Buy the Land And Cultivate in Different World

I'm Elron.

It's also a long time ago that I was the head of the Elf Bandits "Thunderstorm Stone Sharpeners.

At the end of such an intelligent land, it was the end of my luck that I entered an unusually rich farm to steal with a knoll on the spot.

The saint, Master Kidan, caught me fast.

We were doing a buoy despite the borders of the Devil's Country and the Human Country. I was also ready when I became a rope.

Well, eighty-nine in ten, neck chompa with the death penalty.

If it were worse, the worst possible pattern would have been to focus on the added value of the elves being racially beautiful until they broke down as sex toys for the outgoing aristocrats.

It didn't.

"The atonement for stealing is by labor," said the saint Kidan, who captured us, giving us his job.

Making tools that are super fun for us.

We, the Elves, are inherently forest people who hunt and harvest for survival in the woods, and when we don't do it, it's a fun species to move our fingers in a day of tool making.

I am appointed squad leader of the ceramics manufacturing squad, who makes vessels from soil, on my way to the kiln every day.

How long has it been since I've been so calm and made things up?

Still, I perspired in the face of the kiln for a long time, so as I was out of the workshop and resting, I met Maerga, a calm deputy head.

No, you're not the deputy head now. You were the head of the leather squad.

"I'm always the deputy chief in front of you. I enjoy working here most of the time."

Do you enjoy working here?

That's a sober, second-headed, sober opinion.

"You never dreamed this would happen."

Oh.

Have you been able to live so calmly since you were kicked out of your native forest?

Neither I nor Maelga have been a bandit since the moment I was born.

We were also childhood tamers born and raised in the same homeland, the same woods.

The forest is not there now.

It's vanished.

Locally, that forest, which belonged within the territory of the human nation, suddenly withered away one day.

Later I learned that it was due to mana depletion caused by the fact that the human country managed to use some sort of massive magic.

The magic magic used by the people is less convenient and less user-friendly than the magic of the demons, but once used, it exerts tremendous power and consumes a large amount of mana for it.

For the most part, the mana uses natural mana that flows through the forces of the people, and the influence of the mana, which is indiscriminately depleted for it, is naturally colorful.

One of the effects of this was that the forest we lived in withered.

We were chased where we lived, we became a family scatter, and we could no longer explore each other's cheapness.

Nothing is more miserable than an elf who lost his forest.

It didn't take that long for us to take the last choice of being bandits when we lost the art of living.

Perhaps it was at least a pride preserve to learn about the circumstances that deprived us of our homeland and only stole it from aristocrats and luxuries that flourished in an agile way, all with their revenge.

"Speaking of which, you know what, your head? That saint, he's not from this world."

What are you talking about?

"People's magic magic has the art of connecting worlds different from here to bring brave men. The saint is also called by his magic to be an alien."

You're coming from a different world.

"No, he said he was forced to do whatever the will of the person in question. That's why the Saints are cutting off from the human kingdom and living quietly here. Right."

Just like us.

You mean the victims of the magic of the people?

You kind of like it more and more.

"Do you agree with your head, too?

and the deputy head to see through this one.

To us elves, men don't exist.

Elves are born only to women, so only women's elves exist.

I don't know why that works either, but the point is the elves have to interact with a different race to keep offspring.

Whatever race you interact with is always an elf, so when you're about age, you leave your hometown in search of a man.

Saints who create such a huge farm and lead elite monsters.

No material provider is better than this to produce an excellent next generation.

"The problem is Princess Prati and the Ville dragon that fit in the seat of her rightful wife."

Those people look seriously scared.

Especially if the dragon is in a worse mood. I'm not sure I'll live and lift it.

"If you're as strong as a saint, you won't have any problem offending a woman at will, and what we want is the saint's spirit, not the wife's seat. Negotiate carefully and you won't be in trouble."

That sounds like a cool deputy chief opinion.

I am not familiar with the circumstances of people and demons.

It's good to have a chance.

"Look at your head."

When I see it, one elf plays his breath and runs away.

If I say elf here, that's my ex-boyfriends, of course.

The Bandits era was a lower end, but isn't it now Poel, who was greatly promoted to head of the Glassmaking squad?

"We seem to go under the saints as we do every day and consult on product performance checks and new products. But you seem to be showing your face even on days when you don't have any business."

Why are you wasting it?

"Of course, to give you more opportunities to get in touch with the saints and get them to think about it."

Such a means...!?

Does that elf distract a man by doing that nowadays?

I wish I could have attacked and squeezed out men of other races... If you think about it carefully, does it not make sense for the saints?

Well, if he succeeds, I'll try to mimic him and rub him off against the saints.

Until then, do you enjoy life here?

Hundreds of flat dishes asked for.

We need to bake it up.