While Killing Slimes for 300 Years, I Became the MAX Level Unknowingly

We switched the search for fakes to walking. This would catch up sooner or later if you walked silently.

"When I find a settlement, I'll check one at a time. If there was a crowd, that's the right answer."

"Okay! I'll definitely get you!

Lycra was more in the mood than I was.

And I discovered a suspicious crowd in a settlement.

I speak to people behind the crowd.

"Excuse me, what the hell is this?

"There was a witch from the plateau! Thankfully!

We finally made it.

Me and Lycra slowly go into the back of the crowd.

Let me see what attitude you're talking about first.

There he was - a bumpy old lady.

My hips, they're nearly ninety degrees bent, and they're caned. I find it harder to bend at that angle though.

Surely this isn't a beautiful girl or that kind of genre! Definitely not a girl!

So, beautiful witch? No, you mean something different. And it's not beautiful, no matter how you look at it. Beautiful old woman? No, the expression "beauty" would be impossible at the point of the bump. The skin is stretched out more bluntly than I imagined and quite unusual.

"Whoa whoa whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa."

The fake said "whoops". I mean, that's all I'm saying.

"Gentlemen, if you're well, you can do anything. Whoa, whoa, whoa."

First of all, you're not fine! Instead, you're going down now!

"I am the witch of the plateau. I've been living on the plateau for the last 300 years."

You're just like me there. It's painful, is it obvious?

"That's the witch," "You're in a different year," "It's profitable just to watch," and "I guess it's undead," people watching also say what they like.

One of the audience raised his hand.

"Why is the highland witch traveling in such an age?

"We're going around the country looking for medicinal herbs we haven't seen yet. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

"But isn't it tough going around the country with those legs? It's gonna take a while... And you've been well crossed."

I felt the old lady react very tightly.

"Speaking of which, don't react that horses are tough." "It's undead, isn't it?" All right, all right, because of this, so be suspicious of your audience.

"If you're healthy, you can do anything!

The fake opened his eyes excitedly and screamed.

You've come up with a pretty forceful approach!

"I see. I hope you're well." "It's important that you're well." "The undead's well, isn't he?"

They're all getting rounded up. And did something happen to anyone obsessed with the undead......

"So what's the secret to good health?

Here comes the question again. But I don't care what you think. The fake isn't fine.

It's not about not dying.

That's another cluttered answer!

"That makes sense," "You're a winner just alive," "Because the undead won't die," "You, just now undead, undead, shut up!" It's pushed out... "And finally, the audience is claiming that the undead are persistent!

Now there's a voice from the audience, "Make sure you sell your meds". That would be so. Tales of highland witches making drugs should be spreading in this region as well.

Because of my slime knocking down and making a living, I almost forget once in a while, but a witch makes it my main job to make and sell pills. Whether the medicine is a health drink or something suspicious like a lizard or a sarcophagus, the main thing is to make the medicine.

Lycra seems to know this is an important point, and she pulled my clothes hard. It's a signal to keep an eye out.

Come on, fake, how do you react?

"… I have not yet reached the point of selling drugs in my studies. I'll sell more when I grow up."

"That's not true!

This time I raised my voice and put in a scratch.

"You've been doing this for 300 years, haven't you? So, how many years do you do it and it's in public? Witches aren't a tough industry to chick yet until 500 years!

"Dear Azsa, it stands out, it stands out!

Lycra went in to stop me because I stepped forward.

"Fine, this guy's a prick. I'm not selling anything, so I'm not obstructing sales. I was talking about being younger if you're a highland witch, why are you such an old lady?"

I get the gaze, "You're a fake."

The fake also makes the face "This is not good..."

"Speaking of which, I've heard that highland witches are beautiful girls." "Looks like they're seventeen." "You're not undead..."

The audience has also noticed that this is crazy.

"The most beautiful thing in Nanterre," "No, it's the most beautiful thing in the kingdom," "There's no man who can't fall in love at first sight," "You're always glowing in a bright light."

They talk too much! It's hard to reveal who this is!

No, you don't have to reveal who you are, you can make this fake look painful.

"I say witch Lilli. By the way, I'm a friend of the highland witch. To be clear, this old lady is a fake!

Of course the name is a pseudonym. You don't have to call me a highland witch here.

The fake back bent more than just now. You're trying to avoid gazing at this.

"Young lad says that." "Cute, I bet it's true." "Cute."

I got my consent for a very good reason.

"If you're going to name a highland witch any more, show me proof of that. Magically compete with me. Because there's no way that a witch on that plateau can beat me."

Thoughtfully, I apply for a de facto duel.

It's not a good idea to try people out, but if the facts don't spread that fakes have lost, it's to my detriment, too.

"Hmm...... All right, I've decided on my stomach."

Whoa, you're motivated. Otherwise it's not funny. I'm sorry, but I'll show you my strength.

Once the fake stretched his bent spine...

Also bent to ninety degrees.

"I'm a fake! I'm sorry -!

"I bent my hips, you mean my uncle!