Mr. Nobu’s Otherworld Chronicles

- The earth. Fuzzy! Weed, stone, crush it and turn it into dust! Burn! I'm a red tiller!

"" The Hit of Opening (The Tractor) ""

Oh, no, no, no.

The ground flips over and over, involving overflowing weeds. Black earthy skin became dewy as the sound of a kid bokon and something smashing. Spread out the dirt borrowed from the neighboring mountains and add the "blow of opening" again.

"Done! Waquanya Farm 2nd Street!

When I turned to the face of the Production Division, which was waiting for my face, everyone would open their mouths. I wonder if this will happen if, in just about ten minutes from the start of the opening, the vacant, weedy land turns into farmland that has been cultivated neatly in every corner. But it's your job from here on out, isn't it? I look out for Tino, who was the only one who was flat because I'm used to seeing her.

"Come on, don't be shy. Let's start with acre-making. I plan to plant trees all the way around, so leave them there. All the acres are the same height, no problem. Good luck with your first harvest in the evening."

Move ahead with a small body. The stiff face hurried back to me and brought out the bamboo. I'll make a hell of a statement about harvesting in the evening. I seem to miss hearing it.

Why is Tino leading the way? She was given the position of Head of the Production Section. Or I gave it to him. In other words, it is their boss. I'm actually a child, but if I had a title, I wouldn't be able to get rid of it. Anyway, she's the most suitable and knowledgeable agricultural person in our face, isn't she? I'm willing to do my best because I'm willing to do it myself.

By the way, a tree to plant around what Tino said is a peach tree. The peach farmer, who always takes care of me, gave me the young seedlings. The vows you've made here will be peach garden vows on the farm.

"Nice to meet you and your escort and watch. Let me know when the seedlings are settled."

"Oh, leave it to me."

When I finished digging the well using Pitfall, a vertical falling peacock trap, I speak to the brown raw stuff. Sun is known to lead the way down the edge of the field and down the root. He may also be given the position of Assistant Chief. As soon as the work progresses, I will be transferring to Grow Up, which is why I am also serving as a liaison. I'm worried about not sucking too much nutrients but I'm sure it'll be fine...... I'm sure...... maybey.

The well is only spare, but I've never been over it to get ready. Tino was usually sprinkled with water magic on the mansion farm. Elf parents and children also embraced different soul hearts, so they were supplied with magic by me to use more and more magic. Mainly in terms of farming and chores though. But I like that. There may be a useful flash in the future if you think of peaceful uses as various.

"Then I'm going to the next scene. You all follow Sun's instructions, knowing Tino properly. At lunch it's time to go back and take a break. Nice to meet you."

"" "" "" Yes!

A temperamental reply flies from other faces. At this rate, it doesn't seem to be a problem. For now, on the surface, but following Tino's instructions. Personnel turned over to the Production Division contain several who were exhausted from the battle, and who were worse off leaving their injuries unattended. I treated them to some extent, but they didn't go as far as fully healing. I don't have to break my heart. So I suggested what if I moved from a profession that would take my life for a change of heart to a profession that would nurture me. She seemed anxious that she would be able to do it at first, but she said that there would be no problem if she got used to it.

I don't see the dark expression that I showed during the interview of something that I am distressed to see waving a shovel right now. If it doesn't fit, I can move the department, and I want you to try your best. I'm tired of my job and I have experience floating sad colors. We all want to be happy if possible. Well, shall I go to my next job, too?

"Look, there! Humans and demons are no different. If I show you a gap, you're gonna eat through it! Take it easy, take it easy!

Gang-gong-gong-gung.

Wooden swords and shields, sometimes the sound of armor meets in the venue.

A little more than ten of the special training grounds at Waquariya were performing intense field auditions under the guidance of Mr. Tina. Some of them look like you, Mr. Lyman, your people.

Turn a freshly changed class or something you don't have the heart to throw into action into a one-man warrior with the scratch of a ghostless tiger instructor. The big Lyman of the Bears. Lori boobs that blow you away light. I knew Mr. Teena was strong.

There were quite a few of the ones assigned to the Adventure Division who accepted a different soul transmission and changed their class. With the exception of immediate action, this is not how we train. But it's tougher than when I was in the dungeon. Chengbuddha, let's hope it improves. Tama's waiting as an ambulance team, so I guess she won't get hurt so badly.

Exceptions are those that have changed their class to mages and monks. They are already in the dungeon exploration under the leadership of Mr. Futuno and the others. Ingredient exploration in shallow places rather than deep hierarchies. Because the total amount of magic is low because it was originally a avant-garde position, so it is not long before magic is tested for not increasing the amount of magic caused by leveling up. If you can handle a small amount of magic, you will inevitably be capped.

It reminds me of a certain Zombie Attack who recovers one after the other and begins archery again, whether he falls or falls. Somehow I remembered how nostalgic I was going to my next office.

"Please wait. Are the ingredients ready?

"Huh. It's all here. I think we're going to be busy, so we're not processing as much material as we have in stock."

On the desk are herbs and fruits that have literally become mountains. There's a lot of pressure in the room. "Freeze-drying" machining is currently exercisable only by me and the other, Marsh, but there is a huge difference in quality after machining. I don't know if there is a difference in the amount of magic that can be exercised, but it also greatly affects the quality of the product, so I usually use what I process. Marsh's will have no problem with the final quality if he replaces the water from the ingredients with dark magic water. So I'll have to keep enough stock around there.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Exercise multiple magic simultaneously and process them one after the other. While I was at it, I got clever enough to finish all the machining in less than half an hour and pack the material into the magic backpack. Um, this is all I'll have for a while. In other words, I have used all the medicinal herbs and so on that I had at home, so I can use them until I harvest them.

After the material is processed, my business will not be finished.

Remove iron ant material from dimensional storage. Then the machining began one after the other. What I'm starting to make is a bangle instead of an employee chapter. I intend to make it a luxurious use with all kinds of resistance. It's the owner's job to protect employees. For that matter, I might even pretend to be impotent. Make multiple sizes to have them fitted. I intend to have it returned when I resign from using it only on the spot I gave it to him. And since the marking of spatial grasping is also entered, it is a specification that can be rushed immediately even if something happens. Oh, I wouldn't abuse you, would I?

The higher the position, the more luxurious the specifications are. At the moment though, it's a wannabe, not a one-man management, so I have all the superiors in me.

Stay with me. ♪ The alchemy level has increased.

Stay with me. ♪ The level of magician has increased.