Reincarnated as a Villager ~ Strongest Slow-life

Uh-huh. Neh.

I'm looking for what I was looking for while collecting my teacher's futon, but I couldn't find it.

"Customer. What has been done?

Yeah, yeah, I was roaring in front of the confectionery store, and the worried ghost clerk called.

"Oh. I've been looking for you just now, and I can't find you. I thought you were selling chinese homes."

No, well, until I looked with pale expectations. I don't think you mean it.

"With all due respect, what are you looking for? If you say so, I'll look into it."

Something, you said something rude, the haunted clerk was a little annoyed. That's not what I said...

But, well, there are miracles. Lead the way. This could be it. I'm glad to bet on this.

"Oh, no, I'm looking for a charisma mentor."

"Yes?"

A ghost clerk tilting his neck with a zero yen smile. You're clever.

"So I'm a charisma leader. Are you selling it?

"Uh, uh, uh..."

Confusing clerk. The intense things of joy and sorrow.

"Then even a normal mentor would be nice."

At this point, I'm not talking about luxury. I don't care if it's second-class. If it's about town, it won't be ruled.

"... too, I'm sorry. We do not deal with…"

I guess. It would be awesome if I handled it.

"Fine. I didn't expect that much."

I glanced at her shoulder and showed her.

"No, what are you doing, Kramer?!

"Looking for a charisma mentor at the home center is quite a pleasure."

And a creep combo appeared.

"Really? I heard you sell love to convenience stores, so I thought you might want to sell it to Kainers Homes."

I forgot if it was love or not, but I'm selling it for two hundred yen or three hundred yen. I heard it.

"Where is that information?

"I don't."

I cut off the bassari and let the shopping resume.

"Even so, why are you a charisma leader? There's a veil."

I told Sarah why I was going through, and I told her about it to the scumbag combine.

"... I mean, I'm looking for someone to do it on my behalf because it's troublesome..."

Well, that's the way it is.

If Kaina won't do it, I'll leave it to Mal to be crisp, but this guy is third class as a mentor. Well, as a leader or deputy to a small group, he works excellently.

Either that or this is the demon king who will force you to obey. I know it's appropriate in a way, but this guy doesn't do that. I have not heard of such a profound past, but there are verses that make it my mission to live freely.

There's no reason for such an asshole to take it seriously. I've already ruled it out from the start.

Then I thought about you, but that's not a bowl of mentors, and I want you to take charge of the economy as a merchant.

Same goes for Mr. Adaga. I want you to spin the Demons in business over rule.

"After all, when you are at peace, are heroes not born?"

Well, even in those peaceful times - strong will and desires are more and more prone to being born, making many heroes and heroes appear.

What an irony, but that's the norm. Gucci can't help it. Let's try to hang in there as it stands rather than struggle at the bottom like that.

"Well, talk to your teacher."

Now as much as I want to borrow Mad's wisdom. Sometimes I get smart, that Mad.

That's what I gave the answer to and kept shopping.

"Oh, did you sell furniture here, too?

I asked Kaina why she followed me.

"Yeah, I do. Uh, that way."

And get me guided.

I decide to texture with Arre or Colleya, turn it down and put it in my cart.

"What are you going to do with buying so much?

"You put it at the teacher's house. It'll take a while if you ask Saline to do just that."

The teacher is not that kind of interior restraint. It is the experimental apparatus and materials that bind it. I don't care about anything else.

"Oh, do you sell towers or something? The one where people seem to be able to live."

"Really, Bei is a home center crying customer, isn't he? There's no way they're selling towers. Can't it be the Dollhouse? Yes, a lot."

"Doctor, it's the type of sunburn, so it's better to have a tower with fewer windows or something."

"... I wonder what. We're talking about vampires..."

"Oh, no, because vampires in this world, the kind who don't mind hitting the yang. I mean, you have nice skin instead, that guy."

"Because he's loud about beauty."

"... that's the Bee teacher..."

You're kidding me.

Continue shopping while dodging the flying boomerang.

Oh, you want me to buy you a beauty roller? It's for Dr. Witch.