Reincarnated as a Villager ~ Strongest Slow-life

53 What kind of evolution is that?

“Amy!

I looked in that direction reflexively at Tota’s screaming call, but I can’t see Tota.

“Tota! Where!

Hate and I am a villager. It equals no sign perception capability. Not to mention the impotence of finding a tota in the mountains that is good at eliminating signs.

Well, since I have the ability to detect magic, if I use magic and magic (depending on the distance), I would know more or less, but there is a magic reaction everywhere. It feels like we’re trying to siege Tota because of this feeling.

“Amy!

There was a voice from above, and from what I could see, it seemed to convey the trees and move around.

… Really, now that I’m only five years old, there’s a genius…

Land on a lightly flying junction with physical abilities and wind magic.

Flying boundaries are recognisable (just because they’re colorless and transparent doesn’t calm them down), so they can land.

“What the hell is going on?

“Weird guy attacked me”

You think there’s a pervert in this mountain?

What a silly thing to think, the raiders who would have attacked Tota showed up.

………………

No, I don’t know what to describe anymore. I’m stuck in words……

“Well, kid again”

Speak the language.

If this is a human or an animal man, I have to be surprised, I can honestly accept that he’s less than two meters tall. It would be surprising and natural if a handsome man with a fantastic sword appeared wearing knightly armor on his green skin, and it would naturally clog the words. Because he’s a handsome, goblin who showed up in front of me…

“Again, you’re a crazy witchcraft kid.”

“… I don’t want Goblins to tell me I’ve evolved weirdly”

Damn, what kind of evolution is that?

If I hadn’t interacted with various races before, I would have been blind for another hour. Seriously, I appreciate intercultural exchanges.

“Wow, can you tell I’m a goblin”

“If that’s all that’s left of Goblin, I don’t want to know.”

I don’t know that you’ve just evolved into a handsome man.

“Cook. Cook. Funny kid. So, what are you gonna do? Run, or will they kill you? Yeah, sometimes they say they’re gonna get caught.”

I regained my cool at once in that bullshit.

“… what a mutton fish. Don’t surprise me…”

Damn, just because you’re handsome, you’re different from your usual vicious beast (goblin).

“Za, you think it’s a mutton fish?

I have blood vessels on my temples, but I don’t know if I’m angry because my skin is green.

“The contents of your head remain intact for the figure to be decadent. Well, no matter how evolved, goblins are goblins at best. Wherever you go, you’re a mutton fish.”

Evolution is certainly a threat. But without the experience accumulated there, there is no accumulated knowledge. Not to mention, in an immature spirit, what do I tell you to fear? I don’t know if it’s any different than dealing with an orga like this.

“Hey, you!

A sigh leaks to a simple dumb brain muscle bastard.

“I don’t care what you say, but for once, I’ll give you some advice. You can’t beat me. If you’re going to kill me, you’re going to kill me, but if you want to talk about it, I’ll talk about it. Pick whoever you want.”

Yeah, well, it’s nothing but futile, but this one is an intelligent villager. Avoid battles and other barbaric things as much as possible.

“─ ─ – Don’t be ridiculous!

Really, I hate this guy because he has a lot of low boiling points, both human and demonic.

A handsome goblin who seems to be forgetting me in anger and going straight into it.

He called to the earth at his fingertips, and gave birth to a stone spear.

“─ ─ Shit!

When I hit him in the tongue, he dodged the stone spear.

That’s just hunting down Tota. I’m more used to fighting than I am to being an orga.

Well, still not my enemy.

This one has fought oaks and orgasms many times (oaks are edible. Auga is a sprinkler) and I know the three abilities. The stone spear is just a feint. There’s a line unfolding on all sides of you.

“As a result, you’re going to blow yourself up. Handsome Goblin.”

He showed his throat and face to a simple silly brain muscle that fell to the ground.

“Amy, you’re awesome!!

Huhahahaha! My brother, more praise for you, but good.