Reincarnated as a Villager ~ Strongest Slow-life

Where it was passed, it was just the clerk's office - the room.

That's the big merchant. Spacious room. Isn't that about twenty tatami? The interior is also qualitative, but I found it to be a luxury product.

"I'm sorry. My father is going up to the castle now. Maybe you'll be back by lunch, so I was wondering if you could wait a minute."

"I don't mind. I couldn't make any promises. It's my fault. I'll keep you waiting till you get back."

I don't even have to make a phone call. What a routine tea meal to wait in these times. If you're drinking tea for an hour or two, it won't be long.

"Oh, can I get my brother? I was very interested in hearing about you from my father."

You think I'm setting up a shop as a meeting of mineral traders (like the president)? The chairman said he was the head of the Chamber of Commerce. I don't know.

Nee disappeared and came in after a while when an old man excused himself.

I was considered a butler or a secretary because of my good standing.

"Welcome. My name is Gandal and I have a family order for the Basibador family. Please leave it with me."

Again, I bow to my manners. Hmm? A family order?

"Huh? Mr. Chairman was noble!?

Stunning to know now...... but hey truth.

It must serve the nobility to be named family ordinance in this age. That's what I hear a lot. No, it's not common sense.

"Yes, the Lord has given the title of Associate Baron"

"Sure, it was like a one-generation honorary position, wasn't it?

"You know me well. Yes, I was given it by His Majesty the present when I made a contribution to the country."

I see. Was it a request from the state, after all?

Well, the pursuit only destroys itself, so there's nothing to talk about. I'll run out of copper, or I'll smell kina and pick my nose.

"Huh. You're doing a lot of things, too, Mr. Chairman. That's just what we built in one generation."

Must be a fun success story.

I don't know if I'm in the family order business, such as making tea - but it made me feel used to making tea.

"Tea?"

The colour is milky white, but the aroma belonged to black tea.

"It's called white tea brought from the eastern continent."

According to the family order, it's a popular cup of tea among the nobles.

I feel the taste is slightly thinner than tea when I mouth it, but, well, the taste isn't bad.

"It's not good."

It must be expensive to say that it is popular in the aristocracy. Let's say that here in honor of your care. I rarely drink it.

When I had about half a cup of white tea instead of tea, the door was knocked.

The housekeeper, who had turned into a figurine on the wall, moved to slip, slowly opening the door.

"Do you mind?

"Yes. Go ahead."

Hmm. Even the chairman's children need permission from the family order to enter this room. You've got a lot to do with Mendoxe, and you're going to be a nobleman.

I don't know how to be polite in this day and age, and I have trouble getting asked for by the villagers, but if an older man gives me a courtesy, I'll have to stand. Damn, it's cluttered and nice...

"Welcome. My name is Burgal and I am meeting with my eldest son in Bourbon. Bae, I've heard so much from my father."

"Ah, my God, it's not good to be so stubborn and painful. I'm a shitty villager. I'm a busy kid."

If that's the way Mr. Meetup works, he won't talk, but you can do it without me. More gin machines coming out and dying of boredom.

"Huff. Like my father said, it's not what it looks like."

When I lowered my back on the previous couch, the atmosphere changed.

"Really? I'm just gonna stay with me."

So whatever you get stuck in, the answer's no good, but, well, feel like this.

"Few people can pass themselves through whoever they are. And yet, I don't forget to thank them. It's something I can't do that year."

"Don't think, feel the way I live. Move as you feel."

"Huff. Well, let's just say that. First of all, I would like to thank you for meeting me."

And, head down, Mr. Meetup. What did I do?

"... er, what the hell...?

"You saved my father's life. I can't tell you the details, Beh, but there was no future for the Chamber of Commerce if any of them didn't help me. I want you to thank me apart from my father."

"... that's discipline, Mr. Chairman. But, well, I'll be honest with you. How dare you?"

With that said, the Chairman smiles as bitterly as he showed at that time.

"What?

"That's how my father was sealed up, too. I can't thank you any more if you say so. Damn, he's scary."

"I don't care if they say thank you or thank you."

I don't have enough hinecray to deny gratitude from others, and I have nerves that I would be happy to hear from you. I'm an ordinary man.

"Do you look small but have big nostalgia? I see. My father calls you a friend."

"I mean, what do you mean, pass?

You seem to have pushed your expression to death, but that's what you call raccoons and foxes, so you're vulnerable to a moment's gap. If you want to hide it, it'll be cooler or dumber. Or blow it off, right?

"... were you spotted..."

"I told you. Don't think about my way of life, feel it. I'm the strongest at what I feel."

The signs were somewhat stiff, and my eyes weren't laughing. And I felt like they were trying something, so I poked him in the gap.

"Ahaha! I told you, stupid son. Don't argue with Bei. I can't win."

And the chairman came into the room.

"Ooh, Mr. Chairman. I came to see you like I promised."

"Damn, that's as effortless as it came from a neighboring village. Well, is everything because it's bei? Anyway, you're getting better. You're welcome."

It hasn't been that long, but it's the character of the chairman who thinks it's the same.

We held the hand offered tightly and rejoiced in reunion.