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

"Whoa, it moves... it moves..."

In the courtyard of the house, the red-haired fisherman, Roth, was trying to move his right arm back a little bit.

Neither is the candlestick (...) that stretches from the eyelashes (...) of the fishmonger-specific neck to the tip, yet in the freshly regenerated right arm.

Freshly grown limbs are all kinds of underdeveloped.

That's a gutsy rehab that's important for defect treatment.

I'm going to Spartan because I can use healing magic.

"Phew... Phew... Phew..."

Next to it is a mentch of a former regular soldier who had his whole body burned, squatting with his freshly regenerated left arm hanging loose.

When I bought it, it was burnt and I had no idea, but this guy was scaly.

The Scales, with their short tails and stubborn candles covering their entire bodies (...), are very strong, as a species.

Strong in strength, strong in blows, resistant to slaughter, resistant to fire, resistant to poison, but vulnerable to cold.

And a little bit more head...

It's a bonus character treatment for magicians in war because they can't move because of vaporizing heat just by watering it and letting it wind down.

General opponents boast an unparalleled strength, a hell of a soldier.

He said that he had no memory of being burned by a fire dragon and discharged from honor after returning to his parents' house, but maybe he was sold off by his family.

That price was really worth it.

"Ugh... Guh..."

And I was now treating a chicken who told me the alchemist had removed his guts.

Chicken mouths are strictly worn like monkeys.

It hurts so much to regenerate your guts.

If you get violent with pain and cut off your tongue, there will be more treatment items.

I wish I could have used sleep magic or pain relieving magic...

I haven't learned that at school yet, I'm sorry.

Explore the body of lean chicken with detective magic.

There are too many demons, kidneys, lungs, liver, gall bladder, pancreas, and removed organs.

It feels like I've adjusted to be able to live a critical few weeks, the guy I treated is pretty good at it.

Activate (buff) the entire body of the chicken while allowing it to regenerate from the digestive system.

Chicken in pain, but a bed of bracketed oak is not scary.

The Centaur pickle is gripping his hand worryingly and stroking his head to do it, but maybe he's no longer conscious.

Eventually, the day ended with renal and liver regeneration.

Let's have dinner for a second, put some meat on it, and then we'll re-challenge.

Really, it's easy to break, but it's hard to cure.

Three weeks later, there is a safe and complete resurrection......

He was gutted with the help of the head of our parents' house, and there was a chicken in tears.

"Your boy's daoism has finally helped your home. I can do the math, I'm used to the merchants. There's no such thing as cheap (...) slavery. I'll put a budget on it, so buy me another couple."

"Don't be impotent, you've used too much regenerative magic and it's already a tatter. Besides, I'm only lending him that. Let me do the accounting for my business, so you can give it back to me when you get your bookkeeping."

"Promise me you'll be able to borrow it during the busy season, remember. Don't let me go on an adventure and die by mistake."

I had to snort reluctantly, being included in the handsome head of pointy, loathsome golden edge glasses on both ends.

This slave named Chicken, when it comes to hitting, was subtly underpowered as an instant force.

It was sold in the middle of a tradesman's training, so it was inexplicably useless, both intellectually and powerfully.

For that reason, I decided to do OJT with the help of my parents' work... but the head seems to have liked chicken besides things.

Do it since you were a nostril boy. It's confectionery money, play money. I can't even complain because I'm the boss who takes care of the money.

During the busy season, I was summed up talking about lending it to the store.

Well, I owe you one, even in relation to the store's boss.

It's not me who works hard on that, it's the chicken.

And what about the other slaves in the chicken...

"Again, 50 spear swings down, ready!

"Oh!? I can't lift my arms any more!

"Don't worry! Your husband will heal you when you stop coming up!

"Boy, don't rely on unscrupulous training!

"....................................................................."

"Bongo, are you okay ~?

I was in the middle of an army ceremonial training, by a former regular soldier, the Scale Men.

The fully resurrected Menchi first beat up the roast of the fishmongers involved like a chimp and tapped into the upward and downward relationship.

And for some reason, he voluntarily started training for spear shaking by declaring that "training is essential in life".

As for our slaves, the Centaur pickle and the Birdman Bongo are more ancient stocks, but these two are moderates, so I honestly followed my mentions "if I could be strong".

Roth ate again and was thrown away and stuffy.

Then the slaves found time to continue their training until their bodies really broke down.

Hell even watching from the side...

It's like a black corporate livestock warrior came into the white company and took real power...

I've seen that training, and the chicken says, "I'll do my best with any help! Stop throwing me into that hell!" and I became more and more into my work.

The training was forbidden on the day off because it was just distressing, and the training itself was limited to once every three days.

From Roth, I was seen with more respect than I had when I did it with my arms...

Is it okay for me to get a liking for this...

Well, it's not damaged, okay?