Living in different worlds (no chanter) - The Yufuwa Talent Dispatch Life of the Regenerating Wizard

Late spring even feels a little hot at the earliest by passing through the warm waters.

I recently got caught in the hem of my jacket by my twins, who started to stand up, stuck at the front door.

"Ahhh!

Ugh!

"Hey, Noah, Lux. Dad's got work to do, so don't hang in there."

"That's right, let's leave a message with Baba."

The twins are staring at me with sparkling eyes, and they're snuffing at the hem of my jacket.

"I'm sorry, Dad, I'm going to work..."

It's great to be healthy... but I need to change my jacket.

Mion, give your husband a new jacket.

"Yes, sir."

When I took off my jacket, Laura lifted the twins with her coat wrapped around them.

These nasty babies will soon gain weight and it's getting tough for Laura to play two at once in my arms anyway.

I don't think I'm particularly weak, but it's wrong to compare ex-military and researchers with strength in the first place.

Especially in the past few weeks, breastfeeding has progressed, with three or four meals of breastfeeding every day, and twins have grown up as if they were scripts or saucers.

Speaking of growth, so was the ranch that was built in the basement the other day.

The chicken eggs that had been placed on the egg maker (incubator) began to hatch, and now the chicken hut is overflowing with yellow chicks.

After all, spring is a season in which both animals and humans thrive.

In the meantime, it is this woman who is experiencing tremendous growth as a practitioner, not as a matter of her body.

He was my first slave, chicken.

"I don't have enough baths."

Bath?

I return words like parrots to chickens who talk like that in front of the old MSG headquarters, which was dismantled for rebuilding and turned into a beautiful land.

Today, I came here magically to consolidate the foundations of this place, and now I have a break for her to talk to, and I was just leaving you.

"Baseball is very popular these days, isn't it? There were a lot of tourists coming for that....."

"Tourists? How did you do that?

This isn't Japan where you can go anywhere by train.

Civilians can't get on trains in this world, and it's very dangerous to go outside the city where the Beast is tremendous in the first place.

That's right, they're coming in a national carriage in the tunnel.

"You come in a carriage about once every three days. You know how many people there are?

"It's tough because someone comes aboard the coach and gets off in Torkhiba. It's a honeymoon, it's a silver wedding, it's a heartbroken trip, it's a roaming country, and the people who come in don't get out, so the public baths are crowded."

"Where's the inn?

"There are places where we run the inn, and people from other houses make change to stay, so... it's hard to take a bath."

"I don't care, I don't care about the bath."

I'm not a punching gavel.

Torquiba is already a semantically growing agricultural city, with no unnecessary land and low vacancy rates.

I can't help being told suddenly.

So I thought I'd increase it.

"More? How?

Chicken in a blue suit that cut through the sky pointed at one of the five-storey apartments and laughed invincibly.

"We will extend the existing public baths up the same way as this apartment."

"Nobody's selling me the public baths."

The city's public baths, which still have few baths at home, are a business that normally doesn't come out of red first.

Of course nobody wanted to let go, so I never bought a public bath while I was buying the land.

"Well, it's a little expensive... but I've heard from Paddle, the owner of Nakamachi's public baths, that I can sell it to the Schenkers."

"Really? Will you sell me a public bath!?

"The shop over there seems to have been greeted by Lieutenant Rose, and she was already old, and she was consulted that she was in trouble with inheritance because her only son left King's Landing."

"Oh, Rose, he really has a big face."

The chicken glanced up at the edge of the ivory hat he was wearing with his fingertips, bitterly laughing, "Because he's a good looking person, he's loved by many people."

When I looked up at the sky, I could see the clouds floating down and heading west.

Speaking of which, the sirens that announce the arrival of the super giant beast for a long time have not been heard much lately.

I'm sure that's because the Lose Adventurers are working hard in the dungeon.

"So it's a public bath, but it's also close to the baseball field, so I want you to think about entering from there and have a variety of functions besides the bath."

"Feature? What?

"For example, to get a haircut, to have a pressure surgeon stationed, to create a place where you can eat snacks...."

I see, you mean a super public bath.

"Super....? Is that it?"

Oh, can't you pass the super public bath?

I waved my hand with a bitter smile at the chicken with a crispy face.

"Well, anyway, it's going to be a charming place to crush a day, right?

"That's right. I'm thinking of using the bath itself at the same price as before, even if it's for neighbors."

"That's all right, the business of pooping is with the people of the city, and I have to make sure they don't tell me it was better before."

"Yes, of course."

But the bathhouse... finally everything is getting worse at home.

Well, my mother is an adventurer, so I wonder if the more baths I can use are organized at all.

Looking at the earthen dragon shrine, which the group of adventurers were keen to manage, I saw people laying rugs around the shrine and arranging products.

I didn't always care much, but I wonder if I could just leave the black market that opens up on its own.

"Where do you manage that blue sky market?

"Our Iska should be walking around the street every day. I don't do everything I like there, so I can't do business with anyone but myself."

"Hmm, I see. How's the place?

"I haven't taken anything in particular so far, should I take it?

Hmm.

I'm not saying I want change... but if we have an ass when something happens, I feel like I want to pool as much money as I want for it.

No, let's formally assign a keeper to the Dragon Temple and let him manage the black market directly.

With that in mind, I walked Prapla towards the Dragon Temple and somehow looked at the product.

Pickles, vintage clothing, razor blades, hollow nets, and wooden carved dolls like Laura and I have a completely free market atmosphere.

When I tried to turn my heel back and looked at it separately, I saw something golden that reflected sparkle and sunlight.

"What...?

When I somehow approached it, it was a golden watch polished by shine.

Why is there a clock in here?

Watches are not sold on the ground by mistake.

These things are incredibly expensive in a world without machine tools.

"Welcome..."? Master Sawadi!?

"Oh, don't worry."

"Heh, heh...."

I'm terrified of the big Scarecrow tribe. "Can I touch it? I said," Then I took it in my hand.

It doesn't seem to be a toy that mimics the shape of a heavy toy.

It is a simple brass pocket watch without carving, but the needle is moving properly.

I'll take out my watch and compare it, but the needle is moving at the same speed, and it looks like a proper clock.

"Where did you buy this? A gift?"

"No... he made it."

"This guy?"

The Scarecrow pointed at the boy sitting next to him.

"Is she a Schenker too?

"Yes, I work in a leather factory. He works in a sewing factory."

The boy is looking at me with worthy eyes for some reason, but does he care what kind of person he hires?

I put a palm with a watch in front of the boy and asked him some questions.

"How did you make this?

"I cut them out one by one and made them."

"Where did you learn how to make it?

"My parents were a watchmaker, so I gave it to my grandfather."

"How long did it take?

"It's been about six months since I got it from the tools....."

"Hmm... what do you think of chicken?

When I gave the watch to the chicken I was holding back, she pointed her lips at it from various angles.

"Well done, I think we should look into the slave's origins and background in a little more detail."

"Yeah."

I got a watch from her, and I turned to the boy and I said, "How much is this?" I heard.

"Five gold coins, master."

Not only does he look like he's backstabbing me, but it feels even better.

"Oh... hey Casio! The opponent is Sawadi....."

"It's okay."

I crouched to the ground and confronted the boy from the front, stopping the Scarecrow from killing the boy.

Five gold coins, roughly 500,000 yen in Japanese yen.

Even the watch I'm using costs roughly the same.

No carvings, no windshields, no idea how long it's going to last. Normally, no one pays five pieces of gold.

But I let him hold ten gold coins.

"Do you want to be born?

"Yes, master."

His eyes, which answered so, were burning with motivation and ambition.

Such a person polishes himself well with money and time.

This ten gold coins is, to say the least, a forward investment.

The golden technique is hard to come by, and even if he did twenty gold coins, he would be able to get it back.

"Ah, gold coins... hifimee... casio, how many?

"Ten."

"Um, Sawadi? There are a lot of them.

He handed the watch to the chicken behind him, grinning bitterly at the Scarecrow who counted the gold coins.

"What's your name?

Casio.

"Chicken, get Casio as a watchmaker."

"Yes, sir."

Chicken laughs as bitterly as I do, and the Scarecrow says, "I did it!" and hugged Casio with a loud voice.

"This guy can read letters and numbers... and draw maps and make tea..."

"Okay, okay."

Apparently, there is hope, and the future is promising.

But the bathhouse, the watchhouse... I wonder how many houses we really are...

Even though I was supposed to be dispatching people, sometime I became a hirer and became rotten in dealing with tourists.....

Speaking of sightseeing, if the 100-meter tall magic that I'm building is completed, it will become a sightseeing spot again, just like the baseball field.

There are still no skyscrapers in the world.

Even the main building of the Magic School, which is about 20 meters tall, and the five-story apartment, which is a little lower than that, stand out and stand out.

I don't think it's five times that tall, maybe even in King's Landing...

If tourists come to see it, will it be hard for us to stay in the inn again?

I don't know... I feel like I'm having a hard time...

From such a giant magic building dock, a large bubble rises and disappears.

I looked up (...) at the neck of the clock tower (100m) class Arakne sculptor under construction from the bridge hanging on the dock.

I suggested building until the second stage, which is just about the size of a shoulder coming out of a dock ten meters deep, and from behind, it looks like a giant is in the bath.

Well, it looks like you've put eight eyeballs on a full-face helmet of about six meters, so it looks like a monster that came out of the swamp from the front.

"But if you look at it again, it's incredibly big. I can't believe I still have to look up from my shoulders."

"This is still a little smaller than the city class that we make in production, because it seems that the military will eventually build a city on the back of the demon maker."

"Uh-huh, is it a moving city? I'm quite a ride drunk, I don't think I can live there."

Professor Marino from the magic lab and his assistant, I was moving my hand while trying to do that and making the final adjustment of the control pile that hit him.

The cause has not yet been clarified, but magic is made by human hands, but if you live long enough, you will gain yourself.

As expected, a demon of this size will destroy the city if it moves badly....

So even if you make a mistake, it is decided to operate as a magic constructor that moves with remote control by driving control piles down from the beginning so that the ego does not sprout.

"Well then... let's get started"

"Yes"

In Professor Marino's words, the work began, and I passed the ladder from the bridge to the shoulder of the demon maker.

I'll check your nerves.

Nervous check. All right.

Apply detection magic to the neck of the demon maker to determine the location of the nerve that is scheduled to bypass.

The arachne type, where the human upper body sits on top of the spider's body, is similar in structure to humans in its nerves and muscles.

I checked the motor nerves running from the demon brain to the dorsal side, marked the gap where the control pile was inserted, and then returned to the bridge.

No neurological abnormalities.

"Nothing abnormal. Okay."

"Incision to be made."

"Incision, good."

In the words of the professor's permission, two students who were juniors in the magic lab moved from the bridge to the shoulder of the magic lab with their arms around them.

One floats a giant iron plate of scalpels made for this purpose and approaches the neck of the demon maker.

The other makes the floating iron plate super vibrate and manipulates it with just two people, slowly and slowly putting a slit into the neck.

The neck is almost four meters thick, and Arakne is a battle magician, so it's hard to make salt plums with extra strength.

Of course, being robust is not strong enough to withstand attack magic, so this is a detour.

There's no point in cutting too much in and dropping your neck.

The use of magic can't be helped but divide the fields that are suitable and those that are not.

"Incision complete."

"Incision complete. All right. Control pile, insert"

The most important part is the job of the person in charge.

Professor Marino plunged the magically floating control pile into the neck slit as per the blueprint.

"Insertion complete"

Play magic.

Playback magic, good.

I'm slowly pouring regenerative magic into the surface of the devil's skin.

If all is healed at once, the control pile will pop out, so just close the edge of the wound and leave the rest to natural healing.

In such a state, normal creatures will die as they are, but then demons will not die like this.

I still don't know why I won't die.

Well, it hasn't been ten years since I created the Magic Crystal Replacement Long Life Magic, and no one knows if the Magic Magic has a death beyond its magic expiration and endurance limits.

Even though it has a structure similar to existing animals in the first place to acquire self, it is honestly doubtful whether there is a concept of life rather than healing in the artifact (creature) that moves only by magic.

We use all our desires without knowing what we don't know correctly.

Perhaps the time will come for mankind to take a painful backlash against this arrogance... but I hope it is not for me or my children.

I prayed to God I didn't really believe, looking at the black body fluids of gold particles flowing through the piercing scars of the control pile.