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

Slaves, slaves, slaves.

Every week and every week, Turkiiba has slaves sent in like mountains.

90% of them are defective slaves.

Yes, it's a slave for us.

Somehow, in other cities, they are becoming famous as cities where even defective slaves can work.

Are you nuts?

Take care of yourself in every city without lying around.

We can't live on the ground in time anymore, so we're digging a hole in the basement and living there.

Slaves make slave apartments on the ground for underground slaves to live in, with piercing work.

I was having such a muddy routine...

One day, I thought I was playing with my brother's kids.

"Do slaves make kids or something?".

My slaves are full of women in my hobby.

Workplace romance is unlikely.

Even romantic marriage is difficult in slaves as it is.

In the meantime, I'm the only one who gets married, makes kids, gets happy...

Isn't that resentful?

resentment.

That's the scariest word.

The director of the company in his previous life suddenly held his chest down one day and fell.

Myocardial infarction.

He took his life, but he never came back to work.

I said this to me when I went to deliver my personal belongings to the house.

"Look, don't get resented by people. You'll see your face when you die."

I clearly remember him looking bright blue, always kicking his desk in bright red.

It wasn't the family's face that came to mind when I died of overwork a few years later.

"What am I supposed to do?"

Ask yourself.

Well, we'll have to get him married and bring him a family.

Marriage.

It belongs to slaves, too.

I haven't heard much about it, but, well, there is.

Our parents' powdered slaves, for example, have families.

This is something I bought a bride for a slave on the anniversary of our parents' house or something.

Others usually have a home with the average person when they are knowledge slaves or technical slaves or something.

It's tricky to say a word with a slave, but it's very different depending on your position and your employer.

I took it seriously.

First there's the underground hole thing, so it's impossible to free the slaves.

You can buy a husband, but it sucks if you have a personality mismatch.

The divorce rate itself is not high in this world, but there are still divorces.

Then marriage to ordinary people would be a realistic sen.

In doing so, the position of the slaves becomes problematic.

You can't send slaves who become wives and mothers to earn money every day.

I didn't know the slaves I bought to earn money up front would bother me so much...

I guess I'm still not in the right position to use people against me.

A week from now, it's a beautiful, clear, sky-high autumn day.

On the site of the pickle factory, the home of the slaves, about a metre above the ground, I was making fun of the speech in front of the gathered slaves.

"Gentlemen, I usually appreciate your hard work. Soon I will be an adult and married"

A cheer comes from the slaves and a whistle blows.

It may be too casual, but this is what my relationship with slaves can be.

I'm in the business, too, and I don't want you to be scared of me for respecting me or anything.

"Just like my own life, I'm going to be responsible for your lives. You guys are going to have a family just like me and give me the right to be happy."

The slaves started blurring, but as soon as Mench slammed the floor with a spear stone poke with a dong, it would fit.

We're still talking, follow me.

"Unfortunately, we cannot completely free you from slavery, there are too many things we have to keep secret from our company. But I want to reward you with limited freedom and revised salary rules."

When I gave the signal, the first five slaves came up on your stand.

Centaur pickles.

Birdman Bongo.

Mench of the Scale Nation.

Fishman's loin.

People's chicken.

Pickles are big, so I just put my forefoot on the ladder, but, well, that would be nice.

"Anyone who has worked seriously in our company for three years shall henceforth be paid regular salaries for the same duties. Freedom of residence, freedom to work and freedom of marriage shall be allowed for anything else that is specifically desired"

The slaves said in a tiny little voice, "What do you mean?" "I don't know," he says, "but ask around the chicken for more information later.

"Pickles"

"Yes!"

"Bongo."

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

"Menchi"

"Ha!"

"Roth."

"Yes Yikes!

"Chicken"

"Yes."

"Make these five retired slaves"

I handed each of them a decommissioning medal.

I may not need anything like this, but, well, it's like a medal without a pension.

I worked hard. So that's an award.

Five people are crying at once.

Well, you know, I got five years of work done for super low wages that I don't even want to do.

That's okay.

Though I can't keep him away from Turkiiba.

From now on, live your life.

"Master, I want to remain in the Schenker family as an adventurer"

That's what Pickles says when he climbs onto your stand.

I feel the struts of your stand bend.

I clung to the pickle and overdid where I was about to hit more and fall.

What the sudden!

You're on the ground with me and your trunk's fucking crispy chicken!

"My husband... I feel the same way"

"If you're going to raise your salary, I'll let you serve me more."

Menchi and Roth also come closer.

Stop it! The balance on your stand!

I'm desperate to stick to Mench and Roth as well.

I heard some loud applause and cheer, but it's not the time!!

Get me off the platform ASAP!!

In the end, the five people who retired this day will continue their previous work...

At the upcoming discharge ceremony, it was me who decided to stop climbing the stand.