Oh Great! I was Reincarnated as a Farmer (Unorthodox Farming, #1)

by Benjamin Kerei

Was this a different cat? This one didn’t seem like an asshole. A whisper from a voice too deep for its size filled my ear. “Do not reply and give me away. These fools believe I am a cat and we need it to stay that way. Collect your baggage and follow me out of the village. We need to talk in private before you open your foolish mouth and ruin anything further than you already have, you absolute imbecile.” Okay, same cat.

I liked Jeric. He was a good guy. I hadn’t realised that he was that good a good guy. He was the kind of guy who would hide a dead body for you or tell you your girlfriend had tried to sleep with him after he had turned her down.

“You said it wasn’t dangerous. Why is it now a menace?” “It petted me,” Salem said with a small growl.

No matter how annoying this was, it was still better than farming.

Let me tell you, putting your money on the counter and getting up to pour your own ale in a tavern is kind of great. It makes you feel like you belong, far more than it should.

Eventually, the bard walked in. How did I know she was the bard? Simple. I’d been in Blackwood long enough to know everyone by sight if not name, and no one in the village dressed like they were part of a mariachi band.

The problem with being smart is you are rarely wrong. However, when you are wrong, you can be so spectacularly wrong that people will look at you and think, God, what an idiot.

“It’s not a sex dungeon. It’s a safe room.” “Most proper sex dungeons are,” Ava countered. Her husband turned a slight shade of red.

“Do you get the feeling Ranic enjoys our arrangement a little bit too much?” Jeric chuckled. “You are everything that old man has ever looked for. If you sent him away now, he’d stab you like a crazed, jilted lover.” “You could have just said yes.” Jeric’s smiled. “I could have.”

“Are we like, best friends now?” “No.” “Oh, thank goodness. I didn’t want to have to fake that.”

“People don’t fit anywhere, Arnold. You aren’t building materials that are made to fit a perfect purpose. There is no place set aside where you perfectly slot into. No place which exists in adulthood, anyway. If you go around expecting to find that place, you will only find frustration and disappointment.” “So, if I can’t find where I fit in this world, what can I do?” “You get to know yourself, your skills, your limitations, your hopes and fears, you understand your shape and substance, and then make a place in the world that fits you.”

I would then race to the reservoir, keeping the giant close. It would be so enraged it wouldn’t realise what was going on until it started falling, at which point, I would turn to it and say something badass.” Jeric snorted. “What were you planning to say?” “Meep, Meep, motherfucker.”