Reincarnated as a Villager ~ Strongest Slow-life

Don't get swallowed even if you drink.

The more I thought of, the more I drank in moderation, the more Middle-aged people.

Well, in front of the Chancellor, Mi Mi Mi Mi Mi Mi Mi Mi, he drinks while enjoying the taste of alcohol.

... Exactly, you stopped humans. It was a way to drink, in the case of outsiders...

The master of the finally resurrected blacksmith guild and the lady with the chairman were also mixed and flowering in liquor rigging.

I couldn't drink, I heard blurring over coffee.

And, the sound of the door being knocked reached my ear.

"Aye."

I was drinking in the chair at the bar closest to the door, so I'll handle it.

When I opened the door, there was a ghost lady earlier. Behind it were Mr. Wang and his brothers.

"We've brought a customer"

Impressed by what a well-educated man he was, he thanked him and invited his brothers Wang in.

Continuing with your brother Wang and his daughter, you pervert, Mar...... Mar, Mar, what is it? Well, Granddads came in.

Grandpa's, I don't know if it matters, but, well, the great guy from the neighboring country. Would it be more convenient to be there? This one's here, too, great.

Middle-aged people, who had blossomed in alcohol rigging until earlier, were also being rude to sit down and respond, standing up and welcoming them with the faces of their respective main businesses.

Well, the rest is fine. There's an atmosphere, and it's irresponsible. I went between ginger and.

"Well, what. I think there are a lot of things going on with each other, so I'm going to leave it up to each of you to decide who you want to name."

Even though we have arrived on our own, we have our own positions and our thoughts. I'm not going to say this there, and I'm not going to get involved. That's on your own. It's not the villagers' domain.

"Then let's go from me"

and the chairman stepped forward, so I stepped back from the spot and left everything to each other.

Prepare each other's introductions with drinks flowing from right to left.

Mar... not Bellas, not Marble... well, Grandpa's liquor hobby, or Camra's national preference for warmed wines. Now do something hot and warm by choosing it appropriately from the shelves.

He said about fifty degrees is about the right temperature or something, so it's about this? And well, it's teketo.

"That's a rare wine. Are they from the Arberian?

Look, Mar... when I put it out to Grandpa, he immediately asked.

"I don't know the details."

I answered briefly and left the scene.

"I don't know, why don't you just, you know, get in here?

"My job is to create this place. I'll take a hairy cow as my reward. Others are Grandpa Marr's business."

I don't want you involved in everything. Mendoxe. It's true, but for being a villager, it's me.

"... by the way, it's Grandpa Mar. Also, you forgot my name, you..."

"Gamba, I haven't forgotten just Mar!

"That's not one prestigious story!

Hi, excuse me.

I apologized honestly and promptly dispersed. Of course, from the room.

Going straight down to the ground floor, Kaina in the lobby and a demonic man (about thirty for what I saw) with pitch-black hair and bright red eyes had arrived at the same table.

"Kaina."

At the same time as I called it, Kaina looked back and just asked me to come here.

"What?

With the same seat, the waitress's... what? Something translucent... what? I can't describe it well - I asked for melon soda from a ghost-like nee (?).

"I'd like to introduce you for a moment, or I'd like you to bite one for what you're doing."

"The Demons have merchants, too."

A continent with demonic tribes, due to its natural fierceness, has no interaction at all and is considered a mystery. Well, I know what you look like because information comes in through the Dragon Nation hard.

"Surely, there is one demonic twenty-four species, the Saiwa, is it?

"... you know things, bei. How informative is that?

"If you read the book, it is possible to know your name and appearance. So, why is that Seywa merchant again?

"Yeah, I want you to turn things around here, too. Or culture."

Culture? I don't know what that means.

"Demons are life-formally strong, but the ability to create culture is the lowest in this world, and strength is the rule."

"Well, he's strong enough for nothing."

Strongly, I have certified myself as a species on its way to doom that has given up both growth and evolution.

Especially when you're in a dragon with intelligence. It's inferior to livestock already. I don't think it's worth living for.

"Growth and evolution, right? Sure, the Demons don't feel like moving on, do they? Monkeys are still more noble."

When I saw the devil's man in a chill, I was nodding my consent.

"You've heard from Kaina, but I'm bei. Say hello."

"This is a late name. I, Adaga. I'm a merchant. Go ahead."

Heh. That's a pretty shattered guy. It's not a good idea.

"Why would Mr. Adaga want to buy a culture?

"To satisfy my curiosity."

Adaga says Kippari. That's not a good reason.

"If you want to do business, you're welcome. But Mr. Adaga, what are you selling here?

When I say business, I mean no one-sided buying or selling.

"I would like to sell hundreds of spices"

"Spices?"

"There are lots of spices picked on the continents where the Demons live, and they eat things like curries."

Wow. That's interesting.

"Okay. I'm joining the Founding Fathers."

Curry. I'm a little motivated.