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

"Nice to meet you, from the Adventurer Guild (...). My name is Razley."

"Huh."

One day, our politely guided and awfully frigid man arrived.

"Master Sawadi Schenker, right? I'm asking about your fame."

"Huh."

White robes, generated shirts, besides thin dirt and fine bald shoes.

Yet he's cleaning up quite a bit of his body, and at this point I was somehow hitting on who this guy is.

"There are rumors of merciful Sawadi saving and rehabilitating defective slaves in town."

"Heh."

Mercy, huh?

"Actually, I belong (...) personally. I'm powerless in Holy Poverty Salvation Home and I don't have enough therapist hands. This is a sincere development, and the decline in security due to the decrease in the number of workers can even shake people's faith in God as it is."

"Huh."

Was it still religion?

That's also the least authoritative, in a way, people in my commercial enemy's sacred fucking poverty shelter in this town.

"As for Sawadi, I also wanted to know that he would love to participate in the activities of the wonderful Sacred Poor House..."

"You mean a job request?

I'll just ask for once.

He asked me for a job, and I didn't say I'd take it.

"I'm sorry, but the Sanctuary used to be pure poverty...... it's distressing, but doesn't that mean it's a reward?

"Sincerely, I believe in money in accordance with this country's guaranteed freedom of faith…"

In the real world of numerous gods, it is only suicidal acts such as monotheistic coercion.

You don't choose the people who come down.

God saves people sometimes, but money always saves people.

That's why I believe in money.

"Oh! That's too lonely of a thought! Will the money save you? Will gold warm you up? No, sincerity is..."

"I'm sorry, but I'm busy with this, too, you know?"

You've been dealing with a guy like this a long time.

I would have to mention it carefully.

"No, no, please wait. In other words, this world has a good god, Wekan..."

"Welcome home, sir."

I'm not going out with you.

In a way, the service beggars have their pride, but neither do these people in this hand.

All I have is unsupported complacency that I'm doing good.

"Ooh! What an unbearable attitude! Again..."

"What's up? Boy, who is this guy?

They were eating dinner in the back. A roast of fishmongers arrived.

"I thought you were an Adventurer Alliance employee, but it didn't seem like it. Welcome home."

"It's a misunderstanding! I..."

He said something, but I couldn't hear him because Roth grabbed his collar and dragged him away.

"I'm glad we got you in, 'cause maybe a couple of bones were broken. My husband's sweet, isn't he? Don't ever come back."

"Ma...... ahhh!!

Thank you very much. I've had a lot of help lately.

You mean Osama who tells me to cure my defect because I'm going to be a slave.

If you can cure yourself, I'll give you my daughter. How dare you, Osama?

Want to invest in a joint venture? What an Osama.

You're all Osama.

Hi. I hear the public misunderstands me as a bong bong who does charity on the road.

That's a funny story.

If this is curing defective slaves and then releasing them, I'm still letting them do their job.

The wrong impression seems to be walking alone.

I'm a bad adventurer from helpless citizens...

Our city is in a good location, and as an easy place to invest, it's pretty good...

I still earn about 50 gold coins a month.

This is obviously less if you look at it as a party where a raging bird dragon can be defeated in a pair of four, but a normal adventurer would spend it all from this income.

As a result, the rank of the Alliance is lowered without being able to repair the frightened weapon... what a pretty common joke.

In that regard, our party first deducts the reserve for the repair and replacement of weapons protective equipment from its income.

Deduct reserves for slave purchases.

Deduct equipment construction reserves.

Living expenses, minus miscellaneous expenses.

Draw two pennies of copper coins a day on the slaves.

Even if I pull that off, my profit for the month is 10 gold coins.

If you think it's a little over 30,000 yen a day, that's not the kind of money you make fools of yourself, is it?

Again, it's big that you don't have a salary and you don't need potion and other recovery supplies.

Low profit margin, but steadily making money.

Well, not yet compared to my parents' chamber of commerce.

What the fuck?

Though it's impudent?

It's political, isn't it?

Before I started my business, the allowance I got for nothing was one gold coin a month.

If you think about it, don't give 100,000 to a 10-year-old.

I was running out of them all.