Reincarnated as a Villager ~ Strongest Slow-life

I don't know, the exterior looks the same, but the interior seems to forget that you live in the de countryside inside.

I didn't realize it when I went outside, but there were flowers alive in some kind of spilled vase or embroidered decorations that I didn't have yesterday.

"Sapphire one, which one are you bringing?

No, well, I don't see Sapple doing it, but it's only about Sapple doing this at home.

Okan is a satisfied woman if she works in the field, and she makes her adult like a cat she borrowed from this hall on a casual basis. There's no way such ocans would have done such a spill.

Tota and the like are flowers... I'm only interested in Chaco, and I only recognize it as a place to sleep. As long as I'm in Chaco's room as I am in my own.

Because I don't care about anything but my room, I've decided not to say anything about the hall.

The other rooms seem to be customized to their own style as well, but I wasn't interested in anything else at all - it looked like it.

Sapple is a woman who likes to be cooler than cute, but she is a pie who was herself where she lives, so I guess this is how she dyes her color. And I like it beautiful. It was so well cleaned that I couldn't beat my previous life.

"... I don't feel like my own home..."

I'm a good place for more of this stuff, but at the moment, when I have a lot of family, I don't think it's this size. Let us be satisfied that we have become the Lord of every house and room more than the Lord of every castle in every country.

Tyrolillorean. Tyrolillorean. Tyroli Lorene.

"Yeah? What, now? Is that Belle?"

"It's a meal signal."

A resident above his head said that.

You know, I want a penetration today. No, well, I forgot about your presence, too.

"There was no signal yesterday, was there?

"I've had it since this morning. This house is huge, so you think it's inconvenient if you don't give me a signal."

Sure, I can't hear you screaming in a hall with more than thirty floors of rooms, and it's hard to go get one. I see, the bell is a must.

"Whoa!

"Noooo!

When I thought I heard some strange screams from somewhere, our two biggest eaters showed up from the corner on a full walk, and, passing by.

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Will not our house change and the people who live there change? Today is more peaceful than anything else.

The eaters of the wind rage headed ahead, like the spring breeze raging.

Well, even though it's a dining room, it's not the same as a third generation house because it's co-located with the living room.

"Oh, honey, I'm up. Are you okay?"

My Sister is even more polished in the art of separation. Don't even think about it, feel it. The sensors won't catch it. I don't know, I don't even count the number of people.

"Ah, oh. I'm fine. I've only had a glass."

I don't know what they drank, but it wasn't such a high frequency thing... should be. I had a headache and nausea while I was asleep, but it was easier to wake up. Plus I have an appetite. No problem at all.

"Oh well, good. Then I'll get lunch ready soon."

The number of divisions has increased further, and lunch is completed in no time. It was overflowing from not being able to get on the table (the eater is flying).

Our tables are oval shaped, each seated in a thoughtful seat.

There is also a culture of upper and lower seats in this neighborhood of the age. but that's in aristocratic society. Doesn't matter in a country like this. It is becoming the new home rule to sit and go in the order you arrive early.

A while after I sat down, everyone came.

"Bae, how's it going?

"Well, I managed to get better. You're worried."

Something's on our conscience, Mr. Kirche. That kindness will stain you.

"Bae. Are you awake? Is that enough?

"Lord Bei, are you feeling well?

My father and swordsman don't do sword arches every morning while dating liquor platters every night. Being a healthy old man.

"Oh. I'm fine now. Thank you for your concern."

Courtesy of intimacy. Thank you very much.

What an interaction everyone takes their seats in.

We used to make sapphires, but the new landlord's policy made the meal for everyone.

Everyone sat down and His father looked around at the face of his family.

"Uhm."

My father, who snorts satisfactorily. Well, it's not like I don't know how that feels, so I'll let you like it.

"Okay, I'll take it"

Lunch began at the head of his father's.

Well, a meal that starts at the head of a parent's voice is also a good idea.