Reincarnated as a Villager ~ Strongest Slow-life

"... Huh."

After leaving the hipster group for a while, the captain sighed deeply.

"What do you want me to do, sigh? Happiness escapes."

I've turned my eyes to accuse you when I say it.

"You, your opponent, are one of the mafias that divides this place. One Bangville voice pushes a fearless idiot. So how many were sunk into the sea? Even Mr. Bourbon is so concerned."

"One kid can't do anything. - I'm not afraid of a mafia."

But a country's, that's not even a city's mafia. I'd still be more afraid to deal with a gray wolf (which means I'm tired).

"... I wonder if Bei would be because you poisoned me..."

disrespectful. Don't call people like troublemakers.

"But oh, can I forgive you easily? Besides, by word of mouth."

That's the captain. You understand very well.

"I don't mind. I promised you I wouldn't have to keep you honest."

I didn't think you were an asshole who could keep your word from the start. I came here to hoist the value, until I came to do the planting I expected in the future.

"... you are quite a belly-black..."

"I'm telling you to crush me, and I'm gonna have to be polite with you."

I'm famous for dating nice villagers. Well, in my brain world, though.

"The other mafias aren't shutting up."

"Words have words. Power is power. Whatever you do, I'll be polite. I don't think you're such an asshole."

If you can take the facts as facts and read the situation, you won't get your hands on me. The Mafia would have a connection to an informer, and there would be talent (a magician with you) to the extent that I found out that my juxtaposition was completely different from magic and sorcery. If you were an asshole beyond my imagination, you'd be hanging around just as tight as you are.

"So tell him. If you're gonna do it, don't do it."

Probably told him off to a watchman who would be watching me.

"... I have no idea what it means for you to insist on being a villager..."

I don't know. That would be nice if I knew.

"Well, I'm not leaving. 'Cause I got a lot to do."

"Oh. Really, I'm sorry. Thank you."

"Don't worry about it. See you later."

I said and broke up with the captain.

Along the way, there was an asshole (sleigh) who had intentionally bumped into me, but once I got a hand other than me in my clothes pocket and storage bag, a 40-kilogram junction was triggered. That's in time difference, too. Why, when I bumped into him and went about three meters, he fell out of balance.

Assholes, fourteen, five. It doesn't feel like you're in a mafia, so I guess it's a mafia reserve or a wild one.

"Are you okay, Amy? If you don't run, you're gonna get hurt."

"... what the fuck..."

"What are you talking about? However, didn't you just hit me and fell? Well, it looks like there's no injuries, more importantly. Be careful."

He tapped the asshole's shoulder lightly and walked away like nothing had happened.

Oh, boy. Really, the king's capital is rotten. Well, I can't help it in these times, but it stinks so bad. Don't I look so much like a duck?

More assholes and idiots show up, and if you're being polite with them, when you get to the warehouse, it's totally a sunset house, not at all.

"Hmm? It's so busy."

Something is leaking from the warehouse where we live.

"What the hell?

When I opened the door and went inside, it was Merchant there.

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