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

"Mr. Chicken, you're opening the door to the surface."

"Oh, please open it"

My morning is early.

The second fastest of these M.S.G. "Magical Schenker Group" hubs is the cook.

Because we have to deal with the people who come to borrow the slaves, but it's hard to be honest.

The allowance is huge because they entrust me with an important job, but I just dislike being surrounded by swollen Osama and the others every morning.

"The house next to the Tsuji pharmacy in the north! 2 light work!

"Then I'll let you go back to the time of the 4 bells."

"Please! This is money!

"It's a crack."

"Oops!

Everyone is fine and smells sweaty in the morning.

I'm getting used to it a lot, but I ate it at first.

"It's the dam guard of the florist, one transporter, if there's a child who came before, I'd like that child."

"You're Lars, you're fine. Let's go to the 4 bells."

"Thanks, silver coin 1 and copper coin 2 are fine, right?

"Yes, this is the cracker."

"Thank you very much"

These days, in addition to building sites and simple work, there has been an increase in the number of calls for help from ordinary shops and so on.

We're all happy about a good job, but unlike hard work, I sometimes complain, so this one feels complicated.

Well, I'm glad to think our organization is getting accepted into town, but the number of middle management positions is still low...

Will your husband also buy me another or two knowledge slaves that can be turned to education?

Or that chara again. I was wondering if you could give it to my brother.

There is also a purchasing department next to the reception desk.

This is usually where the slaves use it when they do a little shopping, but it's also open to vendors in the morning.

"Give me lunch."

"2 lunches over here"

"Here's five!

Popular are lunches made by the cooking squad led by Sealy and Hunt.

A disposable dish instead of a bursting mollusk leaf with proper dishes.

There are days of bread and stir-fry, and days of puffed potatoes and pasta.

I make it with ingredients that were cheap the day before that, so to be honest, it comes off sharply.

But cheap and beautifully cooked dishes make it steady and numbered every day.

What else is popular...

"I'm in the way! Even a big horse woman!

"Ah!? What did you just say to Mr. Pickles?

Whoa, it's a fight.

Hi. I hear there was a rub between the adventurer before we left and the guy in the building business.

A snake man and our pig puten started arguing at the entrance to a hub that was ruined by people.

"Then why don't you squeal out, boar woman?"

"That's enough, Petten."

"Mr. Pickles, please shut up! If you get licked in the head, everyone in my squad gets licked."

When the rough guys get together in the morning, that also wakes up the fight.

Nobody says anything about fighting, but when you're an adventurer and an average person, you get a lot of problems.

The power is too different to be sprinkled.

"Eat your teeth!

The puten tentacles of the weighty pig family were set on the cheeks of the serpent man as he wished, and he broke his knee and went in.

"Ah... teething... hih... no..."

"Next time you see Mr. Pickles' face, lean down and walk! Sancho!"

Well, if it's still about this (...), fine.

The problem is...

"Petten, I said no"

At the next moment, a disappointed physique puten flew on a cone in front of the counter, rolling many turns down the road in front of the base and stopping.

He's not getting up, but he's probably not dead.

With one pickle stakeout, even the real adventurer is this zama.

The man just now also looks at the pickle with a blue face.

The power of the adventurer who kept diving the training ground isn't half that much.

Adventurers are the main players in hole digging, which I've been sneaking around behind the base lately.

I'm already too inefficient to be a general slave to laugh at.

I knew they weren't the same people who usually wore armor and shook heavy spears.

The morning crowd is finally over, and when we send everyone out to work, we finally get a little break.

I buy expensive coffee from a coffee shop run by my neighbor and spend some time reading books.

Coffee in a coffee shop is expensive enough to use a percentage of the company or to think, 'Can I have this kind of luxury', but I can't stop.

Actually, I also know that the profit margin is low as far as coffee is concerned, so I feel like a bargain and drink extra...

I can't help it, it's bad that this coffee tastes good.

After lunch, everyone else starts construction.

They're off, but they want to work for the price. They go down to a hole for a couple of people, dig, dust and repeat.

When the Adventurers return, this is the one who wants to earn money again is going to do the rest.

I don't know about that and why, but Centaur pickles are so fast to dig horizontal holes, why not?

I use the money that came in this morning to educate candidates for middle management positions while watching the construction progress.

I can't believe I'm digging through the basement of town to the dungeon. If the town's autonomy club finds out, blah blah blah blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah,

"Today's first song is" Let's Take Off Your Clothes "from the opera" Naked Woman ""

"I'm coming. Chip, chip, chip, chip."

The voice of the musical team, from the coffee shop to the base, spreads light rhythms and low singing, chord-changing strings and bright trumpet sounds.

I can barely hear the construction in the building, but there are pulleys that pull up the dirt, so the willingness is playing music in the coffee shop and deceiving me.

I met your husband when he suddenly bought the instrument and said, "hey, I need to be naughty," but I guess that's good because it helps this way too.

The instrument is taught by someone with experience as an instructor, and the song is played with ease by the one I've learned in the liquor store or the one I've desperately listened to and learned in the back alley of the theater or something.

Customers will be happy with more new songs, because your buddies will be happy, or we're all looking for new songs to compete with these days.

But what do you care? Your husband, not your favorite slave, Sealy, is the one most familiar with music in our family.

Oh, my God. That guy's a famous playmadman in the neighborhood.

When you're with your alumni, they even sassy up a passage in the play, and you can naturally remember the opera song.

In the evening, slaves return from where they work and where they went to play.

Everyone in the work group generally gets a crack without a problem, but sometimes some kids come home leaning over entrusted with a job that's not for them.

In that case, the management candidate child and I are supposed to go and return the money.

Most people forgive me if I apologize properly.

Is it because all the people in this city are good people?

Or is it because we're taking the spear-pulled adventurer to the escort?

Well, either way.

If you give everyone a price and you're done paging, it's free time to have dinner.

The coffee shop is open until the sun goes down, so some kids practice with coffee shop instruments, and some have people who can read the letters read the book.

I'm up early, so go to bed early.

Good night, I'll see you tomorrow...