Reincarnated as a Villager ~ Strongest Slow-life

The loading of the luggage was finished and eight Mockingjay members who were going to look down boarded the hangar.

"It won't shake in here, but I don't know if anything will happen, so grab the rope you strained."

And, Takel explains to the Mockingjay.

It's only natural to explain it because it's my first ride, but I felt uncomfortable with the sight.

I think about what it is and I always understand it. He speaks the language of this world, Takel.

I don't know what kind of wish Takel made - but when I first met him, it was only in Japanese, and I still use Japanese in the morning. But why are you talking to me?

"Hey, Takel. You, what's wrong with the words?

"Heh? Ah, oh. I remember."

"Huh? Remember?

What are you talking about? I don't know what that means.

"Storm Mountain recovered the conversations between Mr. Bae and Sapple and remembered them in hypnosis learning. Oh, but I couldn't pronounce the mermaid's words even if I could understand them. That sounds like a dolphin."

Oh, yeah, well, that's tough without magical tools like an automated translation collar. But where there's air, we can usually talk (if we learn mermaid language).

"Oh, well, next time you want to get an automated translation collar from General Halyar."

It's going to be a lot of people, and should I get it before I get busy?

"... automatic translation or something, seriously, that's a fantasy..."

"Well, with all the races, we really need tools like that."

They feel like they can do something more magically than they can remember with their heads.

"Ha. Oh, well, shall we go to the bridge"

"Is it okay if I go?

I guess I'll hide the important part of saying that. Well, you don't even know it's futuristic.

"It's okay. Seats other than the captain's seat are locked, and Mr. Bae is registered as a crew member, so we can get in more or less."

"Well, if Takel says so, I'm sorry to bother you, but I'll try not to move. I don't know."

You haven't been good at Koyu electronics since your last life. I didn't have a computer or anything.

"It's okay. Ask Storm Mountain when you don't know. Storm Mountain. Don't ask me to follow Bae."

'Got it. Please don't hesitate to thank me, Bae. "

"... ah, oh. I'll take care of it."

Don't go crazy. I can't live SF.

Through the hangar and out into the aisle.

"You're surprisingly neat."

Even though the submarine movies I saw in my previous life had pipe dogs running, this submarine was as irregular as an SF spaceship, with both width and height. I don't think you're in a submarine.

"Well, it's more design than functionality, so the animation"

"Sure."

How convincing and going further.

On the way up and down the stairs leading up and down, a little further, a door appeared that opened to the left and right.

This is the bridge.

The door opened and what a futuristic bridge jumped in full view.

"Storm Mountain. Start it up."

Copy that, sir.

When I thought something sounded like a bun, the submarine wobbled slightly, and the group of monitors in the front showed an anthropomorphic girl who was drawing next to the submarine, and when I thought something made a meaningless move, I reflected the landscape outside.

"Mr. Bae. Please take the front seat."

The monitor group was recommended the best looking seats. Are you okay?

"That's the cockpit, but I'll do the cockpit in the captain's seat over here, so you'll be fine. Well, enjoy the landscape"

"Right. Thank you. I'll let you sit down."

It's rarely a landscape, let me entertain you.

Sit in your seat and look around.

"That's a pretty good view."

"It would. Then put on your seat belt for once."

Aye and seat belts...... you know what? It's a little loose, but how can I help my body now? Do you want to fix it in the junction?

"That's good."

"Yes. Storm Mountain"

"All systems clear. Good."

"Traveling at a trace speed of five steps. Leaving the harbor"

Looking back, Takel was moving something like an operating lever.

"So you move it?

Something's wrong.

"No, this is for ports and narrow places. No matter how big it is, it won't get five kilometers an hour."

"Huh. That's a lot."

Well, are you convinced it's so-yu?

The submarine slowly proceeded and left the harbor in a critical manner.

"Storm Mountain, launch"

A submarine ran out gnawing at Takel's words.