Reincarnated as a Villager ~ Strongest Slow-life

Here we are, Wang Du. I just think I've come to the next room no longer - it feels so familiar, but the city is just urban and the air is wary.

"Survival! Toaler! The culprit -"

Whoa, Mr. Prick. I'm not gonna let you say anything further.

I grabbed the inhabitant over my head and hid in the alley with the sleaze.

I don't mean to say I'm ready to go to a place of death, but I'm not just going to die a dog. Run, but win, until you shoot the bullet you've brought firmly.

I didn't have the courage to confirm the sound of a door or window opening at the Hanazuki Hall. Hiding yourself now and heading to Madame Glenn's comfortable moments is our top priority.

Well, next to the Hanazuki is Mrs. Glenn's comfortable temporary, but she was crushed the shortest distance because of her drunkenness. Or they closed the road.

"Fuck. What are we gonna do, me!

Nori feels like a fugitive, not... How am I supposed to get through this shit!?

"What, bei!?

I heard a voice I was used to hearing, and when I saw it, there was Ferrier.

"Ferrier, help me!"

I cried at the lady next door I could count on - they kicked me. Why!?

"Return my journey!

Mr. Ferrier hits me with some unexplained anger. Awful!

"What are you so angry about?

"Hey, you know how hard it is to get from the city of Barial to the king's capital?

"Come on?"

Always flying alone in Luck. That's a long way off, I only feel that. When I said that, I got kicked again.

... Fe, Mr. Ferrier, have you gotten any wild...?

Well, I say journeys grow people, and let's rejoice in that growth. Well, aside from the good and bad in that direction.

"It's too much!

And he kicked me as if I'd read the voice of my heart. Esper!?

"... so, what is it?

My anger seems to have subsided somewhat when I kicked my ass, so I switched consciousness.

"When I waved my job to Suribari and Toala, I got a hot octopus pummel circle"

I got kicked again.

"Awful! I briefly explained it!

"I'm just really upset."

Foreword, dead Otton. That adorable Ferrier is becoming an abusive. How can I not? Please help me.

"You must have pushed a relentless job because you meant bei anyway."

That's right. You know. Exactly!

"Huh. Okay. I'll keep my anger still. I'm familiar with that one."

"I beg you!

A large cooler box was removed from the infinite bag and offered to Ferrier.

"What's this?

"It's plugged into the Suribari and Toalas. Taste it."

And it's easy to ask for Pritsu-An. I've been banging on me with a helicopter since just now.

"... Prish, what have you been rough about since just now...?

"Bae, bae, bae, bae..."

You're still drunk, you're running things that don't make sense.

"Yes, sir. I don't know, but you're a bad bait. It's okay, because I kicked it off. See, I don't cry. I don't cry."

Mr. Ferrier leaves with Pritzan on his head.

What is it, this feeling of alienation and impotence? Well, do you know where the Suribalis are? Oh, no, I have Pritsu-An, so can you handle it? Well, thank you.

Would you like to take a walk around while Ferrier quiets the saliva?

And I thought, but I wanted coffee, so I headed to the harbor and enjoyed Mao Dam time at the pier where the fishermen were.

"Today is refreshing."

And I heard a voice from right around the corner.

I looked around when I put out the table. There were just two fishermen at the end of the pier and no one.

Yet immediately there, there was an old man with gray hair products with his gaze slightly diagonally pointed down. You've seen it before.

"Bowes?

I'm surprised they were there, but no wonder they weren't. So naturally I spoke to him.

"Bowes? What, that?

"It's a term for fishing, a word when you can't catch it. Apparently, the lack of hair comes from this, but I'm not sure."

I'm not that interested in miscellaneous stuff, and all I know about fishing terms is fishing and bows.

"Right. Bowes. You're young, but you're smart."

"Not really. What the world doesn't understand. I don't even know what I know."

I think I've studied in my previous life and in my life, but there's a lot I don't know. Well, it's not like you want to know everything, just enough to know.

"How about a breath?

I created a chair with dirt magic and invited it to MandaO time.

"Right. Then don't hesitate to join us."

A special blend of coffee was poured into the cup and placed in front of the old man.

"That's an unusual scent. But I don't hate the scent."

He seemed like an outsider who could see the difference, spoke without hesitation, and showed a satisfied face.

"Sage Which, no, place is the Great Mage Master? I don't feel like magic, but I feel like magic to the point of awesomeness is boiling like a magma. If you're bad, you'll be hiding somewhere else."

Deep down is where you hide, but this one feels big. Maybe he's a combat specialist.

Don't think about me, feel it, Grand Master. Which eye felt chilly as though it was getting thinner and the temperature was freezing.

It immediately blocks the junction, but it doesn't block the temper, or even the weight it has lived. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

And, the archdeacon, which signs of exit were fogged up, and he showed a favorable face.

"This. Stop me here. Of atrocities. The battle here is a waste of time. And I suggest you not lay a hand on this self-proclaimed villager. This guy is a villager who's relentless."

Your lair pinched his mouth like he had been from the beginning.

"Say something to the peace-loving villagers. I'm the man you can talk to."

"Talk to me. I won't forgive you if you don't understand."

I closed the path to conversation, so I guess I'll have to talk with my strength.

"Well, that's good. I want to get along with Bae. If you say we will fight, we will behave. Don't forget that, of the atrocities."

Favorable archdeacon. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. If he's weak, he'll be blowing bubbles and falling...

"What a surprise, I'm so dead. It's better to live quietly now. Enjoy your meal. It was delicious."

"Then we'll have another drink."

I put up a cup and smiled and showed it to him.

"Hehe. Are you going to ask me out?

"If we had coffee together, we'd be friends. Well, my casual assumption. Never mind."

If it does, it's the other person's decision. It's not up to me.

"I see. You're gonna love the Thunder Emperor. Funny guy."

That's what I left behind, and I left.

"There's a lot of people out there."

I'm telling you, you're the outermost.

Such a penetration no thank-you.