Reincarnated as a Villager ~ Strongest Slow-life

Ah, it's finally over!

Long talk, long talk. I've been in custody for three days. Physically!

"... tired..."

"Bae, you didn't do anything."

Hi, I was just sitting and drinking coffee, what?

"Okay, bei. I'm leaving."

"Yes! Thank you!

A thank-you and inspirational salute to the head of the Zelfing Chamber of Commerce, full of vitality!

"Don't you have a crush on this villager?

"Didn't you forget it in Shanilla's tummy?

Huh. That's sweet, Merchant. My tenacity is unusual. [M] Ad hoc. We'll meet on the spot!

"I don't know, Mr. Chanter, it's been a while"

We were face-to-face, but it was now at this time that we spoke. When the discussion is over, the bastards will serve alcohol. I rented a room at the Garden Flower House (Nana) to encourage me to make medicine.

"It's been a while since I've faced each other, but, well, this is the first time I've exchanged words, and it's been a long time"

Skin gloss on the liquor serving day after day, Mr. Ichanter. That's a different kind of merchant for a name.

"Mr. Chanter, is this your first triumph?

I don't know if I left because I only knew enough to go to Northern Europe to buy coal.

"Oh. I don't miss it any more. Thanks to you."

I'd love to hear you say that. For my happiness, Mr. Chanter will have trouble making money.

"Are you leaving soon?

"Right. I'll try to leave tomorrow morning. I'm ready for Slenviek."

Let's teach those who forget. Slenviek is the king's capital of the Arberian kingdom. I have a memory of place names. Compared to the general public, I'd be in trouble if they told me.

... so it would be helpful if you didn't ask...

"Right. That's more than anything. If you can afford it, come to my room."

This is the room you rent at the Garden Flower House.

I don't care what you're thinking, Mr. Chanter. I'm going to the room. I'm not forced to.

There are quite a few rooms in this garden flower house, the variable cunt, and there can be more than twenty rooms. Thirty tatami tatami in the room I'm renting, it's a different space! I'd love to go in there or something.

"... that sounds like a terrible mess. And it smells terrible..."

"This is not how a pharmacist works."

Well, if you're protecting the reputation of a general pharmacist, it doesn't stink to the point where you can do business all over town. The smell is due to the use of precious materials, poisonous grass, etc.

By the way, Merchant leaves before entering the room, and Mita and the other maids wear a poison mask or a sharp sense of smell.

... I hope you don't come in that far. Me, aren't you like a mad scientist......

"I guess it's okay, huh?

Mr. Chanter fearful of poison mask maids.

"The smell is terrible, but it's not harmful to my body. It's ventilated when it's terrible."

Something occasionally produces irritant odors, so I will ventilate it.

"... I don't feel comfortable with one thing..."

"Don't worry, I'll fix you if you break your body. Well, sit there. Mita, give Chanter some coffee. I'm green tea."

I just drank too much coffee. Enjoy a different flavor for a while.

Let Mr. Chanter sit on the couch, and I'll take out two boxes stuffed into the shelf.

"... that's a wasted decorative box..."

I shrugged as I looked suspiciously at the box I had placed on the table.

"Was it better to be simple after all"

I tried to be fancy, but my taste made me work for a bad taste.

"So, what is this?

"It's the medicine that cured your father's phantom limb passage. I'll make you a souvenir."

I just rocked my body pickly, and I don't change my complexion or my attitude. I reached for the coffee served and shook my mouth slightly.

That's a testament to being on the subject at the drinking table. No, if you want to be a well-known merchant, you can't ask.

My dad knows what I'm not keeping a secret, so he'll be telling you what he knows.

"... you gave me a hell of a souvenir..."

If you think you'll forget me for a few minutes, you'll get me back in about thirty seconds, Mr. Chanter. That's just great.

"Really? I thought Mr. Chanter would come in contact to get it."

From Mendoxe to contact from here.

"It's a prospect for you..."

"If you want a well-known merchant, you will."

If you didn't, you'd be surprised the other way around.

That's what I'm buying.

Merchants with different directions from yours are precious. Not to mention Mr. Chanter is more reliable in a land beyond my reach. I want you to be a merchant who will fall asleep just to hear Chanter's name.

"Huh. I'll lose confidence when I'm dealing with you. I don't feel like I can win."

"What do we do when we beat the villagers? Win as a merchant."

If it's a villager fight, I won't lose, but if it's a merchant fight, I don't mind losing. (10) Defeat the merchant enemy and stand at the top.

"... I'm saying you can't win where you say that..."

I don't know, Mr. Chanter, but I need you to work that out for yourself. It seems like I can help.

"As your father would have told you, Elksepul can lose its effect from the moment he cuts the seal. So drink it as soon as you open it. And Elksepul spends more money, time and skill on vessels than on the contents. If you open it, in a few seconds, the vessel will disappear to destroy evidence."

I am free because I create it in the art of junctions.

"... if you bring something like this in, we'll have a killing..."

"People kill each other to get a loaf of bread."

Even bread would be a sin if Elksepul were to say it was a sin. One or the other is sin. What a man's arrogance has created. I think that's sin.

"The point is, we kill each other around one of them because there's only one. Then you can have a few dozen of them. If you know you can buy it if you pile up the money, fine. If I told you it would be cheaper to buy than kill each other."

Thumbs up a box full of shelves.

I drank coffee by day and worked hard at night to make elk sepul, which is an achievement of it.

"Right now, Mr. Chanter is the only contact point for that. It's up to Mr. Chanter to use it. Do your best."

It contains six elk sepules in a box.

Give a box to the powerful as a gift, if you sell your name and sell your thanks. If the powerful are assholes, you can give them to the wise powerful and take their seats. You'll be as talented as that.

"... what good are you...?

I laugh nimmari at the question.

"It's great to have a friend in power."

Long live power. Thank you very much for me. Kekkekkek.