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

Recently, I have placed a board to paste paper into my dining room.

I put a table on cooking and cleaning duty or something clerical on it, but there are other things on it.

Twenty-five a day. Not yet.

Two days, 23 moves, a lot of waste.

Twenty-six legs in three days.

Below, we will stop here because it will continue, but this is the number of Lycra defeated the slime. By and large, more than twenty have stopped.

Seeing something like this seems motivating. It's not a bad thing to record.

It should also be noted that I think I can defeat hundreds of them in a day without any problems. It's a hassle to find. I'm just telling Lycra not to do that.

Why, because if you don't force it, it's something you can't achieve, then sooner or later you get tight and instead you can't do it at all.

Now that it's the end of the day fall, I'm going to have this done as far as I can totally habituate.

The mysterious sentiment next to the numbers, by the way, is the incitement of Flattorte. They're knocking down the slime together. He doesn't even seem to be selling fights for real, so he's letting him do it on his own.

They both came back around the evening that day. Lycra's on dinner duty today.

"Dear Azsa, I'm home now," "Master, I'm home!

Two greet me as I read a book about precious plants at the table.

"Yes, good luck. Wash your hands properly, if you will. I don't think we're both gonna catch a cold."

You two are pulling well water. I went to the washroom, and I came back. In this world, this building, the level of civilization is high.

Even when Lycra walked into the kitchen, she was either a little bareback or practicing punching. He looks cute, but he's a dragon, so he dies when the average person gets beat up. Around there is the same thing that can probably be outrageous when a martial arts player hits you with a bee.

"I wonder if the movement is getting sharper than ever before. I don't know if it makes sense to practice as a human being..."

"Is it true! Glad to hear it! It makes sense, by the way, no matter what you look like, because the feeling is the same as what a dragon looks like"

Then let's keep it going for the strongest.

"Continuity is a force. Always strive for the strongest dragon!

I don't really know what lies ahead of me becoming the strongest dragon, especially with my focus on strength, but it would be like athletes trying to get higher now.

You know, I often say that you fight against yourself. Whatever area you keep trying to be stronger than you are right now, I guess it's a good thing. I think it would be great if we could do that within the limits of not being overworked.

However, there was a slight inconvenience in terms other than strength.

"Well, there's no carrots or onions."

Lycra looks in trouble in the kitchen. That's troublesome. Because it doesn't mean anything like not having aromatic herbs.

"No, Farfa and Sharsha went shopping and you're not back yet. Are those kids even stopping by..."

We're both serious, so I think we'll do the shopping right. No way too cute, kidnapped......!? Because you're too cute...... That too, maybe......

Oh, my God. Thinking about it, they came right back.

"I'm sorry I'm late."

"I was looking for something I cared about"

A bag knitted in a tree that they have one at a time is fumbling. Well, then, you've bought the right vegetables.

"It's late. Quick, give Lycra the vegetables. Lycra, you're gonna be in trouble."

"Sister Lycra, I'm sorry." "I'm sorry."

They were giving Lycra what they bought while they apologized. I think it's a place called Rigiri Safe.

But there was something about Sharsha's words that bothered me. Yes, there's more to it than it's late.

"Hey, Sharsha, what do you mean you had something to care about?

The village of Frata changes little, no matter how bad. The expression pastoral suits you well.

"It was on the village bulletin board that a famous bard had come"

"The bard? That's who's here."

Even when it comes to bards, they are divided into two main parts. Some of them are bards invited to various courtrooms (so, they become courtroom musicians as they are), while others are like drifter travelers.

Coming to Frata Village must mean the flower type, but the flower type seems to have some prominent people, too, and don't worry about it.

"Farfa, I searched the village with Sharsha. But I couldn't find him at all."

"It was hard work"

Is that why you came home late? Convinced.

I looked at the calendar. Just tomorrow is a holiday. Halkara is also free to work.

I guess that means we're going to be playing on holiday from the start.

"That doesn't bother my mom either. All right, look for that bard tomorrow."

Sharsha nods so hard that Farfa jumps "wow". You've returned a very contrasting reaction.

But Rosalie, who was around the ceiling, looked like she had a bad face.

"If you're a well-known bard, Atashi, I'm quite familiar with it. I used to watch the square near the original building as a substitute for the town venue."

"I see, for quite some time now, the Bard of Flushes has seen it."

"These days, I'm famous, so did anyone come to this place ~? I guess it's a tense Santore. Is it Lyconen in Phoenix......? But I'm not coming to Frata Village..."

I'm not sure about the music industry over here, but there's someone out there, maybe.

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The next day we went out to the village of Frata with our family in the morning.

There were indeed flashy stickers on the message boards in front of the village.

First landing in the village of Frata, the famous bard Scifanoia!

It will, Lute! Sobbing lute! And soul vocals!

Get drunk on the rolling live performance and its creative lyrical world!

* If you like, chip. Best wishes.

"What, this...?