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

Finally, I have the money.

What kind of money?

It's money to buy our slaves' strongholds.

I just had my father Conne look for a property and bought a place on the site of a crushed pickle factory that was quite large at a discounted price.

Even so, I guess I earned about 10 years a year for the average person.

My dad invested a little extra.

Well, there were circumstances where I couldn't get a buyer because it's an obnoxious piece of land, and it's not like I live there.

Anyway, now we can finally get more people.

If so, that's the only way to go, right?

Yes, a slaver.

"It's been a while, you think you finally got a base? This Perseus, for today, has come scratching up defective slaves."

"Yeah, nice to meet you"

There were so many slaves in the slave unveiling room that they didn't break into the room that they were just passed through.

"Wow, you got it."

"Sawadi's slaves are selling their names, so when they spoke, they went around from place to place."

"Is that what happens?"

I bowed my head in a face that seemed fed up with the naiveté of the slave traders.

"Quick, but first. I'm Peena, 16, a former adventurer, with a crushed hip..."

"Oh, that's enough..."

"What is it?

"Explanation is good, because I'll just play it and buy it all"

"What!?

naive is letting his gaze come and go between me and Perseus with a surprised face.

With the budget and the place, I'll buy it all.

Monetization is on the lookout.

"Because Master Sawadi is right."

"Ha, ok......"

The slaves that came out after that were generally (...) fine, so I bought most (...).

I can't help but think that half my soul is being drained or that my life expectancy is being sucked up by dark magic.

And then there was the one with the half of his body frogged, but he didn't buy it because he didn't like to touch it.

It's creepy.

"You've become a big business"

"Didn't you collect it because you thought you could sell it?

"No, I didn't know it was this far"

"Have you lost your slave merchant Perseus?

"Yes. Seriously, Master Sawadi's growth is the speed of thunder. Instead of my first move, I am walking far into the future. My predecessors in heaven will be delighted."

"Come on, I'll ask you again."

"Ha ha, since the slaves will be delivered to the base"

"If you do, it's because I'll heal you today and go home."

"Yes, sir."

This is how I got my workforce, and I'm embarking on a new business.

Gather people cheaply and send them to work, moving forward.

I mean, that's a staffing assignment.

If we don't have all the heads, we don't have half the profit margin.

It's a new business for wolves, but there are some things we need to do before that.

Organizing old business, expanding.

He's a slave I bought, but, well, he's got a lot of different ones because of the numbers.

Needlework, clerk, accountant, craftsman, sailor.

These guys are normal.

It's not, it's the world of defective slaves with former adventurers and half-greys.

Bandit bandits are usually tied up, so you saved them from getting mixed up in slavery.

Well, anyway, the group of adventurers who welcomed a rough guy unsuitable for that kind of normal job dramatically grew in numbers.

So we divided the four men who had done the adventurers so far into three squads, where we were to put our men's adventurers on.

As the bulk manager, I created the Adventurer Clan.

By the way, at first I tried to turn it into a cold-blooded party, Clan Coldblood, but my father got NG in.

Why is M.S.G. "The Magical Schenker Group" good and the Cold Blooded Party bad, that's a culture gap.

Anyway, I decided to do something like a recital in front of everyone because of the separation.

"Slave Mench, head of Clan M. S. G." Magical Schenker Group "

"Ha!"

Slaves lined up all the way to the pickle factory site with a lot of sense of life.

Before that, I handed the scaly men's mensch a spirited, decorated sabel.

If anyone doesn't listen to me, this means "fuck off."

The menchi received at the upright immobilization rang Lynn...... and thought that she had pulled out the servel. She put the blade tip on her neck and offered me a handshake.

Huh?

I don't know...

In the meantime, when I received it, Mench knelt down, so I slapped him on both shoulders and then gave it back.

Is it an army ceremony?

"Slave loins, be vice president"

"Aye!

Hand this another spicy cutlass to the roast of the fishmongers who are turning their red hair upside down like a snake metal band.

It's cheaper than the one I gave Menchi, but I'll still have about five gold coins.

The loin I received pulled out of my sheath, again placing the blade against my neck and pointing my hand at me.

"Hit him in the head."

He taught me in a whisper.

I see.

I bashed Roth's head on my knees and gave him my sword back.

"Slave Pickles, shall be Squad Leaders. We shall also attach slave bongos to the auxiliary."

"Ha!"

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

These two are sets.

Pickles are young and Bongo can't talk.

I gave them a dagger with a sculpture.

We'll both pull it out and do the one that sticks it to our necks, but don't think it's a dagger.

Especially the Centaur pickle. Looks like it's going to be hard to get the human part down.

I slapped him on the head and returned the sword, just like I did earlier.

I get cheers and whistles from around me, but I'm not sure.

Well, if you're happy, okay.