Reincarnated as a Villager ~ Strongest Slow-life

Lucerto's shop, having a complete unveiling, came Lucerto's childhood friend.

Well, there's only longevity elves, and they're far apart in appearance and age. Sure, Lucert said he was sixty years old or something, so that would be about it.

Incidentally, the average life expectancy of an elf is five hundred years. Some elves have lived a thousand years, but most of them will die in less than eight hundred years.

"Ooh, long time no see"

I forgot my name, but I remember my face well!

"Come on, Pritzan. Say hello."

I eagled Mr. Merchant over my head and stuck him out to Ne.

"… I, Prish. It's like the guardian of the veil."

Whoa. What are you talking about, this Mr. Merchant? Parents say it's this way.

Well, both protections and walls are similar, so be sure to protect me.

"... I am Burrimal..."

Heh. That was my name. First ear ~ - But hey. I remember you saying something about Marzi.

"Marco, Marco. That was your name, Nee-chan."

"It's not Marco! It's Burrimal!"

No, Co's a kid. I'd like to explain, but I can't even explain it in a culture without children. Well, if only I knew.

"So, what do you want?

You're welcome to join us if you want to. I'm just drinking coffee.

"I'm talking about the concord."

"Wally, this time it's for men only, so the woman is dismissed. Marco has a Lucerto, so she won't be joining the concert."

A childhood friend, a lover, what a youth love story. Keh!

"Beh, nothing, Lucert and I are not lovers or anything!

I don't know, I painted it on this painting. What about Mr. Tundele? There's plenty to be desired.

"Don't make fun of Bari too much. I'll be the one complaining later."

If Marzi is Marzi, Lucert is also Lucert. What, that bluntness? Notice. You'll see. I don't understand you guys better.

"Beh, I didn't complain about Lucert!

Whether it's a love story or a love comedy, you can say that in the margins. My soul pops out of my mouth.

"Not -! It's a concoction!

"It's a meeting place for men and women."

Didn't Lucert tell you? Is that it? I explained it, didn't I?

"It's been a long time."

Good. I was explaining it right.

"That's what I'm saying. Got it?

Damn it. Marco's got a hard head and can't help it.

"... yeah. You're the only one who understands..."

"What the hell. What do you mean you don't understand? The concoction held that a man and a woman would meet and marry each other if they wanted to. It won't be that hard."

"I get the idea of a concoction. You don't understand! Besides, you can see that I'm not opposed to bringing it into the elves I've just started interacting with outside."

"If you want to disagree with something else, you can disagree. It's each doctrinal claim. I'm not going to say this. But don't push that on someone else. Is Temei the general idea of the elves? Then lock yourself up again. Solve it ourselves, without asking for anyone's help."

If you want to perish, perish on your own. I'll respect that.

"Lucert. Remember what you said to me?

In a closed elf, neglected and discriminated against by his peers, Lüchert acted for the inside, wishing more fervently than anyone else.

"... my childhood friend is dying, please help me..."

I can tell you that. You're really cool.

"Races are different, too. Different ages. If you ignore the man you desperately ask for for for your childhood friend, the man will scrap it. I thought I'd do something about it as the same guy."

I can't live that nasty way, but I can honestly respect it for what others are doing.

So did Otton, and so did his father. I think the man who can be nagging for something is the man in the man.

"I'm an elf, a dwarf, and I don't see him in the race. Lucelt is Lucelt, so I helped him make that wish."

I don't like feelings, regardless of race.

"I'll be honest with you. Whatever happens to the other elves, I don't know. If you want to live, live on your own. If you want to die, die on your own. If you want me to leave, I'll leave. Never come again."

I'd be fine if I kept interacting with Lucerto.

Transfer your gaze from Lüchert to Marzi.

"You said that before. Elves are already endangered."

I've only lived in this world for eleven years, but I would know better if I watched the elves. These guys missed the world currents, and they're the kind of people who abandoned both growth and evolution.

"... yet we are not doomed..."

"Know that it is thanks to Lucelt that it seems so. Lucerto moved, and that's why the Elves have a future."

What, you think we got through this on our own? You guys are crushing Lucerto's future. Shit!

"No matter how opposed Marzi may be, interrupt or take it personally. That's Marzi's freedom. That's not what I'm talking about. But I have my doctrinal claims, and I can't give in, and I'm free again."

That's survival competition. If you want to pierce yourself, you have to contend. Well, I'm Mendoxe, so once I let you think I pulled it off, I'll kick your ass where I'm alarmed.

"Give it up, Burri. Bei will never bend his beliefs. I wouldn't hesitate to use what cowardly hands I would have if I said I would. Besides, the rest of us are serious. Burri won't know, but he's even out in a duel noise. The elders suffer from it, too. This is a one-of-a-kind opportunity. Let's get on with the Bae story."

This guy is a really cool guy. I'm just gonna get a little jealous.

"You can do whatever you want!

That's how I screamed and left, Malcolm.

"Pritzan. Please."

Use that communication skill to round up Marzi.

"... Huh. You can't help it. It's also for Lucerto..."

I'm shocked it's not for me! But it's not. Because that's the ultimate in round throwing paths.

Ah, coffee after work ~!