Genius Scammers Want an Easy Life After Reincarnation

Five days have passed since I was brought to the village of Seiran.

Though I have managed to live a long time, living here is a word of inconvenience.

I can't use magic tools first. It's the most preliminary and the biggest factor.

The absolute number of magic devices is also small because of the closed environment. But to be more precise, it would be better to say that magic equipment does not work.

Although I don't know how it works, some influence has prevented me from converting magic into magic. It feels the same as what happened in the dungeons of the royal castle.

It's hard to make the fires necessary to get the lights and warm, and you have to go all the way to the creek to get the water.

And there's a lack of seasoning.

Meals are modest, centered on vegetables and grains, and I'm a little familiar with the taste of the city.

I thought this was also the first few days, but I got tired of it quickly because there was no variation in the flavour.

and raised his face to a modest knock sound.

"... this is the penance hut?

A little different, but come on in.

Invite an elf woman with her face peered through a half-open door to sit on a chair in front of her.

Looking around, I poured water on her when she was restless.

It was as ruined as before. I want you to miss the thin dirt everywhere.

- The penance shed.

It was about three days ago that the poor hut that had been set up was called that.

Basically, because of the self-sufficiency environment, the non-eating stance of the unemployed was more pronounced than in urban areas.

I mean, you can't survive without working.

The quickest thing is to help people with fields and livestock, but I don't have the strength or guts to engage in physical labor.

That's where I started, the repentance hut and the fortune-telling hall.

It is just right to gain the trust of the villagers, and nature and information gather during the troubleshooting process.

It's better to talk than to ask. It's like the north wind and the sun.

"I mean..."

"Well, you're right to break up with a guy like that. Look, there's a thick line around the base of your left index finger and middle finger, right? This represents a strong will not to rule."

Grab the hand and gently trace the area.

"You are a fine independent woman. But sometimes I want to give someone a choice. That's why I want to build a happy family with men who share the same values and respect each other."

Right? When I tilted my neck, the elf woman opened her eyes.

"Wow... it's all right! I never told anyone!

"The palm of a hand carves a man's whole life. So if anyone sees it, they can read not just the past, but the future."

That way, women shine their eyes even more.

Fortune is a great entertainment for villagers who have no entertainment or excitement, and no new encounters.

It doesn't matter if it's an illusion of the Burnham effect.

"Tell me, Rosie. What about my future? Can you hang out with a nice man?

Recall the memories I've collected while laughing bitterly.

This woman - her name is definitely Millace.

The appearance of things whose actual age is unknown is in their early twenties, and the loose, waved blonde hair and sleepy eyes at the corner of their eyes create a gentle atmosphere.

And yesterday, as a customer, I visited another woman's lover.

It seems that a man who likes him is in favor, but Mirais doesn't pay attention to it because he feels he has made a little inquiry.

It is easy to introduce a true love. If you make that man aware of his destiny, they will always stick together.

But in this short conversation, we don't even know if it's compatible. A man doesn't even know who he is in the first place.

Well, I wonder what happened.

"... hmm"

"What do you think?

Millace grabbed my hand back and stepped forward and approached me.

Regardless of whether he is aiming for it or not, it is a composition that is likely to be misunderstood from the side.

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Together, they turned their gaze toward the window.

"Rosie, did you hear that?

"Woman screaming. Looks like it's not your fault."

Open the door of the dump and go out with Millace.

I heard screams as well, and many villagers looked in the direction where they heard voices with anxious faces.

"What's over there?

"Hmm, fields and houses... and a cemetery?"

Another cemetery. All right, let's go first. "

"Eh, hey, Rosie, are you serious!?

I glanced at Mirais in a hurry and walked out.

From the upset of the villagers, there is no doubt that something happened.

If so, a police autonomous organization should naturally come to the investigation.

If you are active there, it will be enough to gain credibility.

If we succeed, we may also be able to access confidential information.

"I heard a scream in the house, so it shouldn't be too far. Miss Millace is free to go."

"Even if you say it's not far away, Rosie is a child, right? I can't let her go alone...."

"Follow me."

Uh-huh.

Walk for a few minutes with Mirais.

I could somehow imagine what was going on ahead with the burning smell of my nose.

"Hey, hey, this is..."

"The big smoke hasn't gone up. Then it's not a fire."

"Well then, this smell... uhh"

Mirais moans while holding her mouth.

Behind the line of sight is a woman who enters the world.

Multiple buckets and puddles rolling on the ground.

And the body of the smell floating around.

"... that's why I wanted to refrain from such rare incidents. No, I'm not talking about baking."

I thought it wasn't a funny joke, but I exhaled.

There was a black mass of a former man on a tombstone - a burnt body.