Reincarnated as a Villager ~ Strongest Slow-life

- Ha!

Returned to me and escaped Doremi's cuteness.

Ican Ican! Not if you're doing this.

"What's wrong, Master?

Cute, neck tilting dremi. Quiet, my right hand!

Hold down your right hand trying to stroke Doremi's head against my will.

"Sounds fun."

A limp voice came down from overhead.

Whoa. Residents have to love each other equally. All right, good boy. stroke.

I turned my quiet pritzan back to my head and turned my attention to Bambel.

"What happened?

I can't ignore you any more than I said I could help. More importantly, there will be other obstacles if Elina doesn't move on.

"Actually, I was having trouble handling the corpse of a sea dragon..."

The distress appeared on my face because it was a man-made form.

"That's what it is?

Elina and I have men, and we've got a vault in the harbor. Everything will be fine.

"Oh, you know, it's hard to say, but I'm tired of it"

... Yes? Tired of it? I don't know what that means.

"I will not say that I am tired of the flavor, but below Ricks, the tongue of those created by the Master was based on the Master, and it seemed hard to say the same thing every day, what shall I say, wanting to eat something different, was noisy..."

Well, so I understand what you're trying to say. but in vain, Elina's subordinate production abilities...

"Then tell Elina to create a man who can cook. I'll split the ingredients."

"Yes. Actually, the cook has already produced it, and I was hoping you could get some ingredients"

Damn, it's a quick slime to work.

"Well, tell Sapple to get it out. So, is that where you're going, cook?

Somewhere away, when I did it, I was handsome (I don't know what race it is. She looks like a person) She stood still.

"Yes. My name is Librom, but I hope you remember me as a cook. From time to time, I come to get the ingredients."

"Aye."

I'm good at remembering faces, and I'll leave the food relationship to Sapur. It would be enough if only I knew his face.

"And what?"

"Are you still with me?

"Yes. Actually, I'd like you to dispose of that sea dragon meat."

They brought him to the storage depot in the harbor because it was faster for him to see.

I dug deep into the reservoir of the harbor because it's deep, and I can afford a hundred or two of the sea dragons... you're overflowing...

"How much have you caught me!

I don't think it's a mess anymore! If there's an animal care group out there, it's a bashing storm.

"What are you using, just magic?

From the harbor to Erina's, I haven't even connected yet, and I haven't heard that the geo-front plan is underway. No, I haven't even gone to ask.

Well, something - a lot to do and later? Targeted condition. Hi, Sorry Nasai. It's my neglect.

That's why I'm not trying to rush you!

"What can I say, I have created a lot of things for Takel to communicate with planes, subordinate productions, Zanelle and Carlent..."

"I don't want to anymore. Elina Dashi"

It's dumber to demand seriousness from that noble rotter. You must have done what you wanted.

"It's like a gold rush."

If we looked at the passage for capture at the edge of the harbor, we could see how many ten-metre sea dragons were taken in the cage.

Mermaid adventurers carrying it. I don't know because I leave the price of the whole sea dragon to Mr. Ur, but if you look at the Mermaid adventurer's face, it's a hockey face. Ten gold coins will cost you if you put them on the ground.

"Ah, bei!

If you look back when they call you, you and the Duke. Which, and the Big Daughter which was there. By the way, there are quite a few people in the harbor (demons, dukes, and this crew).

"Whoa. What do you want?

Duke, who's got you staying for a while? I'm asking you to drop me some money at a hotel in Kaina, let me make a proper goodbye, and see how user-friendly the harbor is, well, I'm telling you to slow down until Miss Carlent gets back.

No, I need you to do me a favor.

"You, too."

Really, it's a slow life crisis out there right now.

"I'm sorry. But it has something to do with mourners, and I need your help."

You can't say no if you say so, at all.

"I get it. So, what is it?

"Purchase me a weapon. The Mermaid Adventurer is making a lot of demands and is in trouble. Even the spears you made are bought."

Grandma asked me to decorate the shelves, and I gave her a spear that just bounded the third class, but alle, it's not that strong.

"And some armor, too, please. Something seems to be fashionable about armor among mermaid adventurers. Oh, it's metal."

Weird. It's fashionable.

The strength of a mermaid would be its mobility with its tail.

"I get it. Purchase it... Oh, well. You had a hand out there."

I'm free. Why don't you ask someone outside?

Nice idea ~ a!