Saikyou Juzoku Tensei ~Cheat Majutsushi no Slow Life~

"Congratulations, Mr. Gaston! After rigorous consideration, my last feat, report, was recognized and I was awarded a promotion from Quasi-D to D! We hope that you will continue to be active!

Speak to Gaston as the receptionist poses for the guts.

The receptionist was quite young and seemed just the same old as me.

Besides, it's the first face I've ever seen.

I'm sure you don't know Gaston's usual predisposition in new America.

The receptionist honestly congratulates him, but the official organizing the paperwork behind it looked suspiciously at the exchange between the two.

Gaston was more adult today than usual.

Rarely did he stand in line, walking powerless with disappointment and dropping his shoulders. That's how from time to time, I was sighing like I remembered.

He seems to enjoy being sold out of his sword.

But after rigorous consideration, merit and report were recognised......

Maybe that's the template, but it's a lot of fraud.

"Sarasu, Brother Gaston! I thought it wasn't a quasi-D vessel!

The little man who was beside Gaston mouths an easy-to-understand breast.

"... oh yeah"

Gaston's tension over it is low.

It's like Gaston and I were so obsessed with rank before.

"No, Brother Gaston, what happened to that Decke sword?

"... oh, yeah. Well, I have enough bare hands."

"Kah! Brother Gaston, I'm paralyzed! That's right, but it's decided that my brother's fist bones are harder than metal!

I don't know what to do, I'm starting to look really pathetic.

I'm not going to do anything wrong with Gaston, but I feel so guilty about it.

"... bylabrow"

"Hmm? What's up, brother?

"Nothing. Anything...... nothing"

Gaston glances at me with a glimpse, then slowly shakes his head.

Oh, that's a serious injury.

I hope I don't turn my back on you... but you don't even seem that energetic.

It's okay, Gaston.

I'll raise your rank as promised, so live strong.

"Abel? What's up?

Meir, who was stroking the back of New Shooting Wyburn (the bow I made last night), peeks into my face.

"... oh, no, I thought I had to work hard."

"Right! Meir also wants to test the power of reborn shooting Wyburn! I'm sure this will help Abel!

Put your strength into the hand holding the bow, and so hot valve.

Thanks to the Gordon brothers for collecting the gold from Gaston last night, we had quite a financial leeway.

Meir also seemed eager to learn the bow art, so I thought it would be more accurate than an ombolo bow, and I bought the material and made the bow.

The bow itself has also been made by the Marlen tribe, so as long as the ingredients are available, it can be made to match the back length of the mare.

I bought the best possible material and made it all night yesterday.

... Because Meir didn't like to throw away his old shooting Wyburn, his comrade, he took the maneuver of replacing the string first by saying 'it's hard to set a goal because the string is wasted' and then replacing the body by saying 'the tree seems to have a short lifespan'.

He is a man, commonly known as the paradox of the ship of Theseus.

I want to think that this has taken over Shooting Wyburn's soul.

"Is it the forest again?

"Oh, I want to go to the woods. I knew it was going to be an anomaly. I really want to look into that this time."

Once the last sentence of Mere's written report was accompanied by a brief reflection on the abnormal continuation of the forest as a stretch.

I thought if I put it in the ear of the great man at Adventurer's Support, he'd respond to something, but it's a report of an adventurer.

I'm not expecting that much, and I can't be sure there's definitely something about it with confidence, either.

It is also suspicious that the report has been properly read to see the current exchange between Gaston and the receptionist in the first place.

No wonder he was abandoned for neglect of duty.

I was hoping to find out for myself if I could, and I don't mind.

"After... you want to find some magical tree in the back of the woods."

"Is it a magical tree?

"Oh, because I haven't carved any oatems at all compared to when I was in the settlement. My fingertips are soggy."

Autem cannot make good things without a tree of high magic.

All the trees near the Marlen settlement were highly magical, but not in these trees.

Touched to make sure, deploring how blessed that settlement was.

"Well, I'm not expecting to find such a good tree right away because I'm a little deep in the woods. I wish I had this one, I guess it's a goal of degree."

Even if we find it in there, we'll either go home carrying a tree, or we'll just carve the oatem and leave it.

The World Tree Ortem can be freely summoned with a metastasis only because that itself is a hell of a chunk of magic.

I don't expect a tree with world-class magic to grow in a forest like this.

Talking to Meir about that, she was inadvertently called from behind.

"You should quit the woods."

It was a familiar voice.

Looking back, I saw Myzen's face.

"Long time no see, Abel, Meir. Sorry to go sideways, but I can't recommend the woods right now."

The moment I saw Myzen's face, the sight I saw in the guild flashed back into my brain.

It's a scene where a woman from a Meizen party member was kissing other guys in daylight in spite of having a boyfriend inside the party.

I lose sight of the words I hang on to, and I shut up.

"Oh, isn't it Myzen"

... Meir was reacting instantly, deciding that he was someone else's aerial resemblance to the case in question.

"Why don't you go to the woods?

"They found something bad out of the woods. Rumor has it that the Lord's private army is headed to the woods today."

"Even bad?

"Oh, don't be surprised to hear it. Huge hands, made of lumps of dirt. It's called" God's Hand "among adventurers. Even I couldn't believe it, but I actually saw it. I shook up and we all ran away."

... That's the guy I used for Gordon.

She also guessed Meir, so she shut up.

"From a distance, you see, that's a disastrous guy. I'm oblivious to that, but I felt something like a vicious destructive impulse."

He's the one I made.

Was it such a disaster?

Oh, I mean, did that move the lord's private army?

Why, it's just a little exhilarating dirt.

If I find out about this, I moved my soldiers pointlessly. Why don't you let me take responsibility for it?

"Heh, heh, really? Beh, I don't think Meir has any impulse to wreak havoc or destruction, but Meir does."

"Oh, did you know? I heard you're trying to keep the facility from getting any information, but, well, you can't hide that through. Because it's too big. You shouldn't go anyway. There's no way I can do that naturally, so there's got to be some hell of a monster. I don't care how much Abel, I think it's just too tight to deal with that one."

I made that one.

"Thanks for the advice...... Oh, well. You're getting scared of something, yeah."

I thought I'd keep breaking up, but I still can't go without asking about the party.

Honestly, I can't help but care.

"You know... the party, what's it like now? You were dating two people other than Meizen, weren't you? Have you been giggling lately? No, it's an analogy..."

"Oh, Tida and Riesha."

Say their names, and Meizen darkens their expressions.

"There's been a bad vibe lately. It's a little bit of a bickering right now, and I'm in a buddy position. What's wrong with you lately, even though we've been really close up to this before? I've been working on various measures to see if I can do something about it..."

Maybe that won't help.

You should break it up now, the word goes out to your throat.

Should I say it or should I keep it quiet......

It's kind of like smashing a stick that people desperately support and knocking it down from the side. I don't feel like it.

"Heh, really... Is he tired? You seemed so lovely...... you kind of don't hang up"

When it comes to love stories, Meir rides in such a fashion as intrigue.

But maybe we're not talking about such a cute dimension.

"I'll try to get it together with my charisma somehow. Actually, I went from quasi-E to E. I just wanted to get some credit from here at once as a party."

Myzen laughs and scratches her hair up deliberately.

"Oh well. But if the atmosphere of the party isn't very good, I think it's a hand to rebuild the party..."

"Yes, no, I don't think it's enough to worry me that much, really, yeah. Maybe I'll bring it back soon. Oh, my God, look, I'm here! This is me! I'm confident it's a laxative..."

... the subtle strengths to which I am sorry are painful.

Meizen, I wonder if one day you'll have a hole in your stomach.