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

In the end, me and Laura's honeymoon started with me rolling into her house.

It's a big house near the school.

When I asked him about the rent, he said what a surprise cash purchase it was.

My year's earnings were about to pop up at a price that could fly.

After all, real rich people are on different scales.

I was really going to buy a new house, but I stopped asking for the price.

I can't buy a better home than here.

Horsehouse with ten horses in a parking lot where three four-person carriages can be parked.

The bathroom upstairs is made of marble with a view of the sky.

There's no artificial marble (terrazzo), so it's natural, natural.

By the way, I've been up all night doing research and stuff, so I said I'd split the room.

"I absolutely don't like that," Ms. Laura stopped with her cheeks swollen.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Well, we're in the same room.

Well?

Newlywed?

No, no, no, no, no.

When I opened the closet in my room, when I had half my pants in it, I fell back and almost cried because I was scared.

Just give me a break for my half pants outside already, I wish I could wear a room.

Anyway, I'm the one who started my honeymoon at such a mansion...

I went home a long time ago and saw something strange.

"Oh, okay, you're hungry"

……♡……♡

Back at my parents' house, I was talking to the superintendent about business.

That's how in front of me, the demon-making bicorn brought the demon crystal. It started to be naively sweet.

Rub your nose tip against your naive hips and bicorn around

Hmm? That's crazy.

Was there such a pattern of behavior?

Is that a mistake?

……♡……♡

"Oh, I'll do it now."

In polite words, Bicorn happily sprinkles his butt and brings it to a place where it's easy to open the hatch of the Demon Crystal Holder on his back.

It's like a big dog.

It represents joy in the movement throughout the body and is quite adorable.

No, but this...

Is that it?

No, okay...... you can't!!

This guy isn't sprouting himself!?

Demon-making is like a life-form, or disposable rocket.

It would be weird if the rocket had itself!

…………

……

I approach the bicorn, which I am glad to see replenished with demonic crystals, in horror.

A bicorn with a neck hanging, it's like he's alive.

"... All right, all right"

……♡

When I stroke my fearful head, Bicone pushes his head against my hand, even with his neck clenched.

This... looks like my self is really budding.

"How long has this guy been like this?

"From the beginning, right?

Don't lie to me!

That's what the warden, not interested in demonstrators, says, but when they made it, they shouldn't have been any different than normal demonstrators.

My naivety has made corrections to me that look suspicious.

"No, no, it's only recently that it's gotten sweeter this way. You're finally getting used to us, too. See?"

……♡

Bicorn rubs his body and answers, stroking his horns while being polite.

Oh, my God, why...

I made a lot of things, but none of these things were supposed to happen in other demons.

That kind of report hasn't come up from anywhere either...

No, this bicone is the first fuel exchange demon I've ever made.

Could...

You mean this demon's been growing for three years?

For once, there are parts of the brain that are equivalent to demonstrators.

Design ideas are different from machines that only work a single way in the first place, and demonstrators are a lot more complicated than machines.

It's not an impossible story, this is how you have a perverted bicone right in front of you.

... This needs to be verified.

I was beginning to plan a new study, watching the bicorn, which was so naively sweet as a dog.

"Boy, what's wrong with this big egg?

"Are you cooking these eggs today?

"That's a beautiful colored egg."

Magical Schenker Group headquarters a month later.

On the desk in front of me was a pair of red, blue, green eggs.

Before that, there are three of our retired slaves lined up.

It's a warrior loin from the redhead fishmonger clan, a green-haired eyeglass hunt who's good at cooking, and a chicken from an accountant who has no philosophy whatsoever.

"I want you to grow these eggs."

"Are you some kind of creature?

Hunt looks strange and eggs at his fingertips.

"Speaking of creatures, they're creatures, but this is a new species that lives by eating demonic crystals."

Roth crouches down with a slightly worried face and peeks in the eggs from the top down.

"Isn't that a dangerous creature, a new species?

"Don't worry, I made it"

She looked unnecessarily worried since she heard "I made it".

You're a rude one, don't worry, you don't have combat skills.

"Does this take a lot of work to raise?

"It won't take, I think I'll even hear you say it, maybe"

"That's fine, but in case you get your precious documents dirty..."

"Screw me."

"Oh, wow, I see..."

It seems the chicken is already concerned about living with the creatures inside.

Ma, I would do some yan (...), but generally there should be no problem.

Maybe, probably, I'm sure it is.

I put three demonic crystals on my desk.

A special underground demonic crystal, fully homogenized.

"Pick an egg and put a demonic crystal on the bottom"

"Uh, then I'm red"

Roth grabbed the egg and twirled it over his hand.

"I'm green"

Hunt holds a fearful egg and stares seriously with his eyes behind his glasses.

"Then I'll do the blue with the leftovers, shall we?"

The chicken held the eggs over like nothing and gently wiped the surface with the sleeves of the clothes.

And the three of them, at the same time, put demonic crystals in the bottom.

Moments, the eggs are crushed and scattered in pieces and the shells scattered on the floor.

In the hands of the retired slaves were each ridden an animal that came out of an egg.

From roast eggs, a red-haired kitten.

From Hunt's eggs, little green gorillas.

From chicken eggs, blue hairy puppies.

Yes, what I made was a prototype of a playmaker.

I used it to study my demonic self, and then thought that I could also commercialize it for the wealthy.

They all have more deformation than normal animals and have bigger heads.

This is the result of strengthening the part of the brain that is used for learning.

And you made sure you could do the Demonic Crystal Refill out of your mouth, too.

It's a pretty technical thing, but I don't know if I can tell them.

"Heh..."

"Osaru......"

"Is it a dog..."

I put a bunch of paper in front of them staring at the animals in my hand like I was impressed.

"Look, give me a weekly report on those guys. I'll give you an allowance."

"I don't mind if I give you an allowance, but you can leave it with someone while you're at work?

"Oh, I don't mind."

Roth says as he holds the back of a cat that squeezes without opening his eyes.

It feels like I don't know what to look like.

"Can we give you a name?

"Do as you please"

Hunt holds up Gorilla's little hand and looks a little happy.

Are you an animal lover?

"So you chose the three of us, not many retired slaves can write letters."

"Please, this is about my research at school."

"That's a serious responsibility."

The chicken held the blue puppy over her chest, shrugging her shoulders and saying so.

This fact may not even be known by Wang Du's lab yet.

It's time to sell or commercialize thanks.

By the way, we have the same loving playmaker at home for research.

The model of that animal, determined at Laura's request, is a small flying dragon.

Little flying dragons don't look the same as lizards.

I wish I had a big cat.

Ma, but I think this is also your wife's filial piety.