Reincarnated as a Villager ~ Strongest Slow-life

Kainers Seaside Hotel.

Kaina, who bought out where it was formerly our nursery, said the hotel was renovated - or that was the name of the hotel she started with separately already.

No twist whatsoever, I thought, but that asshole twisted the contents (it's a discretionary decision). It was so fancy that I wanted to poke around about who was coming to stay.

Well, it was the finest, it seemed like a suite with only one, vainly spacious, vainly luxurious.

I thought I didn't have to have a room like this, but I'm the most senior member and I can stay for free.

Not complaining more than I left it to you is the basics of a round throwing path, and if you go to sleep. Ah, anywhere is fine. For some reason I sappy using one of the four baths, and this again for some reason I say good night in the smallest room in the seven rooms.

There's some noise, but if you tie the line, problem nashing. Comfortable and comfortable sleep and gussy. That's why I woke up at my usual time.

"... what's the situation, this...?

Five outsiders, idiots. The crowd plus China was drunk.

I don't know why, but, well, this is what happens when these guys get together, and they're already recognized like the law.

"... after summer grass and assholes dream..."

Yeah, the story is wary. I guess it disappears like a dream. I'm sober.

Deodorize gently in the junction. The coffee maker in the living room poured me a cup of coffee.

"Delicious."

He kicked Argyle off sleeping on the couch saying he wanted one in the room, and enjoyed his coffee at ease.

"... but why do we have Lunta or Kabako...?

Lunta, a white snake wrapped in a large living room. Is Bucks alive when he's tightened?

Well, I immediately took it off my consciousness, trying to be out-of-pocket and problematic.

"That's the most mysterious thing about you, Kabako. Why are you hitting on Kaina's head?

Now I seem to be losing my mind, but I guess I've been wearing it for a long time, my asshole was all over my saliva.

... I don't know what this guy likes...

A rotten demon king sleeping with a tranced face. You and I became brothers. I thought we'd failed.

"Ariza, are you sure?

I always imagined New Bremen together.

I replaced the coffee and waited for someone who could explain the situation.

"Oh, honey! Oh, no!

"Oops. Oops."

Wherever you are, Sapphire is Sapphire. I woke up at my usual time. I'm just dazzled by the silky pyjamas. Isn't that too glittery?

"Where did Sapple sleep?

You've come to refresh yourself a lot. Was it a soundproof room?

"Upstairs."

Upstairs? What happened? Did you miss Mita's explanation...?

Well, I was sleepy, and I don't care.

"Was it a nice room?

"Yeah! It was a really nice room! That's what I want to do with my room."

"Then talk to Mr. Concierge. 'Cause I think it would make the room a renovation - Sapphire's preferred room."

Kainer's Home would be about the place to remodel it. Basically, what is a home center?

"Yeah! I will!

When I replied well, I left somewhere.

Well, if you like, fine, and when I got up off the couch to replace the coffee, I hit something on my leg.

"Hmm?"

You rolled in from under the couch, what a labeled helicopter to kill a villager.

"That's an ominous label. Give it to the villagers or something."

What kind of naming sense is that? Is there a grudge against the villagers, the one who made them? That's what I'm gonna kill you for, Gola!

What a willingness to kill, but vanished in an instant. I have a bad feeling...... or experience, well, I grab a helicopter and peek inside that one.

"... will there be a day when I can understand this Merchant...?

Merchant holding a helicopter in a helicopter and crying. It's too mysterious.

If you leave it as it is, it will haunt a helicopter and attack you, so crack dry bamboo with a junction knife. Whoa. You're a little blushed. Mengomengo.

The slightly cut hair is pointy in the trash. You haven't seen anyone, have you? If you watch it, you'll be poised in the trash, so name it honestly.

Put Mr. Merchant over his head because he doesn't seem to be there, and replace the coffee.

"Ah, coffee."

Death more than anything in the morning.