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

Knight, Old Lady (Old Lady) owned by Merchant Guild.

The habitual training as the pilot was completed in a few days.

Next, for the first time, the herbivore mechanic is holding a meeting with the guild leaders.

They decide which job they want me to do.

And I was told to rest, so I'm home this morning.

"I've shelved it before, but it's time to move."

Out into the garden forest, looking at the herbal trees, talking to yourself.

It's a response to the elves.

They don't like it, but stay out of it, that's all. Until recently, that's what I was thinking.

But things have changed dramatically.

Brainwashing to ponytail, by the elves.

There is no evidence, but first there is no doubt. That's what I see.

"Do what?

This is easy.

Retaliation.

Specifically, I'll crush their pride.

Voter consciousness and superiority are the kind of people who have become human. This is the best, it will work.

I don't do that kind of nasty thing about stopping the damage, putting all the evidence together and moving the country.

I did a terrible thing to a woman who works in a whorehouse. So I'll pay you back.

That's the only way I behave.

Think big, don't sleep at night and keep working. It's not that vessel, and I don't want to.

"How, crush your pride?

A little bothered.

It is no longer difficult to go alone and defeat an elf woman.

But for the first time in my family, I was given the title of "Gate Opener" by a man who knocked an elf woman to the top.

Even if he is defeated again by the title, his pride hurts so much.

"Normal visitors knock me down."

I like that.

A bunch of guys from a very normal people take me down.

To the people I've despised, they send me to heaven.

That would be humiliating.

That's what I think, my mouth is hanging.

"What am I supposed to do to do that?

This is a difficult question.

They're profound. Each person has a deep well.

It's extremely difficult to knock people out.

"Modify to finish when poured, like a savory"

I'll try to mouth the thoughts.

But I can't do this.

It's a big way of saying things like remodeling, but it's not really a big deal.

I just attacked him grittily and made him a habit.

I just imprinted the so-called "If I'm made to remember this, I'm going to lose it" until I'm in a pavlov state.

"If it can be poured into the back seat, it may be possible to make it a habit."

Unfortunately, this is also impossible.

People can only scatter in the hallway in front of them.

I walk around the garden woods.

The protection of Imosuke allows me to split the grass without hurting.

Grass, thin trees, etc. seem to distort the space and avoid it.

I can't think of a good idea, so I stop and observe the garden forest and change my mood.

"The planting minister has grown richer."

I think I'll make it.

It's not just flowers, fruits, and little trees anymore.

Mushrooms and even vegetables, growing.

I don't cook, so I'm not, but if you like cooking, you'll be thrilled.

"No, do you make about edamame"

Look at the deliciously grown soybeans.

If you salt boil this before it ripens, it's good.

By the way, soybeans are also a favorite of both elves.

"... ah!

So I got a flash.

Elf's favorite, elf beans.

There's nothing to focus on in the back seat. Joy can be gained, even on the doorstep all the way ahead.

What do you mean, nature always gives people wisdom?

I'm thankful to see the garden forest.

Two, I felt the gaze of Imoske and Dangolo.

By the way, I try to be as thought-provoking as I can in the house.

This is because when you think silently, the imosques worry.

"Oh, hey, I've been thinking a lot right now..."

That's what I say, while I see my family.

Without Imosuke, there would never have been soybeans. Dangolow is probably helping with care or something.

I got a flash because of what they did.

"But thanks to you, I got a good idea."

That's what I say and thank you.

Imosques, though not sure, are happy.

I'm glad it helped me.

It's important, my family.

Lunch plates bought before noon on the street in front of the house for an early lunch.

Likewise, the party goods I bought at the grocery store and the disguise is perfect. Well, just a hair color spray and a mustache.

Now I'm Romance Grey with a beard, Nice Middle.

By the way, the family is very popular with the tentacles.

The reason for the disguise was to coincide with the noon opening, "Elf's shop, Floy. 'Cause a nice elf will pick you up'.

I have a broken face.

Before leaving, give instructions to the families.

"Here is a Conditional Anomaly Recovery Drug (A)"

I take the green, strong, shiny potion out of the cloth bag and show it.

"Hit me today with or without me when I get home."

Brainwashing measures.

I'm going to the battlefield.

I'm confident I'll win. But there is absolutely nothing more than a battle. Measures to be taken in the event of defeat must also be prepared.

The scariest part is brainwashing. As long as I have life, in my case, the magic of injury and disease treatment, I can handle it.

"My will then, ignore it completely. Okay, that's an order."

The family replies, nervously but understanding.

"Okay, I'm coming. I'll pay you back for what you did."

There comes a strong wave of good luck in my words.

The sage of the forest, a species of imosques, was chased from the world tree by an elf for the reason of "eating leaves".

Dangolo, a dangoliath, was persecuted by the elves as well, on the grounds that he was "uncomfortable to see".

Both elves don't owe you anything, even if you owe them. Now it's time for you to pay me back with plenty of interest.

I closed the front door and headed downtown.

At the same time as the store opened, 'Elf's shop, Floy. A lovely elf greets you', through under a big sign and into the store.

"Welcome"

The same concierge says hello.

Looking around, some waitresses were there then.

For me, it's my first elf woman.

And at the depth of that well, he's the one who reminded me of the horror of the elves.

But it doesn't feel like paying attention to me.

(That's surprisingly calm)

I, as a people, am the first man to defeat an elf woman. No wonder it's marked.

I was prepared to see through the little disguise.

When I looked at the chicks, there was also a Sovereign. As always, the thick eyebrows are attractive.

She was the one I fought and defeated.

As it turns out, it's a disgrace to them to be the "first elf woman to be defeated by the people".

When I met him, he smiled nicely.

(What?

It helps not to make a scene, but if it's so unexpected, it makes me horrified that there might be something.

In the meantime, I nominated an elf other than Sovereign.

Go to reception and do the accounting.

It's cash today. To prevent the guild card from identifying you.

Concierge advances the work lightly.

I had a certain certainty about that.

(These guys, they don't remember me)

No, the fact that you don't remember is that there are pros and cons.

It would be the ultimate humiliation for an elf, such as the fact that he was supposed to give a title to a human race.

It wasn't, and it didn't feel like there was much discernment between the individual races.

Are you saying that humans can't distinguish animal individuals?

I feel it again.

To the Elves, people, etc., exist to that extent.

Burn a new fighting spirit, with the elf woman, into a private room upstairs.

Look at the elf woman in front of you.

As always, she's a tremendous beauty.

Thin, soft, blonde long straight.

Bright white skin.

Large, contoured, crisp eyes, nostrils through.

Long, thin limbs and high hips. Chest is the understatement, but that can't be a drawback. It's more of an advantage.

In the former world, if we were to look for something close, there would only be about a beautiful model of the three Baltic countries.

(This is poison)

I know exactly what it's like to get into and contribute.

Elves play pretty expensive.

Instead of contributing, there will also be those who will break themselves just by passing through.

(... we'll do it)

I put a drink in myself when I was about to get brainwashed myself, even though I wasn't doing anything.

And then my battle began.

I started cooking beans as I watched the Baltic beauty's light circulation and color temperature.

(What is this?)

I'll put my face on.

Elf edamame was the shelled walnut itself, if seen from the circulation and color temperature of light, although it is the edamame that looks like.

Extremely sturdy. Not as frightening as being trampled by a car.

I stroke and rub a hard walnut shell as I watch the light circulate.

In the circulation of light, no reaction is seen at all.

Carefully continue massaging, relying solely on your guts, to simmer carefully over low heat.

(This defense, even though she looks no different than a normal woman. That's the elf, should I say)

Even as I wipe the sweat off my forehead, my fingers won't stop.

Eventually, I saw the thread of the offense.

The Walnut Shell was a thin-skinned laminate of dozens of Edamame.

It must be a mechanism acquired as a species to withstand friction caused by the superlong strokes of both the long ones.

(Breaking a Walnut Shell, Hard)

I stare at edamame.

(However, if the shell is a thin-skinned laminate, it can be peeled off by simmering and softening)

That's all I have.

It's a difficult road, but the destination was indicated.

Don't get lost after that, just move on.

Then I kept, even, simmering.

To soften the edamame, which by dozens of thin skins has gained a shelled walnut-coated defense.

(Okay, one for starters,)

Where the fire has gone through somewhat, peel one thin skin.

Something's making a sweet voice, but I know how sensitive they are. Try me, it's a ridiculously stinky act.

Even to the extent that it touched my heel, I wouldn't feel it.

(another one)

Boil up the beans, peeling them off one at a time. I've already stripped twenty pieces, but, prospectively, I still have more than half left.

Baltic beauty says, "I like you so much," or something like that.

(I'm going to like you, not me. Soon)

Continue to work authentically while thinking so to your heart.

From around the number of stripped pieces exceeding fifty, just as Baltic beauty could no longer remain calm.

Every time I peel the puree and skin, I react.

The voice is no longer acting.

To an unprecedented event, Baltic beauty tries to escape, but never misses.

The elongated hands and feet make the joints easy to tighten.

Pluri, Pluri.

Strip away.

The skin gets thinner and thinner. Already, really, thin-skinned.

Prune.

And finally, the last skin peeled.

Proudly, I'm shaking that grown body.

I'll try to breathe.

The scream rises.

(Success)

Already, the edamame of the elf, stripped of all skin and exposed to fruit, began to react just by breath.

There's a smile on my face. Because authentic work has borne fruit.

(All right, all you have to do is imprint)

If we get this far, the rest of the process is very small.

Just keep stimulating until it becomes a habit and unforgettable. Until it becomes a conditional reflex, I'll engrave it in my soul.

(O Imosque, Dangolow, and many men deceived by elf women. I need your help!

I'm carrying their thoughts now.

(Let's go!

And I'll keep my mouth shut.

As you suck it out, when you include the edamame in your mouth, now roll it in your mouth with corn so you can taste the candy balls.

Baltic beauty resists hard and bangs my head, but I won't let go.

Conversely, increase the suction force each time.

If you rumble, increase your suction. You must have noticed the causality.

Baltic beauty eventually stopped resisting.

Corny, corny, corny.

I use my tongue plenty and keep rolling my candy balls.

If it's real candy, it fits when it's finally melting away.

But this is not real candy.

It melts, but it never goes away.

The scream keeps rising forever. It gets bigger and bigger. It is no longer the voice uttered by human-shaped organisms.

But I didn't stop rolling until Baltic Beauty's consciousness melted away.

(Done)

On the bed, literally a large Baltic beauty, stretches.

(Elf beans already boiled beans)

I look down at the Baltic beauty as she sits on the bed.

(The fire is perfectly through to the core and is simmering sweet and soft)

To the bean-colored boiled beans, I do my eyes.

(even air movement should feel sweet)

Breathe, breathe gently.

My consciousness is flying, but like a seared squid, I glanced.

(This would make it possible for customers to be welcomed from the depths of their hearts, even if they only enter the hallway from the front door)

If the customer moves around near the entrance, the vibration is transmitted to the boiled beans.

It's right next door. There is no escape from that vibration.

She'll be happy.

With that in mind, I crawl my hands on both Baltic beauty thighs.

(ho, this is)

Check the color temperature of the Baltic beauty and nod satisfactorily.

The back seat door is fully open. It's so open that it's not any more. The finish is shameless in the name of the "gateway opener".

But the thing I paid the most attention to was the front door.

The beans of the elves, sitting in its center, were blue and white and glowing.

(Excellent)

I narrow my eyes to the beauty of that light.

It's a gift from me. I want you to take care of Elf's long life and spend some time with him.

All right, check it out.

I will lead my King Jen to the front door of the Baltic beauty.

The fist of the monk Monk, the so-called virtual extended shell, is not used.

Make sure she's a normal size person and you're happy with her.

Grab both ankles and send the royal king Jen to the back of the front door.

Baltic beauty is a ravage.

Honestly, I'm just amazed at where all this power remained.

(Exactly, Elf)

I refresh my mind.

But to the point of rampage, the presence of King Jen compresses and rubs up the boiled beans.

(Dude, it's gonna boil down like this)

I laugh nasty with a bad face.

Stimulation for boiled beans calls for resistance from Baltic beauties who don't think about it later. And the stimulus given thereby calls for further resistance.

Literally, it's a vicious cycle.

Eventually, Baltic beauty, who also ran out of her last bottom line, stopped moving.

But her hallway repeatedly reacts autonomously, even without her own consciousness.

It's like even trying to wrap and melt King Jen.

(Don't be afraid, Elf)

I think again.

This is why the elves are not insulted. The moves that have been forged and handed down over the years are activated whether they are unconscious or not.

Even if you think you won, you can't stay alert until the end.

While I'm trying not to lose sight of my guard, I'll check out the Baltic Beauty in general terms.

(No problem. As you can imagine, no, it's more than that)

It's too short a stroke for both the deep, but now the stimulus it gives is amazing.

Analyzing at color temperatures, the elf woman would pass through the gates of heaven (Havensgate) lightly in a few strokes of the constant.

And even an elf woman with good moves is difficult to satisfy in a few degrees.

From now on, let go of consciousness and deal with them with autonomous reactions.

Even an unconscious move, an elf would be able to fully entertain the customer.

While commenting on that, I myself enjoyed plenty of Baltic beauty.

Then I leave her in my room and go down to the lobby, even though it was hours ago.

And nominated the next elf woman on the chick stand.

"I'm awed,... I still have some time left for you, okay?

Concierge is a look that some strange guests have.

I snort.

Then he makes the payment on the spot, takes the elf woman's hand, and heads to the room to hurry.

Another room, of course.

(... All right! Done)

I simmer fresh, lick a sweet simmer of elf beans and be satisfied.

The Baltic beauty took over an hour, but now, in 45 minutes, it could be done.

Leave the room and nominate a new elf woman again.

"... what did they do?

The look on the concierge's face is harsh.

You must have noticed the anomaly that happened to the Baltic beauty.

"What... what are you up to?"

I laugh in vain with a face that must be obvious.

Later, I shoved it off knowingly.

And also, start making sweet-boiled.

(All right, now half an hour)

Getting used to it makes me faster and faster.

It's a good trend.

I entered the store shortly after it opened because I was going to take them all down by the end of the day.

"Sorry, I can't take this any more"

When I tried to nominate the next elf woman, the concierge refused me.

It's within our expectations. I stir.

"Um, is that right? Again, in Elves, people seemed tough with each other."

of the concierge, the angle of the brow increases.

"I think that attitude is great, trying to work hard in the people's capital. But since the elves are weak in the first place, it would be better for you if they were commercialized with your peers."

It's polite, but what you're saying is, "Get out of your way and go back to the country."

With a gaze from above, arrogance that unilaterally cuts off. Besides, for what it's worth to be caring about the other person, it's not of a good nature.

It's the usual, elf thing.

Behind the face of the concierge, anger emotions spread.

Usually, "I can't even notice you're being fooled, you idiot," he would say, laughing in the shadows.

But now, it's a star.

"... it's easy for the Elves to act as your counterpart."

Even if he could insult me, he couldn't swallow the humiliation.

The concierge gave me the reply I wanted.

Thanks to this, I was able to continue to make sweet-boiled beans.

From the store side, I guess I got some instructions, the next elf woman was in a good mood.

I'm trying to figure out what I'm doing. At the same time, he was trying to jump the stimulus I gave him.

But I want you to think about it.

The elf woman now is a bean boiled in a pot.

No matter how hard the beans resist boiling in the water, they can't stand it.

Always, the fire will go through and it will soften.

When I created the sweet braised beans with what could be termed craftsmanship, I immediately went on to the next raw bean.

Concierge, who can't admit to losing, won't refuse my nomination.

(Surprisingly, you had a small number of people)

I just finished finishing up with the waitress, the last of the elf women in the store.

For a store of this size, there were only eight chicks and one waitress, a total of nine.

I guess the reason I could turn it around with this number of people was because it was easier for the people they were dealing with.

Playtime is like a break.

Guest opponents all day in a row, I guess.

(Because of this, do you want to taste it)

The first Baltic beauty unexpectedly, all I had to do was make it sweet and braised, I didn't taste it.

About the last one, you can taste it.

(Plus, waitresses have memories.)

The waitress is the one I started and fought and lost.

I was reminded by her of the fear of the elves.

That time, her arrogant grin reminds me.

(Let's get back at it)

Keep losing, I can't stay.

All of a sudden, I broke into the waitress.

And ramblingly, rubbing it up.

The more it's going to boil down, the rougher it is.

The waitress shakes his head violently, boyishly in a shortcut. I even have a mouth run.

But I ignore cancer, such resistance and favors.

Keep shaking at your own convenience without thinking about them at all.

Earlier, my body was filled with anger at the elves, and I gathered at the Umbilical Tanta.

Allow it to condense thoroughly over time and then purposefully erupt.

And I screamed out loud.

"Pregnant. Yeah!

I don't get pregnant because I have been treated magically.

But this beast feels great.

I was completely satisfied.

Now that I'm the Ebisu face of Dojo's beard, I'm headed for the exit lightly.

So I was stopped by a concierge with a devilish look on his face.

"May I ask your name?"

Pretty scary - powerful enough for a cold sweat to blow out.

I give the name of an elderly instructor at the Pilot's School.

The older instructor took care of a lot of things.

Not a problem at all, as much as conceding my accomplishments here.

Besides, you won't even notice me if you do this.

Older instructors and me, I mean.

Soon, get out early.

(All right! It's the last finish)

It's not over yet. There is still work to be done.

Head to a nearby, relatively large whorehouse.

By the way, Cornell is the only one who can even be my friend, but I have a few acquaintances.

All known in the lobby of the whorehouse.

I have a big say in them because my name sells as Doctor Slime.

And they all love to do things that make people happy, gentlemen, Gentlemen.

"Elves seem to love beans."

That's what I told them.

Seeing people rejoicing is above all the joy, such a good man and favorite, the gentlemen Gentlemen.

Some of them start acting immediately.

I'll run to the next whorehouse and tell the same story again.

Several gentlemen said, 'Elf's shop, Floy. A lovely elf greets you'.

(The gentlemen will soon find out that my story is true)

I fucking laugh.

That would be quick.

Rumors will call for rumors, and in the elf shop, a line of gentlemen will be made for boiled beans day after day.

(Painful)

The men I've always despised, people's, and extremely ordinary.

They can escort the stairs to heaven over and over again.

Their heavenly gates (Havensgate) remain open with bean power.

No, before that, heaven itself has its face in front of the gates of heaven (Havensgate).

When I was satisfied with the dark, cloudy delights, I headed to a nearby stall for dinner.

That night, after avenging the elves, I returned home in a good mood.

I'm home.

Open the front door and call out.

It's the usual habit.

And the moment I reached out to light the room, I was struck by some sort of raid.

"Gu!"

Take a blow to the forehead.

I was completely defenseless, I faint.

(Elves?)

Behind my brain, I see a face like a concierge demon.

Got hit,

Shit,

Why is this place,

Were you followed?

Such thoughts boil in unison.

From above, he was sprayed with luminous green liquid.

"Ugh..."

Open your thin eyes and look out into the dark room as you catch the pain.

I saw the relatives there and I understood everything.

"... you hung the potion, thank you"

The Imosques faithfully followed my instructions and threw potions at me when I got home. And every bottle.

Precisely, the potion was bounced off by a dangolo and hit me in the head before smashing the contents in the air.

(I totally forgot)

I think of myself as I hang the injury treatment (F).

Hey, I was floating too far.

(It hurt a lot, but I can't blame the Imosques for this)

Conversely, I would have to compliment you.

I praise my family.

And then he told them the story of punishing the elf.

Imosuke and the others were happy, I think.

This is how my long day ended.