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

"What no? A purple eight-legged horse? You can't have a horse like that!

"Really! He was pulling a divine string in South Town! Now he's full of tourists to see him at first sight!

"Ho, then we'll go see one too!

"Let's go, let's go! You shouldn't miss it!

Somehow the two young men take each other and run.

It's good to be young.

As you like, your body moves quickly.

Me and others, it's already getting heavy to my heart these days, and it can take days to do something.

Young is really good, property.

I came out today with plans to go see the sunny stage of a young lad I know, but I've been tired of it since before I got there.

I was lost, and I didn't feel like asking anybody, and I was on my way.

Whoa, if I was deceiving, I'd hit people.

Because it's a festival, a lot of people.

"Oops! I'm sorry, Grandpa."

"Oh, my God, I was fluttering. This one's bad, too."

It's good to be a good looking young man, because there are more young people who are short tempered these days.

I hear from trivial things that I glide with a dagger of nostalgia, sometimes.

"Hey Grandpa, are you okay?

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm confused"

"Are you tired of walking? Where are you going?"

"Oh here I am..."

Give the kid the handwritten invitation.

"Why, I'm going to see the Schenker family stage. I was just about to go, too, I'll take you."

"Oh, okay?

"Don't worry, we're on the same road."

It was really good to be a good young man.

Though the world is intelligent, there is still no humanity left.

"Who did Grandpa get the invitation?

"I used to come to take care of the garden for a kid named Lars. It's a part of the dialogue, so he asked me to come."

"Wow, that means you can have a dialogue. That's pretty smart."

"Oh, that's so cute. I'm fine, I'm polite at work."

I remember the day you slapped me on the shoulder.

You tried to make a dime, but they told me you couldn't take the money.

That's why this is how I came out wanting to at least watch the sunny stage......

"I'll take it from the stall clerk. She's the best, but she's the one behind it."

"The Schenkers seem to be doing a lot of work, they used to be a wholesale house for wheat."

"Oh, he seems to be good at regenerative magic while the three men bonk. They don't sell slaves, they buy slaves, they regenerate them, they put them on all sorts of jobs."

"Ho ho, do something like the Sacred Poor House"

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. All the slaves in Schenker laugh with pleasure."

"I see."

"Oh, here we go."

Various people are hissing in front of a tent as big as they look up.

Looks like the women in some cool matching blazer are organizing people's rows...

"This probably hasn't gotten an invitation. They've gotten together, too. Hey, sis!

When the young man spoke, a powerful scaly woman came with his hand.

He has a servel on his hips that he can tell is worth it at a glance, and he looks very strong.

"What?"

"We're both invitees."

"Let me see."

When she showed the invitation, the woman pointed to the short row next to the long lasting row as "there".

"If you want something to drink, buy it before you go in"

Next, she pointed to the stall standing by the tent, and the woman went back to organize the line.

"Grandpa, that's the" Charcoal Eraser "mentality, the head of the Schenker family's Adventurer Squad."

"There was an atmosphere."

"He's a real fierce man who survived a left-arm bite."

That's amazing, because even a large caravan has a reputation for destroying it by itself.

If you look closely, all the people in the big line are also adulterated.

I guess each of the strong faces of the standing blazers has its own anecdote.

"I'll buy this taco grill that came out recently. This is great for booze knobs. I don't know what an octopus is, but I don't even know my sister in the street."

"Ho ho, there's a lot going on these days"

When a woman in a stall clings to a spring in a round indentation with something like a pointed iron skewer ahead, she can magically do something round.

This is brilliant, but I'd prefer something more familiar.

Oh, there's a fried potato stall, that's fine. That's fine.

The two of us picked alcohol on one side of the dish and when we lined up, it was just time for admission.

Put a drink at the desk that was next to the entrance and show the guard the invitation, and go into the tent with the grumbling people.

As I sat from the beginning in my clothed seat on the crate, it seemed that a large line of people also came in from the outside.

They're going to do this play over and over again today, so maybe we can all see it.

I get unworthy and excited about the music that resonates from the other side of the stage.

"But" Nishimachi Plate Mansion, "I wonder what the stage is."

"I don't know much about it either, because a woman recently joined the Schenkers when she said she used to play the lead role in the Grand Theatre in Kubatoa. I think that's why I saw it so hard."

"Ho ho, Kubatoa's, I used to go see it with my wife. It was a great theater."

"What, Grandpa, surprisingly, did you make a lot of money back in the day? What a dream the theater is with our money..."

Poon! and the trumpet sounds, apparently it starts.

The young man next door also stops talking perfectly and looks forward.

Long time no see, let me entertain you too.

The story is quite novel.

Losing one set of ten painted plates was a mystery that we should all go to see because there is a mansion where ghosts in women who have been dropped and killed by wells for no reason.

So the ghost of a woman counts two plates at a time, and when she hears you mourn that there are no tenth plates, she dies?

A few notable young men gather to go, but Lars was among them.

You look unusual in your gorgeous costume.

"I'm so jealous... I'm so jealous..."

"Hey, I'm really out!

"I don't know what to do, let's run, let's run!

"Wait, wait, let's hear up to seven"

"Sesame seeds, Rokuma, Namai..."

"Not now! Let it go!

"Run!

The Lars are adorable running around the doozy on stage, but couldn't that red-haired starring woman handle it any more?

If you're more or less a fisherman, you don't die if you fall into a well.

"No, your liver's cold!

"My legs are cracking now"

"I was scared!

"Let's go again tomorrow, I'll take a friend."

"The haunted mansion, which has thus become a place for young people to enjoy, has become a very popular place, with stalls lined up by the end of a month."

When the host woman said so, a lot of people appeared from the stage sleeve.

The well props were driven to the side, and in the middle was placed the writing crack of the stall that came out of the sleeve.

It's pretty elaborate for a merchant's musical play.

Bright or gratuitous music is also good, you can glance all the way into the stage.

Now another threesome from the youngsters earlier came out in front of the stage and started talking.

"Oh, is this the plate mansion in West Town?"

"Is the famous well awkward?

"If it's Roth who smokes at the well end."

"Sister, is this your first time?

A stall guest speaks to a threesome who speaks in a chirp.

"People who see here have to buy something, and that's what they're promised to do with ghosts."

"That ghost, can you talk!?

"That's what babies talk about, ghosts talk about."

That makes sense.

"I wonder?

"Come here anyway, everything's delicious"

The discount began to explain the dish by pointing to the street sign.

Ha ha, Schenker is just the merchant's house, you mean I'll even do publicity in the play?

"This guy's a taco grill, sort of in a strange way, trout inside, crunchy outside."

That's the dish the young man next door bought.

The customer received the octopus grill from the black child who was holding back behind him, put the octopus grill caught on the skewer on top and let him try it.

"It's pretty easy to eat."

"Sounds delicious"

"What's in there?

"There's smoked meat in there, and the texture is great."

The discount, which gave the octopus roast to the black child, now received something like a wood dish.

"This stall is the Turquiiba specialty Peperoncino (...), you know. I use dried noodles from Chan and Schenker, so I guarantee the flavor."

"Smells good, is this tomato pepperoncino?

"Sounds delicious"

"I'll do this."

I've eaten Peperoncino before. I was hungry in the middle of the night and happened to have a street stall.

Simply boil the dough and sauce.

That was a pretty good one, and speaking of which, it was the Schenker family's idea dish.

The next thing Blackie brought, it's like a wheat ring.

The customer cheeks and laughs.

"And finally, Ichigo is this guy, a doughnut. Crisp outside, fluffy inside, and mellow sweet..."

"Sweet."

"Sounds delicious"

"Aren't you going to do fine?

The customer shook her finger in front of her face as the woman asked, pointing to the price for the writing.

What... you're invisible with old eyes.

"What a 5 dil each, the latest sweetness for this price, definitely a souvenir for my family"

Five grain copper coins, sugar is cheaper.

Shall I buy you a souvenir for your shitty grandmother?

That shitty grandmother used to like sweetness, too, something she was often forced to do.

Second, the laughter leaked.

I don't think I've laughed alone in a long time.

"Then I'm a Taco Grill"

"Oh, a doughnut!

"I'm in Peperoncino"

"Buy it! It's already starting, so make sure you're at the well!

The discount went off with the stall cleavage, and the well was placed again in the middle of the stage.

The red-haired ghost and Lars seemed to be talking about something, but when the three came, Lars peeled off.

"Is this your first time?

"Yeah, that's right."

"I'm grateful."

"I've been looking forward to it"

"I've had a lot of customers like that lately, and they've been coming here a lot for a long time."

"Heh, I knew it was popular"

"Wow."

"How many years have you been a ghost?

"Well, it's been 50 years... about 40 years."

"Wow, we're not even born yet."

"Hey."

Then there was the sound of chong-chong-chong-chong-chong-chung-chung-chung-chung-chung-chung-chung-chung-chung.

"It's time for you to step away."

"Looking forward to it."

"Wow, that's the first time I've seen it"

"Exciting"

Unlike earlier, red-haired ghosts count plates one at a time in a lot of ways.

"... Roku, hey, hey, hey, hey..."

The whole venue is watching over her.

"Cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo"

Whoa, he's gone too far, huh?

"Well, well, well, well, well, well, well."

How far are we going?

"Joo-hoo, Joo-hoo, Joo-hoo, Joo-hoo, Joo-hoo,"

I stopped counting.

"Nine more, right?

Someone on stage asked.

"I'm going to see you tomorrow, and I counted for tomorrow."

The whole venue boiled more and more to the ghost's lesser answer.

Is that kind of dude (...)?

I'm a little, crappy too, but I stuck laughing.

I wonder if Grandma had a good souvenir story.

Whoa, we need to make sure we don't forget the doughnuts.

I was reminded of that when I saw Lars waving his doughnut over here in one hand among the actors lined up in front of the stage.