Reincarnated as a Villager ~ Strongest Slow-life

It's on both shoulders of the flower dandelion, what?

All the while, Pritsuya asked me silently with her eyes wide open.

"It looks like a stem"

Huh? What are you talking about, Temei!

And it just comes awesome, but the fact is, it's a stem. Well, I have no idea what you're flying off that stem. I didn't even think about it.

"This time, what's wrong? Also, did you bring some funny clothes?

"No, I'm here today to introduce you to stylish Merchant and do you a favor. Can I see the gardener?

It's called a garden, so the chief is called the gardener.

"Stylish Merchant?

This is it. I offered Pritsu-An.

"I, Prish. It's a coexistence of beige."

Heh. We're living together. It's as fresh as I've ever heard before.

Maybe it's not like the coexistence I know, but it is now too. It would be nice for us not to have it.

I guess some mutual inspiration worked. I met him and blossomed in stylish rigging in seconds. Just the flower man.

What a pinch, let me interrupt the garden.

"Hang on, you've really changed."

When I first came, it felt like a wetland, and the florist was something of a dull thing, but now the kingdom of dreams and magic is also bright blue. It was developing more vividly than this theme park.

"Just take the admission fee and you'll be rich. Why?"

It was so vivid that I couldn't speak in my poor bath, and I blossomed ignoring the seasons and all that.

"Oh, boy. Long time no see."

"Ooh, it's been a while. You're blooming beautifully today, Mrs. Rose."

Not that I'm married or anything, ma'am, but I felt that way for the purpose I saw it, so when I called it that, I seemed to like it for some reason, and it's the red rose florist who started naming me Lady Rose.

... you're more of a cabbage lady than a lady...

Head to the heart of the garden - under the world tree - greeting the florists who will go on the ground one more than the number one.

Unlike the world tree at Lucert's, the garden tree is five meters low. But performance (?) This is the top. Filled with clean air, light bronchitis is enough to heal completely in an hour.

...... I experimented in patients with bronchitis by accumulating in the junction......

Even air is a medicine here, and as a pharmacist, you have enough medication material to get your hands out of your throat.

He shook off consciousness that seemed to derail again and came before flowers like rafflesia blooming under the world tree.

It's a flower that, on the contrary, even ignored the region, but it's blooming here from far too ancient (my own imagination), kind of like a god. Well, the personality is super light.

"Hello, gardener. It's blooming better today than anything else."

It just looks like some kind of poisonous mushroom already - form, but they show the best shades among the florists.

...... by the way, the smell is also toxic Death......

"There you are. Not quite. Because of the weakening of the earth these days, if you stay alert, your roots will wither away."

"Aren't you Wally's nutritional circulation because of your age?

Even though it is close to God, it is certainly a life form. You'll have about a physical condition.

"No, there's nothing wrong with my body. The earth is weakening."

"Didn't you say spiritual power or magic?

"It's full of spirits and magic. The earth is diminishing."

Regardless of spiritual power, it does feel full of magic.

"... the earth, you know..."

There's nothing you can do about the dragon pulse, but if you don't have the nourishment of the earth, there's a way to do it. You know, I have that resurrected hand.

"What if I told you I could handle that?

Negotiations with florists seem to be straightforward and roundabout, but as a trader they are also a trustworthy species.

"I'll get it done"

So you can't do it right away. This is a negotiation and a deal.

"I want to move some of the water flowers and white thunder flowers, red cherry blossoms, white tsubaki, and daffodils to other lands. Of course, I guarantee the richness of the land."

The gardener has no such thing as the right of order, and no power of decision. Not to mention that the gardener is not the ruler. But there is an incredible power in the Word of Being close to God. Other florists obey the gardener's words as if they were a shrine.

... Well, there are exceptions. I guess with Chako......

"If you're gonna give them a voice, let's do this."

And he took out from the infinite bag the hun of a ground dragon like a mud dango, and crumbled it, and scattered it around the gardener.

Often he got a tasteful look at something, and all of a sudden, I thought he was shaking, his hair kind of hat, the blooming petals on his head glowed brightly in color, spraying a murderous odor.

... if you hadn't haunted the juncture, you'd be stuffing to death...

"What a powerful soil!

No, it's Hung. No, well, it doesn't matter to a flower man who doesn't excrete...

"There's more. Will you speak up?

"Fine. Speak to them."

Negotiations are in place. We're getting a florist!