Reincarnated as a Villager ~ Strongest Slow-life

Hi, arriving in front of the hall.

"Hmm?"

When I tried to get into my house, one of my dark elf maids was in sight cleaning the garden.

It doesn't mean there's a garden or a flowerbed. It's just an open place, so much so that there's a bench or barbecue stove for Otton's tomb and mama dam time.

I miss it compared to the museum, but I'm not interested in the garden because of this, so I leave it there.

That said, I do occasional cleaning because weeds grow and mountain leaves gather, but mysterious mushrooms did it recently. So I was just out of consciousness to leave it to you, but...

"You don't have mushrooms?

I was there, but for some reason, I don't know where it is. Are you dead?

Well, you have to stay. I don't care, but MySister's servant. If anything happens, Sapur will grieve. I can't overlook that as a brother.

Why, maid. What do you want mushrooms for?

"Uh, yes. We're building an underground estate and we don't have enough people to support it."

He answered such a cluttered question properly what I wanted to know.

See the maid again.

I don't know from the look of it because it's the same long-lived species as the Elves, but it would be younger from the feel of it. Is the body... as a no-comment, in people's terms, late teens? Probably the youngest of the other maids.

Is his name Mitaletti? I mean, you're a maid of honor, Mita.

- Buh-ho.

I accidentally blew it out to its plain feel and name.

"Oh, uh, what is it?

Suddenly, Mita shows a confused face to the blown out ole. Heh. That's the look on your face.

I don't know whose education, but the other maids always look better. I never broke my expression like Mita did.

"Mita, what are you doing?

No, it's a maid, and I'm not going in there. Residents over his head were also interested in breaking his expression.

"Oh, not me. I do a lot of things as an aid."

Apparently I don't like classy language. But, well, that's definitely preferable to the other way of talking.

"hehe. Auxiliary,"

There was something in that word that touched the sensors, not my thoughts.

"Right. Sorry to interrupt your work."

That's what I left behind and headed for Sapphire.

I didn't go to the dining room, I didn't have a sapphire, I didn't even go to my room. My Sister, where are you ~?

"If it's Sapphire, I'll be in your workshop."

I was looking for a lot, and my maid, Mita, told me. Thankyou.

When I came to Sappur's workshop, there were many maids. What are you doing?

"Oh, honey. I'm going to Mermaid Country, so I'm bringing out some pottery that's intrusive."

Why don't you say dispose of it or dispose of it?

Or so I thought, Saple's made pottery is quite popular among mermaids.

In Narvar's old man's story, Dorothea series is selling?

I think Dorothea is cute, so I don't think the feeling of mermaids, is so different from people, but for some reason, Ul's hobby is distinctive. I really want it to be just Mr. Ur...

"Was it still there? I thought you did it all to me."

I took dozens of boxes, but Sapphire's concentration is far beyond my expectations.

"That's what I thought, too, when I was sorting out the shelves, it came out when I started doing it. Look, early Dorothea."

And I showed you the wild Dorothea.

- You liked the words and Alice in Wonderland by then. Well, I don't know why I became Dorothea.

"What can you sell in the early days?

"What do you think? But Dorothea is popular, and if it's cheaper, you can sell it?

"Right. You don't sell in a building for five or five builds for a pair? Well, if you have to sell it, you can make it a souvenir. I didn't build it to make money anyway."

"Right. If you can't do what you say, I'll make you a souvenir."

It would also advertise the Zelfing Chamber of Commerce if it were handed out to mermaid children or something. There's nothing to lose.

"By the way, it's my maid, Mita, you know?

"Mr. Mita? Could you be referring to Mr. Mittaletti?

That's My Sister. I know my maids.

"... no, be surprised what you can understand in Mita..."

There have been a lot of Merchant whining lately, but if you convert it to a whisper of the wind or something, you'll be worried about Sayne.

"Yes, that's Mita. Who's Mita under?

"For once, at Deacon Lessell's, is that it? Mr. Mittaletti, I'm letting you go because you're pretty clever and you can do a lot of things, and you're very attentive."

Ho ho. If Sapple says so, you're pretty good at it. He doesn't seem to think that.

"Then why not if I use it?

"It's not nice. I don't think he can think of himself, and I think he would feel more confident if he used it for you."

Anyone who thinks he's good in front of Sapphire is either crazy or has rotten eyes.

"Then don't let me use it."

"Yeah. Say hello to Mr. Mittaletti"

Whoa, leave it to me. I'll use it well. Cook, cook.