Reincarnated as a Villager ~ Strongest Slow-life

Whatever the Duke would welcome, it was a heavy town of the Empire, and it was for the sake of being a airship that he came this far that he decided what to do, so his father and the Duke went to the Adventure Merchant Guild Trading Museum.

The leftover ole was sipping her substitute iced coffee, overlooking the breathtaking dining landscape of Pritsuman and Doremi.

"Something subtle tastes, this dish"

I ate something like the last carrot, pretzel. You, A-lunch (two pieces of toast. Scrambled eggs with vegetables. Two sausages. Consomme-style soup).

Totally stained with our rules, Pritsuman was eating subtle, albeit without leaving it behind.

And, by the way, the A-lunch is reduced to a pretzel size. By the way, Doremi has a B-ranch (stir-fried hot dog, bird meat and vegetables. It's like a gratin) from my mouth... but I feel like I'm swallowing the way I eat that ignores the skeleton...

"Really? It was delicious."

I think it's a healthy flavor, I think.

"Uh-huh. It doesn't taste bad, but I guess it's inferior to the taste of sapphire."

"Other dishes would be pathetic if they were based on the flavour of sapphire."

That already beats previous life's cooking. If I remember that flavor, I can't taste the raw food better than hospital food.

"Hehe. I'm sorry. I'm not good at cooking."

Lady Glenn appeared neglected in the opposite seat. but I'm used to it.

"As always, yeah."

"You can't fix all this."

"Hehe. I can't cook either. I'm banned from the kitchen by my sister."

"Hehe. That would be wise."

I gave this one back with a laugh, too, to Lady Glenn's shitty laugh.

"-Oh, bei. Welcome."

And you showed up as a recluse.

During that moment, Lady Glenn had disappeared, but the untrained who said this wasn't. I turned my consciousness to your recluse without worrying.

"Whoa. Sorry to bother you."

"You're always welcome to Bae. So, what do you want to do today?

Sitting in the opposite seat, the recluse asked the resident for tea.

"Nah, do me a favor for a wide-faced recluse."

So, what do you think, Mr. Hideaway? Why not?

Your request is not to be alarmed.

"I didn't ask you to do me that unscrupulous favor."

Oh, please, this is your first time, isn't it?

"Your actions, your thoughts, everything, it's the first time you've been unscrupulous. A few days ago, you were an idiot trying to ash the king's capital."

"Long live the brave."

"Damn. What kind of mouth would you say..."

All right, if the results are good. So that's good.

"Huh. So, what is it?

"Civil Resistant Outsiders, would you like to introduce me? If possible, they'll emigrate."

"Again, are you doing something unscrupulous? What are you doing?

"Underground State-building and dwarf home-building. Mediterranean urban construction for the renovation of the port. And, you know, town building? Oh, yeah, yeah. If some of you are good at flying ships and other technologies or want to be a captain of a flying ship and do business, please. I need to talk to you about the pay and compensation. I don't know how much the outsiders pay. What do you say?

It was the silence and the recluse holding his head back that returned. What's the matter with you?

"... Really, you're more impotent than I expected..."

"Huf. The Demon King is also a trinket in front of the Bay. Yes, go ahead."

"Shut up. There's a fallen angel who sold his soul to something sweet! Go away."

"Hi. Ah, bei. I have a kid who wants to do farming, but could you let me move to your village or that underground state? Because the land doesn't matter if it's small."

People who want to do farm work, right?

"If you're not going to do the farming, you're welcome. Land is fine if you use it as much as you like. The land is full. That said, it's still about to be created, so it's about to open up."

Well, the first floor can create it immediately, and the outsiders can do something about it, even if it's a bad environment.

"Then you'll be fine. You said you wanted to start from scratch."

Slow life in the country, you sound like an outsider.

"I get it. Not at all!"

And your recluse shouted in a yakking, shitty way.

"I'll ask you because there are a few of them. I'll be back in the evening!

"That's your hideout. I can count on you."

I can't fix it and keep it good.

He said something, but I was forced to swallow it and leave the store.

"Wait here?

I shook my head at Mr. Residence's suggestion.

"No, you're asking me to shop, I'll get that done. A treat."

I paid for it and we left the store.

Okay. Do you want to go to your parents first? Nihihi.

"Damn, look at me like I'm making fun of you. Ziggo will hate you."

"In that case, Pritsumo will keep you company."

Zigo's big best friend, Pritsu-An.