Reincarnated as a Villager ~ Strongest Slow-life

75 It’s important, so I said it twice.

“… what are you doing…?

“To?”

Looking back at something frightening, there was an Alitera who had a very nice smile.

Of course, there are three ladies behind it.

“… uh, where did you go?

I felt Alitera’s smile had increased by 30% for some reason when I heard that, and somehow something cold flowed down her back.

“You’re gonna die.”

“Poor thing.”

“Gumball!

Huh? Huh? What are you talking about, ladies? What the hell? What?!

Something tells me that my groin is tightened cuddly because of a failure, but I don’t know what’s going on and what’s going on. Somebody, no explanation!

“What are you doing?

Alitera comes closer with a smile.

I retreat at that speed.

“What are you doing?

“… uh, well, I don’t know, you know, it’s me and it’s me and it’s me…”

“Huh, really?”

“Yes, it is.”

Hey, what is it? Sometimes the killer I feel when I think of keywords I shouldn’t say is emanating from Alitera. Why hey!!

“You’re gonna die.”

“Poor thing.”

“Gumball!

Why did you say the same line?

“Hehe.”

For some reason, Mr. Alitera laughed.

Yes, I escaped (out of fear).

They chased me (I was super scared).

I was caught (feeling dead).

I was made to sit down (why don’t we ask!).

Preached (why?).

I’m grounded (to survive).

And he cried (what do you want me to do?).

I’ve had a lot of experience in my past life, but I’m not used to women enough to do something about a woman who really cries. He who can fight a crying woman is a brave man. That or the geezer. Yes, I’m a jerk. What is it?

Alitera stopped crying gradually with the consolation of Nee-chan.

In the meantime, I really didn’t expect to come to the other side of the world. What kind of culture is that? When I heard about it later, it was the culture of the elves. Of torture, too. I don’t know what that means!

Hmm, you finally forgive me. I don’t know what…

“So, I’ve been told that the aug is out, but where is that aug?

That’s the leader. I’ve been asking sober questions.

“Hmm? Look, you’ll be there”

I fisted him in the hip with my chin and gave him an ironman standing partner.

“… armor, hey…”

“Armor.”

“Yeah, that’s armor.”

I don’t know, honey, it’s norry, isn’t it?

“Why are you wearing armor?

“It’s a hobby!

That’s a kick out there. Exactly my hobby.

“Stupid.”

“This is stupid.”

“There’s an idiot.”

Huh. Don’t flatter me. I guess I’ll telegraph you.

“… so, what are you doing?

Alitera’s cold voice makes her groin cum again.

“… er, right. I caught an ogre, not an iron… so I thought I’d play a little… use it effectively, and I was cutting trees, hi.”

“Harvest,”

“It’s broken.”

“I mean, crushed?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Will you shut up? Mr. Alitera’s eyes get rough, so come on.

“No, well, Auga, I thought it would be quicker to hit him because he’s sturdy. Oh, Iron 0-28, gather the trees.”

The controller was manipulated (it was also the man who pierced the atmosphere) and the rolling trees were collected in a crack field next to the mountain hut.

“If you go in, you lose.”

“Even if you think about it, you lose.”

“Heartless, heartless”

I can’t believe I heard you whining, but I’m busy manipulating you, so I went through.

“F . It’s over. It’s over.”

I exhaled when I saw the trees piled up in the crack yard.

But the junction manipulation while manipulating the controller is tiring (well, no thanks for the intrusion. Piercing is the man).

“Good luck, buddy”

“No, it would be an Auga”

You’re a scoundrel who goes into my affection. That’s right.

“So, what are you going to do with this aug?

“Mm-hmm. What is it?

Well, I was thinking about putting it in a pig farm in the mountains (tentative) or releasing it, but while I was using it, I got emotional, so I don’t want to release it. But I don’t know what to do about cleaning the excrement. Oh, how about we build a base here?

So, I made it. Iron base 0-28 (civil?).

“Iron O28, House!

He entered the base and returned his armor to the dirt.

“Iron 0-28, leave the food and water at your disposal. And that’s where the excretion is. Don’t keep it as a bench because I don’t know if you’re a bedman or a Goza. I’ll be here tomorrow. Just make yourself comfortable.”

Something tells me you feel like you’re picking up a dump dog and keeping it under the shrine.

“Well, hey guys, let’s go home”

“So, it’s okay, leave it here?

“What, it looks like it, but it’s strong. Well, if it’s broken, it’s fine. It’s a lot of stuff.”

Ringing his pussy and fingers lifted the bond of subordination that was straining him to a beautiful orga.

Shortly after, a tremendous roar rose, but I’m used to that already.

“Nuhahahaha! Not good, pig”

“No, Auga must be a ghost”

Oh, the penetration is no thank-you.