Reincarnated as a Villager ~ Strongest Slow-life

That's why it's man-on-time.

What? What are you talking about? The penetration with is no thanksgiving.

I'm tired of my job, so I'm just enjoying my coffee (modoki) while watching my hometown.

No working hours, no disgusting bosses. Work whenever you want. Work as much as you like. It is a slow life banzai.

Spring cheerfulness and warm winds. I slept well but drowsiness strikes me.

Sapple raised his voice as he tried to let go of consciousness to fall asleep like this.

"Amy, it's a crossing dragon!

Am I? and when I looked at the sky with my sleeping eyes, I saw seven dragons forming a V-shaped formation coming this way.

Is it because you grew up in nature or because of this body that your vision is good for the Masai tribe?

"... No, I wish it was that time of year..."

A dragon that crosses in spring from the southern continent is a herbivorous dragon who looks carnivorous and cool but staples aquatic plants and tree leaves, a mysterious creature who says he doesn't like the heat.

We spend the summer (about thirty degrees even when it gets hottest around here) in a lake so big that we can't see the other side about two hundred kilometers north of here, and then we head back to the southern continent in the middle of the fall.

The formation of the crossing dragon gradually approaches this way.

Almost as I tried to pass over this, only one of them fell out of formation and descended toward this way.

Tota still opens her mouth and looks surprised, but Sapur watched her come down with a joyous face as if she had been visited by a longtime friend because it was a sight she had been watching since she was four.

Slowly and what a clever landing with wings spread and wind.

"Kurrrrrrrrrr."

It is a crossing dragon that sounds so cute that I don't think it will come out of a little fighter-like body.

"Long time no see, Luck"

The naming is not mine. This guy's half owner put it on.

I'm smarter than a dolphin, so I understand what I'm saying, so it's been a while since I haven't ~ been well? I shook my head up and down feeling.

"Oh, I'm fine. How's Larsh doing, too?

To that question, Luck showed his back.

There was a big, two people carrying leather bags that they could afford to go in.

"You look fine. … but don't get more every year"

I'll take down the leather bag you're carrying.

"Though powerful, you've often brought such heavy stuff. Are you okay with this?

It's not like you don't feel the weight because you can have five tons of stuff. I have the feeling that it's an egg or a rock.

"Kuru! Kuru!"

Looks fine. Then I'll bring you as much when I go home.

"Thanks. Glad to hear it."

He opens his mouth that seems to allow me to drink the whole adult, and he bites me sweetly and squirts me.

"Look, if you play forever, they'll leave you with your friends. Come and see me when you get some rest."

A creature that sounds lonely with kuru - kuru - but acts in herds. Individuals unable to act collectively are hubbed from the herd. Pathetic, but let the herd go home.

Look, I pushed my body, and I forced him into the sky at the junction.

"See you, Luck!

Twice, he swirled over the sky and sent greetings to Luck as he flew towards the lake with his friends.

I dropped him off until he disappeared from my sight, sighed one, and looked at the leather bag.

Two people who are more interested in leather bags than Luck were trying so hard to open them.

"You guys are too disappointed"

I can't open it with a little or softly force, a bag enough to make me carry it on the back of a crossing dragon on a long empty journey. Retreat the two of them and take off the stops that even adults seem to struggle with.

"You've given me a lot of things this time."

I laugh bitterly at what comes out.

Larsh is the prince of the southern continent. And I'm a correspondent friend.

When I asked him why he was communicating with such a prince, he crossed a romantic saying he would pack a letter in a bottle and flush it into the sea and did it with a dragon. Some miracle in my hand. Because I don't know the letters, I drew them in a painting on a wooden board, put a figure of demons and beasts living here on the mark of friendship, and made them in the junction and gave them back.

Then every year, we exchange letters (like a big country, someone knows the language). Well, souvenirs are more overwhelming.

"Oh, there are so many spices!"

"Is this yellow, a fruit?

Kids who are surprised or twisting their necks at what comes out of the South.

I also took up a crate with a letter and opened it inside, remembering that I would have opened the old man who had arrived at home that way too.

Paper seems to be spreading there (although the quality is not good), and the crate was overflowing with letters. Well, that's every year, so I don't even care, but this time there was something wrapped in a cloth inside.

When I removed the package, the black blinking glasses appeared.

"... there were glasses in this world..."

Hang your glasses in surprise. I could imagine what it was, so I'm not worried.

There is no change in this. Looking around and looking to the letter, I could read the letters written in ink.

No, of course, I hope you're not angry. The letters written are letters from that country. It is to say that it could have been read.

I don't know the official name, but it means automatic translation word eyeglasses.

I could imagine because I once got an automatic translation collar from a certain sea warrior.

"Magic is super convenient"

My motto in this world is Don't Think, Feel.

'Cause in this world, there's quite a few things to lose when you think about it!