Reincarnated as a Villager ~ Strongest Slow-life

"Well, I'm going to build Dwarf's grandma's house today."

and declare in front of the old family of dwarves.

"Oh, ha..."

Something about a face that doesn't get guidelines, but was it that hard to understand?

"That's why we're building the house where your grandparents live."

It's across the street from you, referring to the miscellaneous woods.

"Uh, here, right?

"Oh. Basically, I don't care where this mountain opens, but the amount of firewood we deliver depends on the size. Of course, merchants grandmas and artisans pay the money. Well, I'll pay your taxes, so don't worry. So. This is not a decision, but it is customary or implicit understanding that newcomers live on the edge of the mountain. If it's true, next to us, it's good to be near the vault, but then I can't interact with the villagers. Why, granny, have a shop."

Don't! And stick your finger out.

but after all, a family of old people with faces who don't get the guidelines. Why?

"Well, yeah. Denko, hey."

Denko surprised by the sudden nomination.

"Ho, ho, denko. Listen to your master."

I haven't gotten a response yet, but the Dwarves have decided.

"Uh, no, it's not a master or anything, it's just teaching dirt magic... uh, I don't know what to say, in this case..."

In these days, the pupil system is common, teachers and teachers are like nobility, and there are no proper words in the civilian world.

"... well what. Call me brother because I'm a disciple."

Better than my mentor, and at ten and seven, that would be the tightest thing to do.

"As it is, well, if you like. Here."

"... is, yes. Thank you, brother..."

If you are not just a dwarf, but a seven-year-old (if your parents decide you can work), it is common for you to enter a merchant's house and go on a craftsman's tour, so your parents will educate you as well. Are you sure you want to be your eldest son? Well, not now.

"You didn't have talent, but I want my talented sons to live as dwarves."

A lot of dwarf life, too. It's not what I say, but it's a shame to crush that arm in a generation.

"Then take your old man's apprentice, too. Leave the moves to future generations. It's blasphemy against the world to let your old man lose his arm."

"... you're a weird person..."

"If you want me to lose my old man's arm, I'm gonna be a freak or a madman."

A handsome craftsman with such arms is one delicacy a thousand years instead of a hundred. Instead of dumping the moves, it's Kio Guy's business to dump the gold coins on the dob. I can't even talk about it.

"I guess I'll take a disciple if you say so. Oh, but, are you coming? At the Dwarf tannery."

"Don't worry. Human resources are secured. I want my grandma to make a lot of things, so I need you to bring me five disciples or a hire (who doesn't even have the word" employee, "so I need you to tell me what I can do."

Grandma's shop is bound to be decadent. In that case, there is a wide variety of things to do, such as shop number and gold account. I need to educate you before that happens.

"Oh, I'll take care of it. I'll make you a lot of shameless things."

Dwarf's grandma showed the man's face for the first time since we met. The face of a motivated man is cool.

"And well, that's home now as a chase. It wouldn't have started without this."

Let Denko stand beside him and see the Miscellaneous Woods.

"Okay, Denko. I teach you dirt magic, not dirt magic. Understand where you are first."

"Yes, it is!

"That said, I've never been taught a teacher before, so I thought about it. Divergent... No, it's not normal. But it's something you can do. So don't doubt it."

Stepping forward, the grass around my feet, which reached the ground, flows to the left and right as if it were a leaf floating on the water.

"This isn't grass moving. It's ground, vibrating soil, moving grass. Imagine. The soil is grain. It's a little grain. The golem is also made of little grains that are magically moving together, I don't care what little difficult things are. Don't suspect the dirt moves. Don't suspect you can't. Magic is an imagination. It's the power that shapes the imagination in your head. Naturally. There's nothing you can't do."

And when you take a step further, pebbles and rocks become sand.

"This is earthly magic, the power to teach you!