Reincarnated as a Villager ~ Strongest Slow-life

As he went up to land and walked toward the house, the sun turned completely out of the horizon.

"What sky is Bruvi flying in?

I think the night was slightly shorter, but are you even straying?

"I mean, this flying whale, where are you going?

"We should be heading south."

For once, a compass has been installed on the bridge and instructions have been given to the Blackfeather Fairy to head south. but Merchant has something naive about it.

There's something I forget about the mood and the circumstances that changed my purpose.

Well, I'm not in a hurry, so I'm letting you feel at home, but don't go to different dimensions or different worlds. I like the whole world a lot.

When Blue Island comes lit up bright, the lights on the exterior lights installed on the road go out. Is the sensor working?

"... is it people's sexuality or their business to ask for convenience, what is it..."

A creature that wants convenience, whether it's science or magic. I want it to be a future that doesn't lead to depravity.

What a philosophical thing to think about, I arrived home.

"That's what you decided to call it, here, away."

I remembered the decision I made before.

"Smoke?"

The house... not only was smoke coming out of the chimney away.

The temperature on Blue Island is constant and we don't need heating because it's set at twenty-five degrees. but my fireplace also uses it for cooking and boiling water, so no wonder I set fire to it.

But the fireplace is under my jurisdiction and I'm the only one who uses it. Mita, the cook, only cooks in the kitchen. Every step of the way is enough in the kitchen.

"There's someone here."

"Don't be."

I don't have special eyes like Merchant Eye, but there are sensors that can feel signs. Villagers by name...... sensors? Well, sign perception is good.

Coming to the front door, there was a pedestrian grandfather and a one-armed swordsman.

"Oh, bei! You finally came home! I'm relieved."

Something to relieve Grandpa. What the hell?

"Who?"

"He's the grandfather of a pedestrian who comes to the village apart from you. You're an adventurer."

The pedestrian grandfather seems to have come to Bobra Village before I was born, rather than Ocan.

The gentleman with one arm has been his grandfather's escort for several years and now feels like a combo.

By the way, the one-armed gentleman is also the benefactor of the village of Bobra and the one who repelled the herd of oaks (see Volume Six).

"What do you want, to come this time of year?

Pedestrians seldom come in winters when snow doesn't have to accumulate to freeze. Request if coming. It's when we run out of food.

Well, I was forced to come to you by giving you the tools and coats that set the line. Oh, I wasn't discussing that with your brother around there. I don't know what's been going on since spring.

"Retired"

"Right. Thank you for your hard work."

I don't know how old my grandfather is right now, but it's an anomaly that my grandfather does business until this age.

For the most part, it would be common to retire fifty years ago and give way to succession. I didn't let you do that. There were no pedestrians in the Arberian kingdom who would come all the way to a village on the edge.

"Are you kidding?

This one has bright white hair. More wrinkles on his face, so much so that he doesn't look like an adventurer from the looks of it. But the arm of the sword is as awesome as it is sticking one foot outside.

First of all, you won't win at Father's. I'll kill the orcs just because I'm in the mood.

"I'm still going on. I can only wave my sword."

"That's more than anything. Wave your sword till you die."

Live in the sword and die in the sword. Isn't that exactly Swordsman Pledge?

"Oh, I will."

What a fun laugh with a shitty face. I need an apprenticeship to make my life a good one.

"Well, let's talk about the pile inside. I'll serve you a nice drink. You think it's just the two of us?

I'm quitting, so if I quit, my customers are extremely good at it. Trusted business. If we don't prepare a succession from about thirty and let them know it's this guy next, our relationship with the village will get worse.

My grandfather had also taken two young men to do business and let them know he was his successor. Well, my grandfather didn't interact with the young because he was dealing with the village.

"I'm making you some tea inside."

Something gives me a frightened grin, Grandpa.

"But that looks like a huge change in just a few months. I'm ready to go into that mansion."

"I'm sorry. The truth is, it should be more qualitative, but when people get more, they get flashy for some reason."

Well, it's not what I say when I'm not home and I throw everything round.

"Why did I leave you here?"

"... you seem to be the one who goes diagonally to the point where people think..."

On the contrary, I thought it was true, so I gave it back with a bitter smile.

Whatever it is, you're welcome.

I welcomed them both away.