Reincarnated as a Villager ~ Strongest Slow-life

It was after 4pm that that and this of the fools made a paragraph.

Well, when I worked, it was my dad, Karae and Dean, and I just dug holes in the advice and temple square to impose a connecting kingdom. It's easy.

"Thank you."

I had a man-on-time under the tree. I hung my words of labor on my father, who came to me.

"What's that?

He seemed interested in what I was drinking and peered into the cup he had halved.

"A coffee that can be picked on the southern continent. Would you like a drink?

"Oh. Let's have it."

I'll serve you a cup, tilt the pot and pour it out.

"If it's bitter, add sugar and sheep's milk."

I'll give you sugar and sheep's milk in a vial.

"... you even have sugar..."

"That's because sugar is picked on the southern continent."

There are no substitutes, but there is more from Larsh than to collect and process, so I'm not going to do it.

"... don't say it lightly. Our hardships are ruined..."

"Well, life isn't like that."

I can't believe it would have been easy if my struggles had been done to others. It's a common story. I can't help but resent you. I can't say that because I'm blessed right now.

"... right. I said boring things. Forget it."

"A saint prince can't be in this world, it's only natural for a person to say stupidity or dissatisfaction. Don't worry about it. Here, have a drink."

I offered him a cup and recommended coffee.

I took the cup with a bitter smile and smelled the scent.

"... that's an intriguing scent..."

That said, I put the cup on my mouth.

"... bitter, but not bad..."

Apparently it was in my mouth. If you can't, you'll have a sinister face.

I created him a chair with dirt magic and encouraged him to sit with his eyes.

I'll reach for the cup and make time for my father to indulge in coffee.

"It tastes good."

"That's good. There's not a lot of people out there who understand coffee."

I'll give you two bottles full of coffee powder. And then sugar.

"Are you all right?

For the purpose I saw it, it's healthy, but my meds aren't good enough to heal completely for three days or so. You must be feeling pretty burdened.

"That's the pharmacist which. Are you looking forward to losing weight?"

Exhaling a deep sigh, fatigue appeared on his face.

"What, tired is tired, but comfortable tired. I'll be fine."

I had a satisfying grin that I would be exhausted.

"... When I lost my arm, I thought it was over. I don't even know what kind of job it is, knowing that Bei will help me and ask me for a job. Still, I have to live. My daughter and her people are anxious. I was laughing with intent and duty."

I nod silently in the voice of my father, who spoke with a distant eye. Because I remember myself.

"No more sailors, but this is how I got a job worth doing. It gave me comfortable fatigue. I can't thank you enough, but thank you and let me bow my head."

"So if you don't feel comfortable working for me, you can keep your head down if you want. I know your father, and he works for me like this, and I make enough money."

Honestly, I can do anything about money. I have dirt magic, and I just naturally get pearls from mermaids. But I can't do anything but time and hard work.

I don't know how many friends you ask, but I don't want to do what I don't want to do. I don't even want to have that hard time. I don't even want to split the time. I'm alive for me.

So if there's someone who can do it instead, I'll give you as much money as I want, and if you don't feel comfortable working for me, I'll kiss that leg.

Not to mention I could have gotten such a good, charismatic father, not to mention making a lot of money.

"... Damn, I'm such a deep nostalgic bastard that I get jealous..."

"Really? Maybe he just likes you."

Well, I don't mind either.

"How easy would it be if it were? It's not. It's the enemy."

It blows up on my obstinate father, my child.

"This is the enemy. Really, Dad's awesome."

You're strong, smart, adorable, and you're like a hero in a story. I'm gonna feel bad about my mob.

Oh, well. Is this an admiration? I say be such a hero, my desire. But it can't be like that - jealousy. I admit that I am a normal person to make it.

"But, well, that's not a bad life. I have a life that I can say is me."

You're not strong. That's what I think from the bottom of my heart.

"Right. This is bad, too. No, I've met such a funny guy. It's the best life I've ever had."

"Huh. We're good together. More than anything else in life."

When I put up the cup, my father, who understood me, also put up the cup.

"Totally."

Laugh and toast at each other's niggles.

You don't need words for a man's friendship, do you? Exactly.