Reincarnated as a Villager ~ Strongest Slow-life

Ga...... As I dived through the telescopic tunnel instead, Pritsuman gradually grew bigger.

Oh, no, won't it get smaller, maybe?

"Why are you so small?

"... somehow..."

Pritsu, no longer in the form of a bump, said a textured answer.

I tried to shake it off, but Konaki stuck to it so much that I couldn't peel it off. Why not!?

I'd like to think of it as something else, but I don't know how to be any weirder. I'm so hungry.

Enter Castle carrying a hangover Merchant.

The transferees gathering at the entrance hall noticed I was here and turned around.

"Pritzan. If it feels like Wally, go to your room."

"... I'm here because it feels good here..."

Is something out of me?

It's still, well, it's gloomy, but it doesn't feel heavy or anything, and it's the same if you don't use a through fist. Don't worry about it.

"Mr. Burza. No chairs, no tables, okay? If it's hard to stand, I don't mind sitting on the spot."

"Never mind. I haven't spoken to anyone who would raise their roots this much."

"Right. Then be generous with Texto. Doremi. Ask Mr. Burza and the others for tea."

I left it to Doremi, and I just took the empty storage bag out of the storage bag.

Twelve in all? You gave it quite a bit to people.

"It's Pritsam. You don't have a bag, do you?

For once, I'll ask. This hangover Merchant, I don't know, is packing up a lot.

"... there's a telescopic bag..."

"Telescopic bag? What's that?

"Doremi ~. Wish ~"

Master, this is it.

And when I saw Doremi, I was wrapping up cloth shopping bags.

Received and viewed from various angles. Hmm? I feel some stretching power.

"It gets smaller when you put it in a telescopic bag and bigger in five seconds when you put it out"

"When did you create that?

"It's time for a sleepover. I wondered if I could create something similar to the Master's storage bag, and Master Prish completed it with a trial and error."

What, like that woman you can say? Either that or you were that smart, what is this hangover Merchant!?

I don't know if I can convince you, but I don't have time for that now. So, how many of these are there?

"I keep a hundred."

Looks like it's still possible from the way it feels. How can you be so creative?

"Okay. I can't get it together. You can always get it out."

First, more importantly, the confirmation of Mr. Burzas.

Tea goes over to each of them, they take a dose, and then they go up to the junction table here.

I looked around to see each and every face facing this one, coughed up and switched places.

"Well, as far as I'm concerned, I'm about to hire everyone, but I'm not even going to hire him. Why, at the end of the day, just stay with the guy who's ready to bury the bones there. Of course, it's okay for anyone with a family to take the family, and it's okay for them to take their parents and brothers. Ask them to show it first. I can't. - He has to go home."

First, make sure you're ready.

Well, it's a scam to decide in all these words, but you can't talk about a heterogeneous state without showing your readiness.

Mr. Barza's words, my words, the atmosphere in this place, I don't understand them - he's not needed in a heterogeneous country. You can't do that. You can't do that.

Wait a minute or two, but there was no sign of anyone moving. Yeah. That's a first door breach.

"Then next. Where you are going is a heterogeneous country. There are mermaids and demons. Some dwarfs and different ethnic groups. All kinds of races will gather from now on. Look at them as guests. - He leaves."

Only those who hold more merchant positions than human values are allowed. He says he's heterogeneous, he says he's interracial. He's only evil.

Wait another minute or two, but nobody moved. That's a second door breach.

Well, Mr. Berza is passing at the point of his choice, but it's also a problem that the person involved doesn't check. I'll have to show you where it is.

"Ask again. Are you ready to head to New Heaven and Earth?

"Of course!

And, Mr. Burza put up the cup.

Plus I put up a cup with one, one more, and everyone here put up a cup.

"Master"

I received the cup offered by Doremi and protruded forward.

"Now more than ever, you are our compatriots. Welcome from the heart!

"Cheers!"

And everyone responded with a toast to Mr. Burza's head.