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

"Stone out, mockingbird"

"Aye!

"Shh, be quiet, it's night. It's a private house up here."

We're digging holes.

I don't know what the hole is, but for your husband.

It's underground, but it's as bright as it is outside because it embeds your husband's glowing demons in the wall, and you can rest assured that the air is being sent from the mysterious cylinder.

As the mockingjay was loaded with stones, a support tree was carried from the entrance.

It's a tree to sandwich between the floor and the ceiling to reinforce the hole.

Our holes use this tree support luxuriously, so we don't seem to have to worry about the ceilings falling apart.

I'm talking about your husband fixing it with magic on a regular basis.

Mines crash and hundreds of people die every year.

Good thing they didn't sell to the mine ~.

"Well, there's water out there."

"Uh, again. Bury it. Bury it, we'll change direction. Get me Mr. Chicken right away."

I hear the water came out in the deepest part.

Oh, you did get a strong damp smell from the dirt you dig.

I'm not sure, but when you're digging the dirt, you get water and big rocks every once in a while.

I avoid digging like that, so gradually this hole gets gnarly.

They say we should get to where we eventually decided, but do we really get there at this rate?

Mr. Chicken says he hasn't even reached the outer edge of the city yet.

"This is north."

As I was fine-tuning it so that I could use the support tree I had been transported to, an Opika of the Goat Clan with the protection of the Bird God came with the director, Mr. Chicken.

I'm rewriting the map in consultation with the surveyor and three of us.

I thought the protection of the bird god just to know the direction would be useless outside the sea, but it would also be useful on land.

That's what a learned person can do for anything.

"Take a break, guys. Let's go."

Looks like Mr. Chicken gave me instructions to take a break.

Gillin, the head of the scene, declares so, and we all walk towards the resting place at the entrance together.

Walk through the hole that continues in a whisper.

"I knew with Large, things would go differently."

"Sasa but Hole Digging Celebrities"

"Yeah, that's not true."

I seem to have the protection of a dog god, but thanks to you, I dig holes fast enough to get everyone to call me a hole digger.

I can't believe you're a celebrity.

Really, I can't beat Mr. Pickles for drilling holes, but I'm a little happy.

My legs are bad and they sold me, but even I had a place where I could help out like this.

Snacks sometimes come out at the job of digging holes.

This is hard to insult.

It could be a prototype dish made by your husband, or food that was good to make but not a product.

There's a lot going on out there, but it's hard not to taste good.

"I'm not surprised I hate this lately."

"Me too ~"

"It's crisp and delicious, even if it stays the same."

Add the fried noodles, which are the most recent rations, to a bowl and pour in the hot water you have had brought down from the ground.

The chicken fat melts and smells good.

I'll hang up the hot water after a while.

Then I sprinkle another pot of sauce and I can already eat it.

You don't have to boil the noodles to make them soft, do you?

Sounds magical.

Because the wizard's husband made it, maybe it really is.

"Your husband said it was a failure, but it's more fragrant and delicious than a regular pepperoncino."

"I think so, too. The noodles are a little flavorful from the beginning, so if you add hot water to the cup, you can even add it to the soup."

"I wish I could sell this too, 'cause hot water alone doesn't season well.'"

"Oh."

"What a waste."

"I don't know what you think."

"That's right."

As we were rinsing Peperoncino, a coffee shop boy came down from the ground.

It's already night, so I wear it everyday, not that pretty uniform, but my hair and nails are polished completely differently.

Even in everyday wear, the kids at the coffee shop can tell at a glance.

It's admirable, isn't it?

Some kind of water to cleanse your skin? They're getting something like that, but if I put that on, I wonder if we can be like oh too.

I can't smell it. It smells sweet, and I'm just curious.

"Good day, everyone eats in excess of this shop"

"Oh, sweet bread."

"Yay ~"

"You're so lucky today."

Sometimes when I work underground, I get extra treats from the store.

Because the treats in the shop on the table are expensive and hard to handle, this seems to be useful to him.

Kun, is the sweet bread refined with tea today, this looks delicious.

There's still no sign of people coming from behind.

I guess I'll sleep all night if I eat this.

"You're in the right direction. Almost there. Good luck."

Mr. Chicken woke us up when we were sleeping upside down after we had dinner and climbed up.

Jeelyn has one big yawn and takes the shovel on her shoulder.

"It's almost time. You got it today."

"Right ~"

"Sweet bread was delicious, and it's a hit today"

"Huh, sleepy."

The job of digging holes is on time, so even if it's slow, we'll get a stipend.

Of course, I don't have any kids to take my hands off because if I don't take it seriously, I can relax for that amount of time with rocks and water and stuff.

I get snacks, I get extra treats, and it's a good job.

I wish this job would go on for a while now.

I don't know what you're digging for.