Reincarnated as a Villager ~ Strongest Slow-life

"Ziggo, will you come here for a second?"

Shall I say it's cluttered for my brothers, there was no respect at all - a call.

"What?

I don't know what's going on behind the counter, but you're coming out early. It hasn't taken four seconds.

"... Could it be, are you a couple...?

Somehow, the word "under the sky" came to mind.

"Hey, how the hell did you know!?

For some reason I can wolf, Zigo. Why not?

"Ahaha. You have quite a sight. Oh, it's Dana."

"In-work marriage? Hehe. You're pushed."

I don't care how you look at it, you don't look like the type to dictate from yourself, you're in love and pushed, and now you feel laid on your ass.

"─ ─ - Shut up! What an errand!

Well, it's wacky to make fun of him, shall we stop him?

"My master's gone out, so pick a weapon."

You can't use a weapon.

Apart from our position in the home, we seem to be top notch craftsmen and we're looking at it right.

"I'm not an adventurer or a soldier. He's just a villager. I don't suppose you have the skill to fight. Well, it's rural, so hunting is good."

Throw and beat, but it's my hunt.

"I was asked to buy out weapons by the lord of the bartender I knew. Pick me a demon sword and a good quality sword or spear. And I'll ask for the right weaponry."

"... appropriately or otherwise, you would be naming an armor store..."

"It's nothing. I'm asking you because I'm more certain that the Xuan will choose you than the amateur will."

I don't have the talent to make weapons, and I don't even have the eyes to see them. The crowd and the crowd. The Ordinary is me.

"... Pick one. Ooh. He's a kid enough to ask me to call him the parent. You admit it, don't you?

"Shit. Okay." [incomprehensible]

When Zigo slammed the wall again, the wall on the left side of the counter opened.

"Aren't you downstairs?

"The basement is the master's shop. That's Dana's place. Well, don't worry, it doesn't make that much difference. Dana admitted to letting me go downstairs, so I introduced her to the master's shop."

I don't know about that neighborhood, but they're both top notch, and I'm not saying no.

So I'm interrupting Zigo's shop.

Zigo's shop looks like it's next door, not underground, and it's good. I don't know if it's good, but it wasn't built in a rush with me. However, there was a good range of martial artefacts that could be seen by the amateur as well as the products from the parent store.

"You don't have many demon swords or anything."

There are only two things junior high school students are likely to think about. After that, there was an array of ordinary (first-class items are commonplace here) weapons.

"Ma'am. I don't have the talent to deal with demons. I usually work as a blacksmith."

I see. The kind whose parents are good at developing that person's talents. Then there will be more disciples.

"You're a good master."

"Damn. You're like a master, you are."

"I don't know if it's the same kind, but, well, I'll take that as a compliment."

Speaking of outsiders, don't be so bigoted as to deny that they're like great beings. I'll be honest with you.

"... ha-ha-ha. Fair enough. So, it's up to me, huh?

"Oh. And can I get all the flashy spears over there? He seems to like Mermaid soldiers."

Mermaids prefer spears to swords, and seek something more flashy, plain in shape. That would be just fine to give to the soldier leader class.

"Mermaid or something, are you what you look like? Even if they say it's better than me, it's more than I can honestly believe."

"As it looks, busty fucking kid. I don't care."

"... Ma'am, that would be good. If you don't buy it, it happens every time."

"I don't like it. He's not a customer."

"We do it on Daoist... but it's a job to live, and we can't eat it without selling it, and we can't buy ingredients. It takes money to make something good."

Not at all. Sorry to bother you.

"By the way, you must have money, right?

Six pieces of gold were removed from the storage bag and placed on a nearby table.

"If it's not enough, I'll give you more?

"... every time, you son of a bitch..."

I took a deep sigh to gather out my weapons.

"You're decent for an outside disciple. If you don't fatten up your creeps, you can't be like your master."

"I'm not what I'm after, you asshole!

Oh, boy. It would be your disciple to cross the master. That's why they lay it on your ass. I don't know. A man is more or less like that. Gumball, it's Zigo. I'll back you up.