Buy the Land And Cultivate in Different World

"Hih!? Disgusting!?"

Rancher Demon Race.

Scared by the strange events that happen in front of me.

And that should be because my hair grows out of all the sheep I touch so fast that they become mockingbirds.

The mockingbirds are growing and swelling......

"Ah, it's time to stop."

Even though I thought so, I couldn't stop growing.

All by the power of God that dwells in my hand.

"Nhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!?

Batty is also surprised by this situation.

Even if I just wanted to let it go, my hands and fingers were tangled in the wool and I was supposed to be erratic.

Even though I managed to pull my fingers out at my disposal, at that time the surface area of the sheep was about six times that of the original.

"What the hell? Awwwww!?"

All I'm saying.

The twitchy hairless sheep transformed into a mass of hair that was now enough to look up.

It's too much of a toy to see the contents anymore.

"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!?"

Exactly, rancher, rushing over to a chunk of hair.

For them livestock is a companion who makes it an important asset and lives together. I can't help but worry.

"It's okay."

I take two or three steps back and then pull out the Evil Sword Dry Schwartz.

Rancher, look at that. Bright blue in the face.

"Don't worry. It will never be something you fear. Make him a little cramped......!

Release the blade of the Evil Sacred Sword to a chunk of hair that is no longer discernible to Russia whether it is a creature or not.

"Nhiyi ok!?"

It was the ranchers who screamed on behalf of the sheep themselves.

After the moment, on the marks of the slashed chunks of hair stood a sheep that had been pruned and had once again become hairless.

No scratches.

"That's Saint......, I can't believe you cut out your hair without scratching the sheep body...!?"

"The Holy Sword is just amazing."

Answer the praise from Batty calmly.

In fact, it's true that the Holy Sword is more amazing, and I feel that you lived the experience of skinning potatoes and carrots every day.

With this cleavage of evil holy sword, vegetable skins could be scraped off with extreme thinness, as could sheep's hair.

"Well..., this pruned hair..., stay eh!?"

Sapphic sheep.

Even then he turned his head on me and went straight back to the meadow.

All that's left is a huge amount of wool.

"This is the sheep's hair...!?"

"It has been considered non-existent……!?"

Both Batty and rancher are intrigued by the mysterious object wool they see for the first time.

"Ugh, fuzzy touch. Isn't that completely different from goat or cow hair?!?"

"Batty, I'm sorry, but he'll come back to the farm and call me Goblin. Tell him to bring the yarn spinning tools with him."

"Okay -. Oh, Uncle, I'm sorry, let me temporary transfer point here, shall I?

While the rancher's uncle was distracted, Batty set up a transfer point from Mizu and flew away with transfer magic.

Because this way, when I go back, I fly away.

I'll wait. I'll use my time to wash this wool.

Prepare for the proper procedure.

"If there's a water field, can you let me use it?

"Ahhh? Oh...!?"

The completely soul-wiped rancher followed my request as well.

The wool has just grown, so it was not particularly dirty, but it should be washed once.

Using the "supreme bearer" effect, the dirt slipped off, and it dried quickly.

That's how Batty came back.

As instructed, take a few goblins.

Again, as I instructed, the goblins were each bringing in spinning tools such as yarn wheels, ready to go.

"All right, spin the yarn from this wool!

These local goblins are brilliant.

Experiencing hand spinning from the spitting yarns and cotton of Vajra Kaiko from day to day, they don't even cower at opponents with slightly different shades.

Working on the tequila, the wool scattered disorderly disappears as he sees it and clumps into a few yarn spheres.

That rapidity was just a compliment with the goblins on my farm.

"Now use the yarn you can...!

It was my turn again.

I already have a knitting needle in my hand.

While I waited for Batty to take the goblins home, I shredded the trees and made them.

Of course it was with the Evil Sword Dry Schwartz that I shredded.

Holy Sword works great.

The needle threads the yarn, and the yarn and thread knit together.

Normal would be the knitting of a tortoise's stride, but I have the 'supreme bearer', so I go tear-free and fast.

While Batty and the rancher were amazed at the speed, they were able to finish one early.

"Sweater!!"

A sweater that was rushed and simple to make, but was well made.

"After all, I don't feel like decorating the clothes made by Saints at all..."

I'm not going to let it out the moment I can. Batty.

"You're here! That's how I'm capable!?"

"The clothes you make, my dear, are still tough."

Goblin didn't let me out!?

Fine, that's why I'm totally at Batty's disposal to make clothes.

This sweater is prototyped, so to speak.

Even from sheep in this world it was proven that yarn could be removed and knitted.

And then...

"Rancher!!"

I bowed my head to the owner of this ranch.

All the best.

"Why don't you let us buy this yarn!?"

"Huh? From me!?"

Suddenly I get suggestions and I'm confused, rancher.

Well, naturally.

"Of course, because this yarn was picked from sheep on this ranch. You who raise that sheep have ownership! So I have to buy it from you first!

"That being said, all of a sudden what is...!?"

"We already have the money."

"So much!?"

When I sent Batty to get the goblins, I was letting him prepare them with me.

This money was given to me by Mr. Shakus of the Pandemonium Chamber of Commerce as the cost of the paper.

By giving this as the price for the yarn, the wealth is being restored to its rightful counterpart......, should!

"So..., now...!?"

The rancher received much without resistance whether his thinking was also paralyzed by the continued surprise of standing.

"The sheep I touched will continue to grow their hair. It's not as steep as it was earlier, but it should grow at a very natural rate."

"Really?!?"

That's what I felt through my "supreme bearer," so definitely, I should.

"Let's touch the other sheep and keep their pores open. From now on, you should prune the hair that the sheep stretch and sell it to the tailor for a living. I'm sure you'll make money."

Let's tell Mr. Shakus to take the initiative and buy it up.

Now these ranches and sheep should be able to crawl out of bankruptcy concerns.

"Oh......! How thankful......!

Finally swallowing things, the rancher knelt on the spot in tears.

"What mercy. What a miracle business.... What the hell kind of god are you to be able to perform such a miracle?

"I'm not such a big deal. I just wanted to digest my career."

No, really.

"Guuuuuuuu!?"

And the sheep teased me with a tackle head poke again.

What the hell are they doing?

Thus I succeeded in caring for those who were about to lose their jobs from our exodus of otherworldly technology.

For the record, the ranch later becomes famous for 'hair grew out of sheep that could not have grown hair'.

Gentlemen suffering from thinning hair came from all over the country to try to benefit from touching the world's rarest woolly sheep.