Reincarnated as a Villager ~ Strongest Slow-life

"Refael!"

My beloved horse, I call Rifael.

Hiheen!

Refael, who was eating grass, raised his face and sighed with his forefoot up just as he waited when he noticed me.

"Camone!"

Responding to the screaming ole, he rushed over here - without any explanation, he went to the grass-eating rifael, feeling unrelated to me, and pulled with strength.

Excuse me. It's Nori. It was a little mindfulness.

But the name is true. Otton put it on. I'm Otton, who loves sparkling names.

"... I hope you're a little smarter..."

Originally, the Lalume breed has been treasured as a power to pull loads from its powerful, calm and hassle-free nature. You can say it's a necessity for a de country like this.

It's a human being who said that, and if they tell you that you can't help it because you're a packing horse - but you're just teething about knowing the wit of a horse in a previous life.

Oh, my God. Coupling the carriage with the rifael.

Take your seat and grab the reins.

"Highyo Silver!"

It's not like you're gonna do that. Oh, it's not like you understand me. Yeah, I know. It's Nori. It's a story. It's a promise.

I whipped Bassin and Refael's ass and let them leave.

... ahhh. I want a friend who understands the story and Nori...