Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

After Philo and I broke up, we walked about enough and arrived in our garden.

"Phew... Fine, you walked..."

I'm ha-ha, exhaling deeper, calling out to Gisele, who stands beside me.

"Yeah, that's right, brother. When you're done with your work, take a rest. Actually, my mother bought me a new tea leaf yesterday. It was a little priceless, but it smelled good, and I thought this was my brother's preference..."

Giselle speaks fluently compared to me, who is breathless.

You said you walked all that way, but you didn't scratch one sweat.

"Oh yeah...... let's look forward to it"

"Brother? How can you be so blind? Brother?"

There are already holes in the garden for planting trees.

It was made to dig into a hole digging oatem in the morning.

The day hits well in this position, and it doesn't get in the way of movement.

I hold the soil on the roots of the trees in charge of the oatem with my hands, and I take it to the pile of soil that I made when I dug a hole in the garden.

Then remove the vial from the nose and hang the powder in it.

This powder is mixed by crushing the bone powder, rotten soil, and demonic metal of the Warcraft.

Then by hand, scratch the two types of soil and powder.

Inside the settlement and in the forest, the soil quality is different. The hootel tree has a geology that was found in the hootel tree.

To fit it together… is half the purpose.

When the soil is mixed, he waves a small wand and floats as he assembles the magic formation in his brain.

"ত ু র প ু ন (Alchemy)"

cast a spell.

The mountains of dirt gleam.

All right, now the dirt is ready.

I will paint the soil into the hole once and for all.

I was just wondering if this was okay, slapping my hand as I stepped back.

"Bury me."

The autem moves in response to the voice.

Place the hootel tree you are holding from the root into the hole.

After the Hootel tree enters the hole, I fill the gap between the hole and the tree with the soil I just made.

All right, it's the last finish.

I turn my cane to the dirt.

"প া ন ি (It's water)"

Water overflowed from the tip of the cane and poured down to the roots of the tree.

We tamed the roots to the soil by watering them.

Now the replanting is over.

I touch a hootel tree with my hand, and I think about the branches that can be broken, the branches that should be left behind.

Giselle, give me the guy you were giving me.

"Ha!"

Giselle gives me the bundle of paper in her hand.

Heavy. If I had it all the time, my arm would be useless.

I gently returned half the paper bundle to Gisele.

This is part of what the chief summed up the teachings he received from the chief's grandfather a long time ago, describing how to make an otem alive as a plant.

With permission from the chief, I'm adding writing all over the place.

There are people who are actually more familiar with the living autem than the chief.

Among the Marlen are the Calco and Rietta families, who make living autem making a living business.

But for them, Autem is a commercial tool. I don't think you can tell me that.

If the living oatem is not magical earth, it will soon wither away.

That's the other half of the reason I made that dirt.

From the living oatem, special leaves can be picked.

It can also be an ingredient for chemicals, but when it comes to what is the best use, it is blah blah blah smoke.

It is the preference of the Marlen tribe, which dries and chops leaves, puts them in xels and breathes smoke that comes out seared in the fire.

Here in the Marlen tribe it is called the Cigarette Leaf (Piep) and it is believed to have a calming effect.

It is also used as a perfumed application because the smell shifts when it is smoked.

There seems to be no age limit in this world, but it's quite expensive as a kid's toy, and I don't see many places kids smoke because it takes time to get used to it.

At best, it is the mountain of Sekiyagi that tickles the naughty one with prank, try and suck it and do the gebogebo and put it back in its original position.

Then you get a sermon that it's not something you smoke at play because of the amount left over.

It was me five years ago. Cibi said he had the exact same experience.

I thought I'd never smoke again, but when I celebrate a man turning sixteen, he has to smoke cigarette leaves for a long time as part of the ritual.

I said I didn't like it, but my father was stuck by example saying, 'It's an important ritual.'

I suspect that the ancestors of the Calco family incorporated it as a habit, which I aimed to make a lot of money by marinating the villagers in cigarette leaves (peeps).

The Marlens do not have a precise monetary system.

Barter in the square dominates.

Sometimes the demonic metal marked by the chief in magic is used instead of coins, but some people don't acknowledge this.

Instead, a bunch of cigarette leaves (peeps) is often used as a light, portable and stable value.

That's how much cigarette leaves (peeps) are valuable in the Marlen tribe.

As far as I'm concerned, it's not very funny.

Even my father's cigarette leaves (peeps) have taken much of what he hunted to the square.

If I start smoking cigarette leaves (peeps) and my consumption doubles, I'll have to go hunting every time, too.

I hear that the son of the Calco family only occasionally grows cigarette leaves (peeps) in a way he inherited from his parents without even going hunting, while the others just hang out at home.

I bet you spend your free time caged in the house all the time, devoted to the study of witchcraft. I can't forgive you.

That's why I decided to grow my own cigarette leaves (peeps).

I wasn't interested in smoking, but if I really had to smoke, I'd make my own.

I'm not dropping any money on those two houses.

When I decided to do so, I was allowed to fish for the sheikh's house from the day after, and I was allowed to take the material written about the living oatem out of one end to my house.

The chief had grudges against the Calco family, so he apparently made them himself in the past and tried to mass produce them for half-heartedly purposes.

Yeah, there's something quite funky about seeing it. Though he said he was young.

But they could only really make unsavory cigarette leaves (peeps).

All that remained in the chief's house was the material of the living Autem.

I guess I couldn't keep up with the two houses that have been making improvements for generations.

But I'm proud of Marlen number one if I'm making oatems.

A number of hypotheses were made about the optimal shape of the Autem, what the soil needed, with reference to the chief's failures.

This is the first time I actually make it, but I am confident.

It's not that long till my birthday than it was, and I don't have time to try any of them.

I have no kiri if I have tried changing the conditions for many things.

With me, there's a lot of curiosity about wanting to make it once. I'm not really going to make it that far.

And if you produce too much mass, the Calco family can put your eyes on you and harass you. People in that house are famous for being tyrannical and shady.

When you get the worst fucking taste, that means I didn't have the knowledge, the skill.

Bedtime. I'll suck on that all the time during my bar mitzvah.

You won't be addicted to cigarette leaves (peeps), so you can avoid hunting hell, too.

If I succeed, I succeed. I just need to keep making my own, so I can avoid hunting hell even then.

Anything can bribe my father's share.

I return the paper bundle to Gisele and take out the wooden carving knife.

Knock off the branches of the hootel tree, leaving only three branches visible on the nose and arms.

Let them leaf on this arm. Although the nose is like a decoration.

I scrape my nose, skin around my trunk, and shape it.

I carve my face and then paint the rest of my arm other than the wooden skin with a brush made of warcraft hair.

Finally, use therapeutic magic to restore weak vitality.

All right, that's it.

After that, if you do magic every day for two weeks, you should have a fine cigarette leaf (peep).

Because living oatems have few branches and leaves, they can barely perform photosynthesis, and cannot compensate for the nutrients to live on their own, they require external magic.

In two weeks, you'll be able to afford my mitzvah in time.