I Got a Cheat and Moved to Another World, so I Want to Live as I Like

Have a late dinner at the street stall on the pleasure street. Stir-fried bacon and vegetables.

And I, while eating, remember my battle with the elves and think about the cause of my defeat.

(Not enough firepower)

That's what I analyzed.

I have a demon eye.

The Demon Eye is a powerful weapon that lets you know the status of your opponent.

Using it, you can easily see through the other person's weaknesses.

But this time, attacking a perceived weakness could not be defeated.

For one thing, because there wasn't enough firepower.

I stick my right hand in my pocket, modify my position, and check my own weapon.

(We'll have to work out. Work out and improve the quality of the blow)

Though I concluded so, I didn't know how to work out.

He's going to tell me, I don't even know.

All this won't even be possible with just the instructional light tour.

She is an excellent mentor. The mastery of the Devil's Eye was only possible with her guidance.

(But)

I think about touching a weapon over my pocket.

This is something she doesn't have. Even if I know how to handle it, I don't know how to work out.

And draw conclusions.

(I'll have to do something myself)

If you can't get a teacher, repeat the trial and error, but you have to cut yourself open.

If you don't know how to work out, you have to devise and knit yourself out.

It's like a new school, a club without a mentor yet.

We'll figure out our own way to practice.

And I took a seat and walked into a nearby intermediate whorehouse.

I nominated Big Tits at an intermediate whorehouse.

First, grooming, getting your big tits ready.

When you're ready, stand up and let your hands on the back of the couch.

I'm going around the back.

Put your hands on her hips.

And take a deep breath.

Close your eyes gently and look slightly up.

I offer my heartfelt thanks to the stone statue that gave me cheats, to this wonderful world and to her in front of me.

Then open your eyes, stare at the front, poke.

There's no weird philosophy, just straight. I can put all of my thoughts into that straight.

Carefully, poke gently.

Observe the color temperature and light circulation in detail and poke at the best place. Keep poking.

Rich things shake.

It's just rich, and its shaking involves recoil.

And I'll use that recoil to poke again.

The abundance that swung forward greatly returns like a pendulum, and its recoil pulls the whole body back towards me.

I'll timing it and poke.

Swung forward again as if escaping, abundance. But it always goes back like a pendulum and pulls my whole body back.

I timing perfectly and poke.

Paan! A loud noise echoes.

Repeat.

Paan! Paan! Paan! Paan! Paan! Paan!

The sound was constant rhythm and continued to sound.

I give the sofa's back a big tip to the big tits who look like a dried futon, along with a thank you.

(Pendulum beating, not bad)

It was the name of a workout I came up with.

In the lobby, when I saw the chick with the big tits, I came up with a seizure.

(Can't you use those stunning boobs to help you train?)

Such pure thoughts made me braid the pendulum punching method.

(But that's not enough. I want more workouts)

I'm going to the lobby.

To nominate the next big tit.

On the verge of changing days, I went back to my house.

Do potion making and wizarding for yourself, which is your daily job.

(Something, I think I've got it)

I groan contentedly and dive into bed.

I was feeling comfortably tired and quickly sank into the sea of sleep.

The next morning.

A refreshing morning.

The sound of herbal tree leaves rubbing against each other in the wind is pleasant.

Get out of bed and have breakfast with the bread you buy and the boiling coffee.

With one hand the mug where the hot air of coffee stands, head out to the garden and see the leaves of the herb tree in shavings.

By the way, when I put S-rank potion on the herb, it became a tree, so I named it Herbal Tree.

The emerald-colored translucent leaves look like leaves made of candy craftsmanship and are beautiful.

One with my left hand, I'll munch it.

Pinch the leaf pattern and as you watch, the leaves disappear from the surrounding area, dissolving in the air.

Eventually, the pinched leaf pattern disappeared as well.

(as if vaporized)

I was a little surprised, but when I woke up in the morning, the grass was turning into a tree, not as good as time.

If you think about it, this degree won't be enough to make a scene. Conversely, the end of the deciduous leaves is unnecessary, so much easier.

I decided not to care.

In the morning, I showed my face to the Merchant Guild.

To pay my dues as an F-rank merchant. As a result, E-rank and F-rank potions were also delivered slightly.

Something's more rushed than usual.

"Is something wrong?

I asked an old man with a strong face.

"Actually, we recently caught a man using ecstasy in a whorehouse."

"Ho."

"The ecstasy, although slightly effective as an ecstasy, was almost poisonous and inferior."

It must be about Jaanne's twint.

"Master Termano, who appraised the drug, said, 'How dare you use something like this against people! I'm very angry with you."

"Ugh."

"At Termano's request, the Merchant Alliance is fully cooperating, and we are now moving to find the manufacturer."

"I see."

Termano..., that mouth bend.

He seemed like a pretty high ranking pharmacist, and to a merchant guild, I guess, he's pretty influential.

"Naturally, the guards are moving too. You'll catch it soon."

"Still, some of them were terrible."

"Not at all. They are worse than just poisons, such as poisons with all the medicinal effects of feeling. We should do it thoroughly and root it out."

The old man seems outraged, too.

I'll have the rest of the money from the sale minus the dues put in my account.

And I thanked the old man and left the guild.

Leaving the guild, I head north from the square and turn east in front of the royal palace. There is the Royal School of Magic.

Several cylindrical towers combine in a tight roof gradient white Asia building. The slope of the roof of the tower is also as sharp as piercing the sky.

I just saw it from outside the gateway walls, but only the highest school, showing a quiet and intelligent hesitation.

I guess there are lots of greens on the property, I can see the trees by the way and hear the little birds chirping.

(Wow)

Overwhelmed by the atmosphere.

(Explosion Bottom Sister is a student here, isn't she?)

In addition to her overwhelming attraction as a woman, her academic ability to attend the highest schools. It's cheaper this way.

The reason I came here, by the way, is that your sister is passing by, so I just came to see you.

Of course, I'm not going in there, and you can let me in.

I look out at the gatepost.

Should I say granite, mighty stone, made of, beautiful object?

(It's a bit difficult to be vulnerable to heat, but you're good for these things)

I remembered a guest who was obsessed with your gemstone fireplace and rubbing it.

(Even if they say, 'You pay for it, make it anyway,' you'll definitely be in trouble later)

That's what I was about to think, and, uh, I reconsidered.

I've learned it since I got here. the importance of seeing things multifaceted.

(Maybe I wasn't willing to start putting the fire in. simply, maybe I just wanted it as a design)

If so, it is also understandable that he did not respond to the persuasion.

I don't want to do it in a dummy's fireplace, even without my hair to put it on fire. I want a real one well connected to the chimney. Maybe he was such a person.

I retired from a good company in a good position, I was an old man. There's no way I'm retarded.

(Think it was a persuasion of sight from above, wielding a preliminary knowledge)

Anyone can tell that granite is vulnerable to heat by doing a little research. At the time, I treated them as if they were expertise that even amateurs didn't understand, and tried to screw them down.

(Such a young man wields the knowledge that anyone knows and behaves like a fool. I also know they feel bad)

I think I failed. Now, I would have done better.

In the end, I was put down. I don't know what happened.

Watch the chapter (emblem) posted on the gatepost as you immerse yourself in a little sentiment.

(That?)

It's the same brooch your sister wore on her chest with a white cane crossed before the green leaves.

(Something resembles this green leaf, the leaf of a herbal tree.... I mean, it looks just like it)

I put my arms together and think about what this means.

Herbs, S-rank potions, herbal trees, the crest of the Royal School of Magic...

(Um, I don't know)

I didn't think of anything.

After I imagined the view my sister was studying, I went south to the mall to eat.

(My classmate is pathetic. If such sexy dynamites were nearby, you wouldn't get to study)

Remembering your sister's last dementia, I felt a little flustered.