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

Too much.

That's a horrible word.

A strong man with a strong focus on things would have said these words once or twice.

"You don't have to be this far...... (Dull)"

"You've done so much. (Sticks)"

"How much did it cost (anger)"

These dialogues, emitted with the cold gaze of the opposite sex, are only a heartfelt fear for a man.

I know I haven't been asked to do that myself, but I get overwhelmed.

This is the sad sex of a man.

"You don't have to do anything so far..."

"No, haha..."

The shiitake mushroom fields, separated by rope on the site to be built by the theatre, are lined with narrow areas and logs…

There were so many shiitake mushrooms growing from there that they filled the surface of the tree.

It's one property like a house to build, but if you distribute something like this, it's worse than fish.

Whatever. Shiitake mushrooms are pretty valuable bumps.

Regardless of the collapse of the market, it would undoubtedly buy resentment from the region of origin and the nobility there.

You can't sell a bunch of them anyway for a little while.

I'll take one from a nearby tree.

Thick and shapely, it will definitely taste good.

From where it was taken, the next bud is already in his face.

I don't care what you think, it's too strong magic on the fungus, because it exploded in no time.

I know I'll settle down one of these days...

In the meantime, do we open what we have to the slaves as leisure for shiitake mushroom hunting?

There's a fishing moat, and if you enjoy it as a pot or barbecue, it'll be enough for a fall getaway.

I was thinking about that, waving salt on the shiitake mushroom that I baked with Laura.

Thanksgiving, which I've been preparing for for a while here, it was sunny that day.

Shenker Avenue has been full of spectators and slaves since morning, and they've been showing a lot of buzz.

Me and Laura had a look at the school school school festival in the morning and had been coming over since after noon to see the bonsai of the Schenker family divider.

Bonsai, which takes place in the morning and evening, has already ended for the first time, and now the streets are easy to walk with a lot less people.

The stylish, gorgeous ladies who keep it coming and going cooling down the stall, and the men seem to enjoy themselves with some grooming floats.

For once, I tried wearing the legal covers we prepared for the Schenker-related people because of the bonsai dance today, but this also seems like a pretty good atmosphere.

The people involved can see at a glance, and seeing something Japanese like this makes me feel somewhat floated, too.

The blue fabric says' Schenker 'in red is a bit, I don't know...

Isn't that strange if you think it's a half-wrapped roommate too?

The reputation from our people was surprising, and the city people praised us for "gorgeous and nice".

There were reports that my brother downstairs left one behind, but well, that's about as big a deal as it gets.

It's a festival.

Don't, don't!

Kakakakakaka!

Don't, don't!

The drums are ringing all the way from the top of the center.

Around it, several people dressed in law gather to play on a wooden base with strings like banjos, trumpets, and two strings that look like a sticky drum.

There's still time before the bonsai starts, so I wonder if that's an aspirational offering.

I don't know everything, either.

Do you want to throw money in the box where it's kept for now?

"So do you in plays, but you like music."

"I like fun."

Shut up around you, so close your face to nature and look at each other and talk.

Laura, dressed in the Schenker family lawsuit with me, is in a good mood for a drink with a cigarette in one hand.

She doesn't hate being busy out there either.

"There's a lot of performers on the front line."

"Really?

"With the occasional pleasure. From officers to recruits, we all gathered to listen."

"Heh, I have more awesome performances to play today after this, so have fun"

The smile and snort returned.

I'm sure Laura would be surprised if the song and dance started because she hadn't seen the bonsai yet.

Pippy!

A whistle sounded nearby.

"It's sleazy!

"Stay! You bastard!"

Beyond the people-waves, I could see a small bearded man walking.

An adventurer group with a stabbing crotch tries to chase him, but the man seems quick and very unable to chase him.

Shadows from above make use of his handsome feet, scratching people and trying to run away.

Looking up, Bongo, the ancient ginseng adventurer of the house, was flying.

Soon a stoned captive was thrown at the end of the string, and the sleigh hit harder and fell down.

There the adventurers arrived, and the man was beaten and tied up by a bump.

Let's do it.

When I waved at the empty bongo, she noticed it, and she came close to me and told me to stand nearby.

"... ho... meh?

I didn't hear a whispering bongo in the hustle and bustle around me, but I guess he said something more or less like that.

I stroked her head over her back length at some point and handed her the price.

Satisfactorily chested, Bongo flies out of the crevices of the human waves to the sky again with his aid.

Security on these days is tough.

Should I plug it into the Adventurers later?

"You've never seen food before."

"In the meantime, the food we developed has spread. Shall we eat something?"

For the colorful goodwill placed on the standing stalls, the name of the food that has become the city's staple over the past few years lines up with the slack.

Meatballs, spaghetti, udon, grilled noodles, octopus, okonomiyaki, doughnuts, just a menu that didn't even exist until a few years ago.

Mostly you let them make it because I want it.

Each stall seems to be quite busy and business seems to be thriving.

"Give me 8 octopus roasts"

"Go! Oh, good luck to your husband! I'll make it in a minute!

The light-attitude cat tribe seems to be quite skillful, baking the octopus with a quick hand.

I'm not technically a takoyaki because I don't have any octopus in my torquiiba, but, well, I don't mind.

If the contents are smoked meat or winners, it should be delicious.

When the tip of the needle twists around, the tongue becomes pompous and ball-shaped.

I knew the takoyaki would look good, too.

"Hey, wait!

"Thanks"

I just put a freshly made octopus in my mouth.

but it was so hot in my mouth that Laura and the clerk laughed at me.

You can't help it!

If it's baked, it'll look delicious with 50% more!

Laura, who was watching me like that, eats a takoyaki after it cools down with hoohoohoo and lowers her eyeballs in a satisfying manner.

"This is quite delicious."

"Go! Thanks! Madam!"

"After all, this is where the wheat comes from, so I want to push the powder to its specialty."

"It's powdered too, I'd like to try something else"

"Yeah, shall we go? Thank you, Mr. Dinner!

"Go! Be careful!

We were dropped off by the Cat Clan kid and moved to the Okonomiyaki stall right next door.

"Welcome! Oh, my lord! Your wife's here too!

"One pork ball."

"Aye! Eggs on pigs! A clove of torquiiba roasted! What about the white sauce?

"Plenty."

"Yes, I got plenty!

Let's eat everything from this stall today.

Inspections. Inspections.

"Yes, out of the way! Out of the way!

"Clear this place!

"The instrument is coming through -!

Would it have been a few hours since we arrived?

The streets became noisy and the preparation for bonsai began as the sunset lit up the area.

The prepared lanterns will be lit with fire and will be brightened all around them at once.

The bands, singers and dancers who have been practicing for this day gather in front of them, and apparently take the general command. Gillen, the administrator, is giving a final greeting.

Bonsai is supposed to take place in the morning and evening, so customers who heard about their reputation in the morning gathered around them, and it was very crowded.

Doddle Doddle Doddle Doddle Doddle Doddle Doddle Doddle Doddle Doddle Doddle Doddle Doddle Doddle Doddle Doddle Doddle Doddle Doddle Doddle!

The audience that was obsessed with the drum rambling that all of a sudden started gets quiet all at once.

The singer's voice through the loudspeaker of the devil echoes in the street, and dancers in hentaiko shades of yukata dance together.

The messy performance of whistles and strings feels bright, lively and quite petite.

It feels good to want to dance.

"A. Wheat fields until the end of the earth

Father and mother where we met.

Yo, wheat ears are more than people

But why is my heart Jin?

Sole, the rumors of the sea don't matter.

of the sea plain gold you can see. That

Pull. Pull. Pull the wheat.

I'm here to pick you up, farmer. "

I can't even complain about the song I hear because it was almost a round throw at Hunt...

It feels kind of distracting, not poisonous or medicinal at all.

But well, I guess it was a good song to listen to with ease.

I pulled Laura's hand in confusion and climbed on the outside of the dance ring.

It's supposed to be an easy dance to dance to, like, just imitate around somehow, but the outer rings are all about the creepy dance stuff, including me.

Only the ones who seem to have been here all morning can subtly dance.

It's a country, and I don't usually have a chance to dance.

Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves quite smiling at the festive mood and booze cheer.

If you're enjoying yourself, can the shape be anything?

Afterwards, all sorts of headlines continued, including powdery monkey devouring headphones, Turkiiba Komachi headphones, caught in wheat fields and headphones, glowing stardust dragon knight headphones…

Soon the swollen circle of dance was naturally disintegrating and we all began to dance thoughtfully wherever we wanted.

And to the dancers in yukata, at some point each of them has a partner of a man, swinging with his hands around his waist to lean against each other.

The festival was originally a meeting place from time immemorial.

Why don't we make it a wedding party next year?

I think about that somehow, holding Laura's hand, which is turned to her hips.

Shaken by the sound of a drum that keeps ringing low and thick, the festival night goes on.

Even if the fire on the other streets goes out, the lanterns on Schenker Street don't.

The music was over, guys, there was no end to the foolishness...... yes.

Me and Laura went home in the right place.

We're all just too tough to hang out with.

I left only the liquor in my pocket for once, but next year we shall set a good time for the closing of the meeting.

After hours of hanging out with slaves dancing with pleasure, I made a firm vow to my heart that was all.