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

(It was a great store)

While I was heading home, I commented on Bonanza.

The time is not yet evening, but I was completely satisfied with my lunch earlier.

(So much for wanting to go through)

Shake your head and kick out the idea.

Delicious food is delicious because we eat it every once in a while. Let's do it when there's a reason.

(Let's eat at Bonanza on the day we deliver the D-rank potion)

As planned, Monday. It's not as empty as it gets intolerable, it's not as much as stuffing through. Yeah, not bad.

Plus, if you set a date to go, you can make an appointment. If you make an appointment, you may still have an option to enjoy things you don't know.

When I made that decision, my footsteps were light and I ran up the stairs to the third floor.

"I'm home, Imosque"

I'll go out to the garden and speak up.

Imoske, as always, was on a branch of a herbal tree.

"Whoa?"

Imosuke remained the same, but her feet were slightly different.

Little mushrooms, grass unlike herbs, were growing. To be sure, the planting phase is getting richer.

I almost stepped on a mushroom and was in a hurry.

Then something strange happened.

The mushrooms and the surrounding grass were crooked.

I felt like every space was deformed.

Turning aside his fearful legs, the distortion reverted. But the space is distorted again at the tip of the leg.

"Does this mean you don't have to hurt the grass, even if you step into the garden?

Imosuke is wacky. Is that correct?

"This is good, I'm free to walk around the garden"

That's what I say, I fall asleep at the root of a herbal tree. Mushrooms, mushrooms, and flowers distort from space to space and do not crumble.

All I feel on my back is the feel of soft grass.

From below, look up at the herb tree.

The light of the day through the translucent leaves dyes the surroundings an emerald color.

"Beautiful..."

There was fatigue in Bonanza, and I often enjoyed the mood.

After I woke up, I cleaned the laundry and kept a diary that I had skipped.

By the way, dinner, from the usual stalls, has been take-out.

After the meal, I took a bath, and then, with an earlier than usual eye, I made potions.

Imosuke looks at my potion making with interest.

No wonder they let every bottle, unchanging, and no-time emerge from the air.

Rank F, Rank E, Rank D and gradually higher ranked potions will be created.

Imoske sees it and seems happy.

Speaking of which, I've only ever shown Imosuke a Rank D potion.

That said, I will try to make an injury medication (C).

Imoske nails the light red potion in front of him.

The condition was interesting, and I made it to show it as a disease-medication (B) and a disease-recovery medicine (A).

Imoske is so excited to see the potions glowing blue and green. I'm so excited.

"Ah!"

I was so excited, I fell off a branch.

Catch where it's at stake.

"Are you hurt?

It seems... it's okay.

I was also going to make a Rank S potion to show it, but it looks like it would be better next time.

I'd be in trouble if I fell.

"Imosuke, the potion I just made, I'll do it to you, you can have it."

Listen to that, Imosuke is a big shag.

They give me instructions to sprinkle it over there, dilute it over here and hang it.

I felt dusty and sprinkled it like I was told.

On the way, I also wanted the F-rank potion, so I made a couple of them and sprinkled them the same way.

The next morning, I woke up and I turned the terrifying curtain a little and glanced at the garden.

Last time I sprinkled the potion flashly, nine strains of herbs became one herb tree and a meadow of herbs covering the entire garden.

Yesterday, I didn't use the rank S potion, but I sprinkled it more economically than last time.

"... it's a forest, this is"

From the gaps in the curtains, the glimpse of the garden landscape was indescribable, apart from what I would call a small forest.

The median herbal tree is about 3 m tall and stretches out large branches in an umbrella.

Its circumference leaves it as a grassland only at the outer edge of the garden, becoming a miscellaneous forest about 1 m high.

"Somehow, it's like a forest made of potted plants"

Both the herbal trees and the surrounding groves, at first glance, have a prestigious forest atmosphere, but the size of the leaves is just as normal.

So it feels unbalanced that there are big leaves on the form of the adult tree.

It's like a georama made from a collection of potted plants.

"Wow, you feel like you've become some kind of giant"

The protection of imosques? Or even if I step into the garden, I don't have to hurt the trees.

The trees that are about to be trampled or broken by me are gnarly distorted from space to space. And when I pass by, it goes back to normal.

"On a scale, yeah. A tenth of a dozen."

Then the herbal tree is 30 meters tall or quite a giant tree.

With that in mind, a voice rang from Imoske as he explored the woods made in the garden.

"Friend, call me, okay?

Have spiritual paths gotten fat too, and conversational things are starting to form. I wonder if I owe it to you to talk about it every day.

Still, my friend, huh? What the hell is it like?

"Before I call you, tell me what kind of guy you are"

According to Imoske, he's a nice guy with a straight personality.

He looks like he's putting together thick armor, and as a garden forest guard, he seems comfortable to be here.

"That means, imosque. You mean to tell me you don't just want me to come visit you, you want me to live here?

Imosuke nods.

Anything, recently, my friend has been persecuted by an elf in the Spirit Forest, making it difficult for him to live in his land.

If you don't mind.

I don't like elves either.

I was looking down the perimeter, and I was making fun of Imosque. Being a thousand acres of Cedar Plains in the Spirit Forest is not bad either.

"If that's the case, I don't mind. Well, I hope you like it here."

When I said that, Imosuke returned it to me, okay, I absolutely love it. Seems pretty confident. I guess it's a proud forest.

I ask Imosuke to put me in his hands, so I give him both hands.

Imosuke on the palm of his hand now asks me to bring him down near the ground.

Keeping his hands close to the ground, Imoske stopped moving, as if to concentrate.

After a few seconds, near the ground, a small disc of light appears.

And from inside, Imosuke's friend-like presence came out.

"... you're a dandruff."

The size, shape, whatever I saw, was the dandruff I knew.

Dangobees, after communicating with Imosuke, turned to me and gave in a bit.

The mental path is only connected to Imosuke, so you have no idea what you're trying to do.

Probably saying hello or something.

"Well, take your time"

When I said that, I put Imosuke on a branch near a dangoose.

"Friendly things, I wonder if they're beautiful"

Look at the two people talking to each other as they poke breakfast in the room.

You said persecution earlier, but it's about the elves, maybe even trying to get rid of the dandruff as an offensive pest.

They seem to value cuteness and beauty more than ecosystems, those guys.

(Whoa, is that the same for me? You can't talk about people.)

During the field supervision period, I remembered the complete elimination of the camadoma, even if there was no real harm.

(Well, as it turns out, God is invisible. I can't help liking it or not)

I misled myself properly and rinsed my tea.

Tea is a fruit made by Imosuke. In addition to the same quail as yesterday, figs have also been added.

The figure of a tree 1 m tall with a purple ripe normal size fig was deformed and very comic book tick.

By the way, they're both very good. Morning pickup, freshness, farmers flatter the freshness.

After breakfast, I read a book on pharmacy.

In order to pretend to be a pharmacist, I need minimal knowledge, so I recently started reading it.

The bookshelves are still ragged, but little by little, the books are starting to line up.

Even in this regard, it was worth the change from a lodging to a renting home.

As I read a lot, Imoske called me.

"What? Imosque."

Going out into the garden forest, the dangouts stopped by. I'm keeping my head down.

According to Imoske, I really liked it here, so I'd love to live there, he says.

"Oh, of course I don't mind. Nice to meet you."

I promise. More so, I intend to.

Then Imoske asked for a favor.

"Stone, I Want"

According to Imoske, there is not a single stone in this garden forest.

"Well, it's a field, and there's no stone."

That seems to be a big problem for dangouts, regardless of Imosuke.

"Uh, sure, 'cause you're gonna like it under the stone or something."

I recall Japanese dandruff. Moving the big stone, I feel it was full down there.

In view of its habits, it would not be calm without stones.

"Okay, I'll be ready in a minute."

I hook up my cape and go outside.

The gardening store I saw in the mall is the destination.

It may seem like a stone's throw, but it's not there.

That's just the king's capital, and all the roads are covered with cobblestones.

The unpaved land is about the garden of a man's house or a public flower bed.

No way, it's not like pulling a cobblestone stone and letting it peel without tools in the first place.

If you want to go outside the Wang Capital just to pick up the stones, and enough to line up again for admission, you should honestly buy them at the gardening store.

"Look, I bought you one."

I, the weak man, spent more money on a carriage than the stone bill, and brought a messy stone full of both hands.

Of course, it's too heavy to be transported to the roof at once, so I went back and forth a few times.

Dangobees seem to like this flat, turbulent stone, digging quickly, towards the ground under the stone.

"Imosque. What do you do with the dangoose bait?

It's almost noon, so I'm gonna ask before I go out.

According to Imoske, you eat deciduous leaves, dead grass, soil, etc.

When I point out that there will be no leaves falling in the herb tree, any tree other than the herb tree will have leaves falling out.

Anyway, the food doesn't need to be prepared anew, so I decided to go out with confidence.