Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

Start making cigarette leaf (peep) fields, day three.

Nearly fifty oatems lined up.

And protect them, Mr. Mountain. Nos. two and three.

No, I had a hard time.

If the scope is too wide, it is difficult to manage, so I am replanting the living oatem and consolidating it in one place.

"Thank you, Civy, Gisele. Now all you have to do is wait for it to work."

"Yes, no, if you think of Giselle, I don't know how much..."

Cibi was speaking to Autem.

Is it really okay?

The second or third day should have been dormant there......

Did you overuse it with my senses?

When cigarette leaf (peep) cultivation is successful, give it back exactly.

Me too, I have a headache from the side effects of potion. I feel nauseous.

Anyway, I want to go home and rest.

And if I turned my eyes on the way home, I could see someone coming this way.

There are three of them.

They are examples.

"Oh, that, the leading guy, one of the sons of the Calco family. Bye..."

Civy stares at Noswell, the leader of the troika.

I was talking to Otem until just now, but he finally returned to sanity.

I heard we weren't home, and I guess you came to see what was going on suspiciously.

I don't know what means the Calco family will use.

Depending on how we get out here and how we return it, we could be limited in our future moves over here.

I slap my cheek and put my temper back on.

"Ha! I didn't know you were doing this. You're dumber than I thought!

I look at Noswell and then I look around the back.

After trembling his shoulders, he was gently distracted.

Give him back already... Every time, every time, why are you bringing me here?

"So, what are you doing this time?

"What can I do for you? Don't be ridiculous. What, how many of these oatems? That means you're fighting and selling to my house, right? Hey."

Noswell narrows his eyes and approaches me.

"Hey, what the fuck, you guys! That's the way you think you can just fight and sell it to Mr. Abel!

Cibi barks her voice and gets out in front of me.

Then, stare at the threesome one at a time.

Cibi's fine, he's more than willing against me or Giselle.

No, was it like that when I first met him, too?

The way I put it now, it has a great fox feel to borrow the authority of a tiger.

Noswell laughs at Civy's words with his nose. The two surrounding men shake their heads.

Noswell, who saw it, punched them in the tongue and then slapped them both in the head.

I reach out and go in between the two of us, flattering Cibi.

"There's no point in growing cigarette leaves."

"If we don't have a decision to make, what can we do? Remember that word. I don't think you'd be comfortable poking around my house."

Nitali laughs and Noswell goes back the way he came.

I pull faster today than I thought.

"Also, can I go home now?

Speak to Noswell as relieved as you surround yourself.

"Oh, I did the warning, so that's enough. I was sure I saw that amount of oatem. I'm not thinking about it, it's just a hit-and-run idiot idea. I guess I regretted and regretted it and moved without thinking about it later."

Noswell returns it to his surrounding knoppo and then deliberately flaunts his shoulder.

Then I look back at this one small.

"Let me leave you alone. 'Cause now you care, don't you? I wonder who the hell you're going to make that many autoems to help you replenish them? No, he's pathetic. I have trouble with fools moving. That cigarette leaf (peep) field, I hope it works. I'm looking forward to it, Abel. Come on, let's go home."

Magic supply?

Am I missing something?

When I looked to the side, Cibi was blue-faced.

After dropping off Noswell with the two surrounding people leaving with a shitty and fast leg, I ask Cibi.

"Hey, hey, those guys, what were you thinking? Don't you see that face?

"So, it stays that way. Those three, maybe they're going to call on the other villagers not to help us! Duh, what do we do!

Helping or nothing, I thought I could manage this by myself... was the outlook sweet?

Even Civy can tell, so it doesn't even seem like a professional story.

"Uh, what do you mean?

"And you don't know? There are places behind the Calco family mansion where they grow cigarette leaves (peeps), but the supply of magic seems to employ nearly thirty people with good magic control to do it every morning. Fine, because they'll take the magic out of me... and it's not something one or two of us can do..."

"Yeah?"

"So if you can't collect people, you're going to run out of magic right away! Isn't that what Mr. Abel was saying!

Indeed, cigarette leaf (peep) cultivation seemed to be a difficulty in gathering talent capable of providing magic.

The Autem who lives dies as soon as the magic that feeds him is exhausted.

Even a day's supply would wither away.

This is one reason why cigarette leaf (peep) cultivation is not widespread.

I hear that even when the Rietta family grows cigarette leaves (peeps), they are having the Calco family bow their heads and flush their talent.

I see, that's why he was able to afford it.

It's good to know why.

"What do you want to do? There are only a few people who can provide magic. It should be mostly just people with strong connections to the Calco family, and you're never coming because you asked me to!

"Cibi, calm down"

"I can't calm down. Yo! How dare you do this! Mm, it was no use! Not like this, Giselle! That's right! Already, his house, let's buff him! That's the fastest and neatest! You can do what I did at this time, so let's do it!

"Hey, Cibi"

"Oh, yeah! My father, he's quite clever! Get help! I know someone who has a grudge against the Calco family! Mr. Abel, would you be willing to cooperate with the sheikh's house? You're with my mentor, aren't you? If that one cooperates, there should be people out there who follow me! It's inevitable that it matters, but already, when this happens, it's war!

"Cibi."

"What, what is it? Why, yes, can Mr. Abel look fine!

"Don't worry, I can bribe you alone."

I have trouble getting you to lick it.

On this scale, I have enough magic on my own.

It doesn't matter if it's about ten times bigger.

"Eh."

No, good.

He hasn't bothered Noswell anymore either. Let me do what I want.