Reincarnated as a Villager ~ Strongest Slow-life

Hmm, I'm headed to Mount Zaccarat, where Tota and the others say they saw a goblin, but to that Mount Zaccarat it's a straight line distance of about five kilometers. Less than seven kilometers if you go down the road. Well, if I was born in the d countryside, it wouldn't be a great distance, but I'm just saying mountains and the up-down is intense. I don't know if I was born in the country. Let's call it a hard journey.

I'm fine with ten kilometers if I'm on a flat road too, but the intense up-down journey uses a lot of strength.

Even with five tons of stuff, the body is resistant to blows and gravity, but not only is it fast, but it also has the strength of a ten-year-old body.

Probably because of my ability to live in my soul, but I don't think deeply because I don't get the right answers or anything. If you work out, you'll get faster and you'll gain strength. If you learn and train, you can learn magic and medicine, and you can host new powers. That's good, man.

Besides, power seems to be used.

The ability to freely manipulate a junction is no longer good if it's junctioned, right? It's so irregular.

Well, the range of ability use is creative there, although there are limits that say a radius of thirty meters. If it can be maintained permanently within range, it can also be erased in seconds. You can combine the junctions to create a power suit, and you can create a flying junction without a magical carpet.

"The junction is super convenient. No!

It was down the hill at a flying junction (surfboard type). Of course, I'm putting up a cover-up junction so they don't find out.

Down the road that leads to Mount Waterfall, you head out onto the street. Continue there for about two hundred meters to the baldarin side and you will see the road leading to the neighbouring village - the Zaccarat Pass - on your right.

Neighboring villages, in mountainous villages, where wheat is not caught, but iron is picked and flourishes as a forged village.

Blacksmiths are not swords or spears, but pots, knives, and sickles that make household goods and wholesale them to pedestrians (exclusively).

That said, a village in the mountains. A small village that is more de rural than ours and has only a third of the population. The road is bad because it's not a frequent commute, and the width is narrow enough for a carriage to finally pass through.

It's a lonely road I don't want to walk on my own, but my five-year-old is passing without any emotion. I'm afraid I'll be ten years old, so I can't tell.

Four goblins popped out of the bushes abruptly as he sang his nose for Magilawath about loneliness.

You really have a lot of goblins. We've already met.

"Well, it's hunting time anyway!