Reincarnated as a Villager ~ Strongest Slow-life

"Oh, you know, can I have a minute?"

When it seemed like it was going to end nicely, Dwarf's old man, who had been silent, pinched his mouth.

"Hmm, what?

"Ora is a dwarf, as you can see. You can't hunt or do field work like a shellada. Is there anything Ora can do?

It's easy to say sweet, but when you think of it as a workforce, you don't want to let Dwarves hunt or work in the fields, you just kill the Dwarves' properties.

They're everywhere (not in our village) Dwarves, but only where there's a blacksmith guild. Hmm? That's a saying. Hey, why are you calling me Beast Man, these Dwarf old ladies?

"I don't know. Why are you talking to these guys?

If you think about it, you don't need a blacksmith for a beast, do you? It was a primitive spear that used Mr. Mockingjay's weapon, the wooden stick, whether it was a demon fang or a horn. I didn't even have a shield.

"It's embarrassing, Ola, but I'm not that good at blacksmiths. Well, I can do that, but I can only make Namakura..."

I don't know why the beard looked, but pity and remorse appeared in his attitude.

Well, not all dwarves specialize in blacksmiths because they're dwarves. Some of them are not good at it. I think there's something wrong with you.

"So what are you good at?

I'm familiar with the ecology of the Beast Man - but it's hard to put a Fae within the same species. Having that means you're good at something, and Mr. Mockingbird needs it, right?

"Ola, no blacksmithing, but I'm good at tanning and processing skin. Ora makes the shoes for the Sheladas. And I'm good at woodworking."

And the mockingbird dandy beside me showed me the shoes I was wearing that were this.

"Hoo-hoo."

I accidentally leaked my exclamation.

Hiding in a mockingbird, I didn't know, but it was also an unbeatable delicacy for leather shoes of previous life.

It's awesome. You can't let it out in this day and age. It's art!

... maybe you pulled a hit...?

"... can't you...?

A dwarf old man who speaks anxiously to me in silence.

"It's not a bad place. I'd love to get my head off this side!

What is this Dwarf old man? Why are you talking to Mr. Mockingbirds? If you're a big city, it's no wonder you're royal. It's a level.

"Wait a minute!

That's what I said, and I ran out to the vault.

He returned to the square with the skins of gray wolves, horned pigs and fire dragons that had been frozen for time while skin was peeled from the skin storage area.

"Hey, hey, dwarf old man. Can this be tanned and made into leather?

I took it in my hand, confused by what I brought, to see how it was.

"... the peeling is cluttered, but it's a good skin. You can do better than that."

"Kitahhhhh!"

I shouted out not too much joy.

Happy day to meet like this! What a tension I didn't quite understand myself.

There are a few craftsmen (technicians) that I am looking for, but the one I was looking for most is a tannery.

Due to the high incidence of demons in this world (times), the technology for processing hunted demon skins has been developed. However, such craftsmen (technicians) are found only in large cities and only in adventurers and aristocrats.

Craftsmen, I don't know, but there are several people in the village who process the skin, but I can't make the quantity because I do it to one of the tasks of the main job, and I can't do anything complicated. Exquisite, about leather vests, belts, and easy bags. It's not exactly what I want.

Such a legendary craftsman is in front of me. What if this doesn't scream? Be as happy as you can be.

"Grandma! Don't you live in this village? I'll tell the village chief, and I'll have the house and workshop to live in. I also have all the tools I need. Prepare food and alcohol. Anything turns work to daughter-in-law and children. Never handle clutter. I promise. So be my exclusive craftsman!

I've never lowered it before. I lowered my head and asked Dwarf's grandma.

"... oh, can I have an ora?

"You want it!

It's like a confession of love, but this enthusiasm of mine is more than that. Now if you tell me to kiss that leg, I won't hesitate!

"... okay. It's going to be yours..."

Afterwards, he seemed ecstatic rather than joyful, and something about being made to quiet (sink) by a worried Alitera.

Well, it turns out to be O'Rei.