Reincarnated as a Villager ~ Strongest Slow-life

When I walked into the store, it was full of woody scents until it was dense.

d It will make you feel bad and fall for those who are unfamiliar because even I, who live in the country and are cutting and processing trees myself, will hold my nose down 'ugh'.

That said, it is the villagers who live in the de countryside who get used to it immediately. After about ten seconds, I didn't even care.

I calmed down and looked around.

I forgot that I was an arms dealer because of the unbeatable smell of the woodworker's workshop, but all I had to do was put up an arms dealer sign, and the weapons-- made of wood, the bows were everywhere in the store.

"... awesome..."

Instead of the quality or number of bows, the furniture that had nothing to do with the table or bow on which it was placed, or the construction of the crate in which the arrows were placed, was too brilliant to make me squeal by accident.

... art no longer...

I can't say I'm good, but I know. He said this was a great piece.

I have all the tools, and I cut and sharpen the trees, but I don't know what kind of tools this table used. What, this stunning streamliner? Is that Yasuri? Or do you have a special tool for that?

I'm hammered to the touch. It's like there's no irregularity on the surface of glass, and then there's the warmth and texture of the tree.

"You're a celebrity, the guy who made this..."

"─ ─ It's been a long time since I've been praised for anything else, not a product."

And, looking back at the voice from behind, a beautifully shaped lady stood with something like a turban.

As much as I think you're a bard or a princess, you're set to stand. but only those hands spoke of being craftsmen.

"Wary. Sorry to bother you."

"Never mind. It's business when customers come. Besides, you don't have to be a guest to understand."

I laugh without thinking of such a line.

"I don't know how great this is. - What's wrong with you? That's exactly what a craftsman does."

And he grabbed the ark, which was placed on the table, and set it up to offer unto God.

"Really, I'm glad. Are you a woodworker, too?

"I don't have the guts to put this in front of me. It's like my hobby has hair on it."

I said, I took the Devil's Sword (regular bat) out of my pocket and gave it to Neh.

"I see. Isn't that quite done? But what kind of tool can I use to draw a circle like this? It's a true circle."

Oh, in this day and age, what about fixed-board rolls?

"Fix the tree, rotate it, sharpen it with a blade and go."

I let him try it in the junction.

I showed no interest in the junction at all and had my eyes shining on the fixing board device. Exactly. Craftsman's book.

"─ ─ Oops. This is rude. I say Saline, the lord of this shop and a carpenter. Say hello."

The talking tone seemed like a man, but his expression was so soft and he had a feminine grin.

"I'm bei. Well, call me that because my real name is long and hard to say. More or less, I've been known for it."

"Right. Then let me call you that. Feel free to call me Saline too."

Somehow, naturally, I shook Saline's hand.

"I wonder what it is. I don't think I've ever met Bae before."

"Me, too. Maybe it's because it suits my tastes and preferences. I want everything here."

Of course, bows and sticks, but leave the table, tables and accessories at the house or the secret base. You'll be able to see.

"I don't mind if you pick whatever you want if you buy me. It takes a lot of money to create your favorite piece."

Are you a weapons dealer for that?

"Oh, because weapons sell high."

Put your hand on a short bow nearby and try to put it up.

I don't know what kind of tree you're using - but if it's of good quality, I know how to make it. A hunter would want enough to get his hands out of his throat. If I were you, I wouldn't spare ten pieces of silver.

"Bye. Will you sell me the decorative stick?

"Of course. But that's what I decorated for my guests. Is it useful as a weapon…"

"It's okay there. I can't help but rub it. So. I ask you again, can you really just sell me what's in this store?

"I don't have two words. If you want to buy me some wood scum, go ahead."

I laugh niggly at the words.

"So Saline, if you're gonna be exact, you're gonna sell me that arm, right?

Some of the woodworkers I was looking for.

To some extent, I can make it in a chair or in a bed, but I can only make something a little boneless for practical use. I don't have the taste or the arm to make a spilled one.

I still want to invest in the interior - and make it spill. I want Saline's arm more than anything else.

"If you can buy that arm, I'll give you a hundred or two gold coins. I will also have a workshop and tools for everything. Prepare an environment where saline can create whatever she likes. So why don't you come to our village?

"What a charming invitation that is. But am I really good?

"I don't mind. I don't know what the saline is, but it doesn't matter. Our neighbors are all heterogeneous. Some dwarves, some beasts. Mermaids also interact. Half Elves also have friends. You don't have to worry about it."

I knew as soon as I saw that Saline was a half elf. But it's that arm that matters to me. And will you come? I don't care about anything else.

"Are you sure you want to make whatever you want?

"I don't have two words."

I'm not going to create an environment that won't be long before I go to bed.

"Let's be good. Bought by Bae."

From neither side, we shake hands naturally.

Me and Saline are the same.