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

I've been researching here lately, an invention that could rock the world, a demonic crystal shaped demon.

Named Infinite Demon Crystal.

I officially submitted the paper in the name of Sawadi Sleira, as I finished compiling the paper on the basic theory.

It's my first shot at research.

Even if the demon itself is short-lived and detuned in view of its impact on the public, no idea is spared.

Suggestions for the application to infrastructure such as magic lamps and magic water bottles used for street lamps, as well as a long-range operation plan for low-fuel demons for transmission such as imps, were included as much as possible.

No matter how great the technology itself is, it doesn't make sense if it's not required in the field.

Humans don't want to give money for things they don't quite understand.

In that regard, it's easy to make demons because they have deliverables.

If you show me the demonstrators you made and the examples of their use, it's one shot.

It's not such a good discipline to make money.

Professor Marino gave me a heartbeat, and now I feel like I had one shoulder load.

But in my case, school isn't the only place to make money.

If you care about it, you can use the Chamber of Commerce, the slaves, the connections to the Army and everything to make money.

When I think about it, I feel pretty tired that I always have a job when I get home, but let's not think about it there...

I'm just trying to make things easier later.

Yeah, I tell you to buy the hard work while you're young...

I would never like to struggle until I actually pay for it!

"Wang Du has contacted me asking me to accommodate Laura Laura again."

"Is that (...)..."

"Hey, aren't you happy to sell?

"Not that I'm not happy, but it's hard to make"

This is how they often enjoy conversation in the bedroom after coming home from school and eating dinner.

Talk about the lab, talk about business, talk about horses, talk about rice.

Wonder never ran out of talk between me and Mr. Laura.

As humans, they don't look alike, but I guess horses simply fit.

"Was it made with your fortified magic? That's what you come up with all the time."

"I don't know how to be creative, so I'm just trying to figure it out."

Yes, Laura Laura is a weird liquor I make super fortified yeast with fortified magic.

The taste is radically similar to Doctor O's, and has been cult popular in part since I put it out as a drawer for my wedding... Apparently.

It just takes a lot of work.

So I don't really want to sell it, but I can't spare much to keep Conne.

I think it's a sprinkler for catching big fish one day, and I'll have to do it with a thought stop.

Instead, I've heard rumors about all the inquiries from the King's Capital and the city's chambers of commerce.

This is your kind of merchant, why do you have to make money from other companies in the industry?

One of the good things about being strong like this is that it's good to be your species, although the only people you can fuck are civilians.

Super high concentrations of spirits that are being produced by demons in distilleries that have been in motion since this summer, as well as liqueurs based on them, are selling quite a bit.

Especially if the spirits were sold into the army for hygiene control, they would be sold on every flight on the Magic Train.

They say there's so much demand that my father tap dances with joy.

The presence of micro-organisms has been confirmed in the world once and for all, and knowledge of alcohol disinfection is about as much taught in schools, so I guess mass production mass exports of wheat at at its origin are attractive there.

But still, it's like a fart before Laura Laura's profit margin.

This is the only original drink made by a genuine wizard.

I take three bottles of gold at wholesale prices, so if I make one barrel, it's 500 pieces of gold.

Ma, I can't actually sell that much at once.

Still feels a little paralyzed by the sense of money.

It's no different than having trouble making it.

After all, the ideal is unearned, broadly shallow and wants to put people ahead.

"Speaking of which, how about impromptu noodles?

"Deep-fried noodles hey... they started exams in some parts of the army, but I don't know"

Relaxing on the couch, Laura tilts the glass as she strokes the little wing dragon torf on her lap.

Blurred by the indirect lighting by the magic light, her figure was a little demonic, and only her rugged eyes looked glistening.

Laura's cool, too, sounds like the boss on the bad side of some fucked up comics and cartoons.

Looks like she's wearing pin-heeled long boots.

Then I'll be the doctor who makes the Phantom...

Actually, you're making artificial monsters all over the place, so you're not going to be in style.

If there was a righteous protagonist in this world, he would have almost been defeated, that was dangerous.

"I had a pretty hard time developing impromptu noodles, but you got a little pricey"

"Oh, regular dried noodles are cheaper. But the dried noodles are sold to the military, right? In the meantime, my father-in-law sent me a thank-you note."

"That's right. Hmm, it's hard to fold the cost side, I guess I'll just sell it in powder sauce"

"Cos......? I don't know, but the fried noodles were pretty delicious, so I guess the top layer would buy them."

"No, no, no, no. I figured if you don't make a lot of stuff and sell it in bulk, it's not profitable."

"Hmm... you have a lot to think about. Look, Tolph, heal your busy husband."

As Mr. Laura grabbed up the yellow little flying dragon on her lap and pointed it towards me, Torf flew slowly as he slammed his little feathers.

Ignore the hands you spread out, and somehow he'll line up over my head.

Did they take the mount?

Or how cozy is my Heavenly Pa head?

Though demonic, animal behavior is unreadable.

That's the impromptu noodle we were talking about in the couple's bedroom last night, but that's actually a masterpiece that took about three years to develop.

Fried noodles so that they are well preserved and can be eaten simply by sprinkling more hot water.

It's easy to put it in words, but nothing was so difficult to make.

First of all, the noodles didn't taste good.

I did all sorts of things to refine into the ingredients and also try to add flavor to the oil to be fried, but it doesn't work very well.

That was some success, but it was too costly or too much process.

Hobby food would be nice, but it's a product.

We have to make it profitable as a business.

It's not a waste because all the failures fit in my stomach as a snack for the slaves, though.

Eventually, in the finished product, the seasoning would be carried out by entangling the powder sauce in a noodle chopped from the water, which would take the form of an instant baked noodle.

This is good because it's delicious, but I don't know...

"What, fried noodles? It's usually popular."

"Really?

"I also sell them in the purchasing department at headquarters, but my clients come in the morning and eat them often."

When I came to talk to the headquarters of the Magical Schenker Group about fried noodles, I could hear unexpected stories from our head chicken.

I heard you started selling it to the general public, but I didn't think the spread itself had progressed.

"And when Menchi does it, he likes fried noodles, and rumors are he has all sorts of condiments in his room for fried noodles."

"Heh, unexpected"

There's no Menchi, the leader of the clan, a strong Scale tribe.

Though I felt like I was stuck with boned meat that dripped blood in the image.

"He can't buy fried noodles for dinner. Explorer, I love new things, and I will definitely go and eat a new menu from the coffee shop."

"Phew."

It's so surprising.

I had a cool and unreliable image, but was it the kind of noisy for rice?

A demon-making puppy deposited in a chicken refreshes from riding on her knees and rubbing her head against her chest.

He's wearing a grey vest with a spicy embroidery that grows in blue fur and looks pretty cute to me.

Chicken herself is wearing indigo pants on a yellow summer sweater with golden edged Dade glasses.

Same way to dress, but are you saving up properly or something?

Still, how do you learn to do this in a world without fashion magazines?

Maybe there's something like a select shop.

"And then Bongo had recently elaborated on the dish, adding meat and vegetables to the fried noodles to make something that was cooked in an iron pan."

"Heh, there's no bongo"

That's roasted noodles!

I didn't expect a real roasted noodle to be reinvented from an instant roasted noodle...

It's a little complicated.

"I only want pickles to eat it, so I don't know what it tastes like, but I'm telling you it looked delicious."

"It is."

"Cane! Cane!

Suddenly people came in between wondering if the dog had started barking at the office door.

It's Roth, a red-haired fisherman and deputy head of the Magical Schenker Group.

"Oh, chicken, a receipt, please."

"Hey, knock on it."

"Oh, boy, did you need it?"

She will always call me a boy.

Well, it's nothing, it's a real boy.

On the shoulders of the red-haired fishmongers, the red-haired demon-making kitten is wrapped around like a collar roll.

It has a white collar wrapped around it and beautiful fur.

You look pretty cute over there, too.

"Have you eaten instant noodles?

"Fried noodles, I eat them sometimes at work. I just boil the water and soak it up, so I treasure the water and the pot so I can eat it."

"Is it going to sell to adventurers?

"Turkiiba adventurers don't go very far, and many don't camp in the first place. You might be able to sell it with a caravan."

Hmm, a caravan.

Looks like it's sold to workers, and depending on where they sell it, maybe they can still do the fried noodles.

It can take a while, so I'd like to at least collect just the development costs...

All right!

"Chicken, sell to the pedestrians"

"Okay, I'll tell the rep"

"Coon."

I flung back and put my legs together and gave instructions to the chicken as I stroked the puppy's throat.

Do I look like a big evil guy too...?

Do I only look like a dog lover middleman?

Even though summer is almost over, it's still hot.

The pool I made during this time seemed to flourish with the irregular slaves.

I made it as a leisure pool, so I only have water to my chest, even in the deepest part of the bowl.

Still seems to have drowned slaves out.

Luckily, he was quickly helped and just drank a little water, but that's dangerous.

This place is inland.

Most of the guys from these people don't know how to swim, so do they drown?

Something out of the army is trained for swimming, and there are river fish people in Natural Bone.

I don't know that the guy who can't swim will gradually learn how to swim from that guy, but I wonder if he also needs measures for now.

So there was something on the market like palm fruit floating in the water, so I stuffed it in the net and made something like a floating wheel and put it in the pool.

They pretty much all gladly used this.

You think the number of users of the pool jumped even though it was just a lot with the advent of the floating wheel?

I got better. I bundled bamboo and tried to make something like a small raft.

It's fun just floating on cool water.

It was hard to handle it without bumping my head in the beginning and getting hurt, but the tool itself was interesting.

Everyone got on top with great excitement, too, and they had a great reputation.

With the advent of the raft, people packed more potato washed pools.

Why is it all hearsay?

Because I haven't been to the crime scene.

You don't like it when a superior comes to the playground.

Well, a couple of people told me how they feel about the pool and thank you, so I'm happy with that.

I made it for myself originally.

Even my floating wheels and rafts are natural materials, so I don't think we can wait for next year, but we'll be sourcing and replacing the materials ourselves later.

It's hard to have the first idea like this.

And then if we let ourselves develop, that's fine...

Oh, my God, I hear the slaves had a fast-paced strange way to develop.

By the pool I visited over the weekend, something like a giant slide, made of bamboo and trees, sat down.

"I wonder what this is."

"Probably for gaining momentum in the pool and jumping in,"

"That's your slave, think weird"

Did anyone use this?

When I slip in a swimsuit like this, I think the friction hurts my ass in a bee.

I wonder what you're working on, did you use it while flushing even water?

I pushed the bamboo slide all the way, but I didn't even make a small swing.

Sturdy.

Seeing the finely crafted parts of the wood, the detailed work is polite and there are no gaps in the place where it was assembled.

You're doing a good job, let's hear who made it later.

Just now, you were looking for a craftsman who could do these fine jobs.