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

It's been about six months since the adventurer party I run became a two-person system.

When did you do it? I was 11, too.

Though the graduation of Magic Instruction School can be extended up to the age of 18, I can't even safely enter academia that I don't have enough entangled money to blah blah blah for a while once I graduate.

I'm worried.

There is absolutely nothing in the world, because it is possible that the snake that was twisted will strip his fangs.

It doesn't mean it's too soon to be rich.

Anyway, I've been eating for a year, and I need to earn some money with a change of heart.

That's why I took Pickles today and came to the long stinking slave trade house.

Exactly. No more pickles, no more fussing that I'm being sold.

"What kind of kid will be your companion," how easy it is.

By and large, selling the slaves I've got is such a bad idea.

You're putting a lot of money on a slave that's going to hurt his head because of his treatment, his living expenses, and then his education.

From what I can tell, education is the biggest investment for workers.

My basic policy is to train others.

Education…… investment……

Qualification courses made available at real cost......

Pay not going up if you take it......

Ugh, my head...

... okay, anyway, slaves never retire due to their physical convenience no matter how much they invest.

There are ILO places in this world, but they don't tease slaves.

This means that employees who grew up in a single education will literally work until they die.

One of these days, why don't you raise a slave to brainwork and send him somewhere?

Because adventurer slaves are easy, but they don't go up much, if you hit them, they're big...

"Dear Sawadi, the slaves are ready"

Whoa, shall we see slaves now?

"Well, let me show you."

When Perseus, the director of the trade hall, gives a magnificent tribute, naiveté lines up the defective slaves.

"It's Roth, 17, former adventurer, one arm and one eye missing"

A fish-man woman who seems to have turned her redhead upside down, her right arm is not on her shoulder, and her left eye sharply identifies this one.

"I'm a chicken, 14 years old, I was a naive former merchant, and the alchemist bought me first and said I don't have some guts."

She is a short torso, round-cut woman sitting in a chair, staring at her toes with a rough breath on her blue face.

Probably not that long.

"It's a filet, 16, former chore help, some bones bent and can't walk properly"

You're a sheep tribe like an old woman who doesn't look like a 16-year-old, with marked dark sorcery marks in the back of your eyes, this is impossible.

"I'm Mench, 18 years old, ex-conventional soldier, I have burns all over my body, I don't even have my left arm"

This guy's dying, too, burnt to death, and I don't know the race.

I guess this is what I've taken on a barter who thinks I can cure anything and buy decent slaves for cheap.

Well, look, I can buy cheap for that, too.

"I'll buy all but that sheep, so give me a discount."

"Are you sure you want the chicken too? It's critical..."

Slave traders are dying, too. You don't say 'what's critical' in front of yourself.

"School experiments. Then I've played back the spine I pulled out."

"It's... No, this Perseus, I'm afraid"

I ended up buying three slaves for about one-half of the contents of my wallet, so I'm a hockey.

Chicken and Menchi, unable to walk, were set to go home on the back of a Centaur pickle.

It's a huge increase, we'll continue to work out other people to earn Bishi Bashi ~!!