Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

Fifteen years old.

Something must be worked out to unlock the status quo.

At any rate, my belly bug won't heal unless I slap that Noswell down.

It can't be cheaper, so I can't help it any more.

The unexpected magnitude of the Calco family's influence and Noswell's unmistakable words and actions were disastrous.

I didn't expect you to stand out and make threats like this either.

Something needs to be approached from another direction.

I crush the leaves of the Cigarette Leaf (Peep) with my fingertips and put them in my own Xcel.

Normally, I would stick three good pieces in one and light them with magic.

"What is it, brother?

"I thought if I skipped smoke, I'd get a discount."

My cigarette leaves (peeps) are especially confident in the smell.

Now that we're distracted by the power of the blue oatem, even these trivial operations should have a huge effect.

It won't be a decision hit, but I'll hang the shake first.

Magic makes the wind, manipulates the smoke and lets the queue pass without a thousand times.

Some of them looked at this one slightly and tried to move, then saw Noswell and stopped on his feet.

I still have a big stopper named the Calco family, but it works. It's not negative. Let's keep going.

If we keep the foundation strong, if the air changes, it should flow all at once.

Many people are frustrated by the lack of progress in the line because of the poor hand over there.

A little trigger, an opportunity to collapse.

Another man is out of line and coming this way.

If one collapses, the people who follow should show up.

but the man looks at Noswell on the way, stopping his leg.

Not like this.

I still want something later, something to hold me back.

I'll take a look at Noswell's outdoor shop.

"No, Mr. Noswell... I'm here to inspect the enemy..."

A surrounding knoppo tries to flutter out of the stall with his nose ringing.

Noswell was quickly grabbing Knoppo's neck and pulling him back.

All right, all right, collapse. Collapse.

But I still don't have enough.

The foundation should be adequate. One thing after that, I want a trigger.

Just a few. That should change the flow a lot.

"Ooh, there he is! Hey."

I heard Gallia.

No, it's not just Gallia. Following him, the person who was participating in my adult ritual shows himself from next to next.

There were also fathers and chiefs.

There are nearly twenty of them.

"Sell me an example cigarette leaf (peep)!

"I didn't know you were going to see Abel in the exchange square. I didn't think you'd be interested in these things."

"Why isn't there a line? You sold out a little bit, dude!

"I guess you have my share left."

The whole air changed.

One or two would be hard to get out of, but with all that, I guess I thought it would be confusing.

Noswell comes out of the dew shop as he walks with his big crotch.

"Hey! You guys, know..."

"I'm relieved! There's more!

When I screamed out loud, the line that was lined up in Noswell's outhouse began to collapse.

Nearly a fifth moved away at once.

Fished by it, further followed.

"Whoa! Don't be ridiculous! Oh, come on, face, I remember! I'll report them all to my dad!

If this many people flow, there's nothing you can do.

There's no way I can remember my face.

No one was listening anymore.

Noswell stood starkly as he blushed and was drawn back to his formation by his little one.

"Awesome, we'll get ten times the same cost this way!

"I didn't know what it was worth, but I banned the chief's demon ore. Besides, I'm nervous, and I'm not going anywhere."

More and more customers are packing up.

When I think about earlier, it seems like I'm even dreaming.

"Hurry up," he called where he was depressed.

I rush to receive the Demon Ore and hand over the Cigarette Leaf (Peep).

"Give me a hundred bunches! No, two hundred!

"Hey, make it higher! Though I won't be able to buy it!

If they did buy it in hundreds, it would be gone in a flash.

I only have about two thousand bundles available this time.

I thought this was enough, but many people here have cigarette leaves (peeps) as their currency and assets.

I'd rather place a limit on the number of pieces I can buy than change the price.

I want to be as shallow and broad as possible.

"Excuse me, up to ten bundles per person please!

We will establish an exchange from next to next.

If you don't know the market for what they brought you, you can put it through the other side of the line.

This one doesn't want to protect its value more than it did.

Even the profits weren't pursued that far, but things were better that way.

Meat and fruit, cloth and kettle are piled up from the next to the next behind.

The rare metal I wanted for alchemy is also a pile.

Not enough space, so I hired a kid to buy about five extra carpets.

Honestly, I can't stop laughing. I don't feel like going hunting for the rest of my life.

Just how do we take it home?

"Mr. Noswell, it's not good! Lower the market! I can't do it with ten times the difference!

Rarely, the little one around him is out strong on Noswell.

"Bo, you're going to give me orders! In the minutes of the Rietta family!

"Not quite! You'll be damned if you stay like this!

"So, because... absolutely, keep the value to this level... my dad said... and... If you mess with me badly, my dad will get mad..."

"If it didn't sell, it would be out of the question!

"Right, because... because... my dad..."

Noswell is getting smaller with the little one around him yelling at me.

Sometimes it's unusual.

It was worth it to set me up this time just because I could see that crying face.

You had a fight.

But anxiously, I don't see Knoppo over there.

To see how that goes, the two surrounding us may be stronger enemies than Noswell.

If you're working on something, you have to be careful.

From the side I sold, people come out to start sucking around.

He couldn't wait to smell it.

"Wow, not at all!

"What I've been smoking was rotten soil"

"You can't smoke any more than this. I hope it's cheap."

I hear the reputation here and there, and more and more people are joining this line.

Noswell's column and the length of this column reversed.

Those who remained over there also seemed to twitch about whether it was really okay this way.

This may not be enough numbers at all.

"Cibi, collect what you're drying right now. Lower the value and arrange for the selected amount."

"Wow, I get it!

Looking at our interactions, they realized there weren't many of them, and Noswell's line came all the way down here at once.

At last, no one remained.

There was a knoppo behind the line.

I thought I couldn't see him. I was lined up over here.

He has his own cigarette leaves (peeps) with a happy look on his face.

No way, are you going to replace it with that?

Well, okay.

It sounds interesting, so I'll take care of the exchange.

It's also cruel to betray that smile.

Uh, on the market, that's one bunch. Should I give you ten bunches this way?

As I smiled and continued to negotiate, I saw a man coming this way along the line.

Is the age around forty?

His nose was high and his face had a pointy impression.

It was a quiet walk, but it seemed intimidating somewhere.

He had snake-like eyes, and had hair similar to Noswell's.

I had an unexpectedly bad feeling.

"My hands are empty, so I came to see it. Well done, Noswell. Well, I guess my leaves were good. But I didn't expect it to stretch this far. It's been a long time."

Definitely.

The head of the Calco family, Noswell's father.

The boss has come out.

Noswell is just a nasty blubber, but this guy isn't.

The black rumors of this settlement almost lead to this man.

The chief said he had been hit pretty well, too.

You will also have some of the compliments in these disputes.

I can't lose my mind.

Noswell's father came straight to me.

"Noswell, I know you're not used to these things, but you seem to be doing well and relieved. What do you say? How does it feel to try it for the first time?

"... excuse me, am I not Noswell?

"Hmm?"

Noswell's father drops his gaze and stares at me.

Take your glasses out of your pockets and stare at me.

He doesn't have very good eyes.

He seemed to believe there was Noswell at the end of the queue.

"... Noswell asked you for a store number?

"Mr. Noswell is over there. I'm Abel."

"... that it's Abel?

Noswell's father turns to Noswell.

Noswell is now opening his mouth as he looks at the sky with his dead eyes.

Not a single guest is in line.