice, honey?

For reconnaissance, such a large area. I can't help but stand out above the difficulty of moving.

"I have no choice, my head. We, the people of the woods, call ourselves the elves, are a bunch of urban bandits. You'll miss the smell of people away for a while."

To the deputy head!?

... Well, I'd be lying if I told you I wasn't excited either.

But sometimes it's a mistake, isn't it?

You don't expect too much, do you?

I tried to get to the point of the problem while thinking about it, and it really happened.

Field.

Beautifully plowed and guaranteed to have people's hands in it.

Besides, the fruitful crop is brilliant or luxurious again...!

"You have no sign of people. plowing another place......, did I just say?

Whoa!?

Right, Lieutenant!

The fields just showed up yet, not the people themselves.

I don't even know if this is still a people's power zone or a demonic power zone. Everybody move with great care!

"Head! Come on! Vegetables in this field!

"It looks super yummy!! I just ate it because it was made and it looks like it's going to fall off my cheeks!!"

You guys ahhhhhhhh!!

How many vegetables are you drowning from the side I told you to move with caution? Oh!?

Well, we're bandits, so it's natural to steal about vegetables.

"Your head is really delicious."

Cool lieutenant, even you!?

"It's colors, shapes, crops I've never seen before, but they're all better than anything I've ever eaten! What is this! Is he the fruit of God?!?"

Calm deputy is excited!?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Just one vegetable.

So you want me to try it?

Okay, well, I was hungry anyway, so I'm gonna eat without being recommended.

It's kind of red and awakening.

Here you go......

puffy.

Uhhhhhhh!?

What!?

What is this? What is this?

Damn, it's too delicious, but it's bright and sweet!

Compared to this, the weeds we've been eating are just bitter!

"The chief, the people who were looking around, gathered information and came back."

Oh, hey, when? Ready?

"They don't see anything around here that looks like a residential area with similar fields just spreading. The only thing is just a big mansion in the middle of the field."

So you're saying that all the fields that spread out here are held by someone who lives in that one mansion?

"It's more like a farm or something than a village. It's like this nobleman is going to hide."

I see.

Then I can snort that the fields are so vast in remote and despicable places.

Are you noble......

Aren't we the prey of bandit outfits!!

"What are you going to do, your head? We, for one, now stipulate that we are thoroughly on the run and that the bandit operation is under rest?

I don't know if he's resting. If I hadn't done nothing with such a delicious prey in front of me, the bandit's name would have been scrapped......!

"So do you do it?

A calm deputy head and my gaze intertwine.

It's like growing such delicious vegetables and monopolizing them. You must be accumulating plenty of gold-eyed treasures in the mansion!

Thunderstorm Stone Sharpeners are temporarily closed now! We're going to raid the Mansion and take as many as we have!!

"" "" "Ohhhhh!!" ""

I won't stay for a moment after I've made up my mind.

This countryside's just starting to be our 'Thunderstorm Stone Sharpeners' shima. Oh, whoa!

And if it was exuberant.

I ran into a dog.