Reincarnated as a Villager ~ Strongest Slow-life

When you're putting the product out of the storage bag, it's noisy outside.

"What is it?

"I wonder what"

My head resident asks me, but I don't mind continuing to serve. Something's wrong.

There are saples outside. It's impossible if you're not in an out-of-town class to do harm to that super young lady, and you're putting in a tie in case. Besides, if I can help you, I tell you to give it back. Well, there's trouble with business anyway. Experience.

"Bae! Come here for a second!

And my aunts are avalanche.

"What did you do?

Respond while serving.

"A caravan adventurer is making a scene about letting me buy something!

"What happened to Sapple?

"Oh, uh, the usual one came out, beat one up, ran off to the village,"

The explanation made it possible to understand more or less the circumstances.

The weakness of the super toddler, the filth, means more than anything else. Well, not so much cleanliness, but from this time on, I'm going to break through the level of being a beautiful lover, and I'm going to be a little worried. Maybe.

"Damn, shaggy"

Not to mention every year, I get stuck in my head when I'm busy!

Going outside, I see, there was an adventurer sprinkling the stench so bad that it seemed impossible for Sapple to escape.

It was so dirty that if I didn't take a bath for how many days, that I just smelled like I wanted to pinch my nose, too.

It blocked the odor from all boundaries for Koyu time.

My aunts are also pinching their noses to keep the stench away with sticks.

"... so what do you say?

"What, what about Temei?

"I'm managing this square. There's no way I said this in the square, but if it bothers you, I'll shut the fuck up."

I put a golden night fork out of my pocket and poked it into the stench.

"Gahahahahaha! What's the kid going to do? Besides, with such a stick of beauty"

Well, the stench is nearly two meters tall and Gatai is guttering like a gorilla. Less than half of them - they'll only look gaggy like my threats.

"Then what's the twig you're putting on Temei's hips? Even the horse shit that's falling down the road sticks?

I didn't really think of a good way to pee, but assholes in this era have a low boiling point. I thought this was it, something straight in the middle. It showed a brilliant fury.

... the boiling point is too low to know where you touched it...

"You fucking piece of shit!

I don't know if the stench is an adventurer, but self-defense occurs when a sword is pulled out and attacked.

Strangely enough, this era has established self-defense, and if it is attacked, it will not be a sin to return it. Well, it's self-defense with witnesses, and weak and strong eating takes precedence outside of towns and villages.

He flushed in a junction wrapped around a sword to be waved down, waving a golden night fork at the side of the stench. Sure, cut it out.

There was a sound of gogi, but the bones... you're broken. Well, it's Don Mai.

The stench of collapsing. The moving raw garbage has become immobile raw garbage.

"Damn, it's good to get bigger, but there's going to be more Koyu assholes."

I don't want to touch it, but it's also a petite disaster to leave it like this. Wrap the line around ginger and stench.

"Well. Where do you throw it away?

Throwing it in the river like this is going to damage the field, and if the mountain eats dead meat, it's going to do even more damage. Uh-huh. How's that?

"Oh, you know, okay?

Troubled, a good Nordic Gatai gentleman called out.

"What?

"I'm sorry. That man is the man I hired."

"Then dispose of it that way. And I'm not gonna tell you not to make a scene, but if you do, make a scene ready to be kicked out. The merchants who come here are in a trade union, and if they see us, they'll never be able to do business again."

A major caravan is forming a trade union to punish those who run out so that they don't share what they buy here.

Well, I don't know how big and effective it is - but, well, it's easier not to defy it. Especially if it's a small caravan coming through the Kamla kingdom.

"I'm sorry. I won't let this happen again. Please forgive me."

I've bowed my head deeply and apologized.

I don't know what ethnicity Nordic humans are, but do you want me to flush them away from the measure of bowing my head to a kid like this?

"Okay. I'll do what I didn't."

I'll pay my hand to go now, but the good-looking gentleman from Gatai didn't try to move.

"Shame on you, please. Would you please sell me the product?

Something tells me there are circumstances, but this one is also doing business according to the rules of the caravan. No special treatment.

But I'm telling you. Meeting luck is whispering.

Don't let this guy get away...

"Well, depending on the circumstances, I'm not selling it, but first, explain it."

I lined up one table I put out and let the chair sit out.