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

I like winter, both in my previous life and in this world.

I like warm food, I like warm drinks too.

I like warm rooms, but I also like convenience stores that go in the cold.

Clear skies, dry air, that feeling of being missed and soggy, and lots of events are also why I like them.

And that kind of winter, the news jumped into my house that I was going to like more.

It's Laura's pregnancy.

"Laura, you have to wear as much as you need to during ventilation."

"Enough is enough. The room is warm with a little wind, and you'll sweat the other way around."

"Really?

"I was originally hot, I'm strong, I'm fine."

"Hmmm...... oh, is there anything you want to eat or something?

"Come on, you're not even getting any bigger. I'm glad you're baking my care, but I can do anything myself. Don't worry too much."

She says so sitting in an euthanasia chair in front of the fireplace, but I know how scary it is in the first trimester.

I saw it in a drama from my last life.

She was also given that explanation during her third trimester of pregnancy and promised to have her off work at least during the winter.

If you slip and fall, you'll be stunned.

"Sir, it's not like a man can blame you for that."

"But, Myon,"

"Births are still ahead of us, Your Highness, so don't do your job."

Gin, when you say that with a sharp eye, you feel calm as soon as possible.

That's right, Grandma Mion that Laura helped even when she was born, Pierce is different.

I would have looked better if I hadn't had a torf on my head.

Torf is trying to wrap his cock around his grandmother's head, stretching and folding his feathers.

He's a pretty leisurely guy, but it'd be tough if he got involved with visitors at this rate too...

When people come, we'll decide to keep them locked up in some room.

"How's your father?

"You're still reluctant, let's persuade the temperament"

"Right..."

The name of the aristocratic child seems irrelevant and proper.

It's called uncultivated manners.

The first child is often determined by the parents whose titles are higher.

If we are, I'm a former civilian, so I'm going to be Laura's parents, but she's being forgiven, so it turns out she's going to be our parent.

And the father is reluctant to name it.

I'm afraid because I'm a civilian. In short, I'm still freaking out about Mr. Laura.

Well, the birth is still ahead of us.

We have time, let's take our time to convince him.

I stroke Laura's tummy, which is still the same size, and close the windows with a ton of cold wind.

From the dry wind, it smelled like winter indeed.

Just because things are going well in the home doesn't mean things are going well to those at work.

I've had a lot going on here lately.

First of all, I gently raised a report about my parents' powder-ground bicorn demon self, and asked the demon's deployment destination for their opinion.

This came back with dramatic reactions from all over.

'My squad's demon-making Feilong reacts when they call me by name recently, but you remembered me properly!

'I hate it when demon-making unicorns are touched by men, is this still weird?

"The demon golden wolf dives into my bed every night and my boss is jealous"

"The demon gorilla is in trouble with the girls at the drinker. Everyone is in trouble with the hottie, do something about it"

Various other information came up.

Quite a few of us didn't even care if we thought "that's what it is" even when we sprout ourselves on demonstrators.

I don't know, from me, I think being self in an artifact is awesome, but is it something that doesn't surprise you?

Is it AI singularity or is it just looking more serious because there was a lot of noise in my last life?

Well, worst of all, don't stop if you don't do the demon crystal.

The bigger problem than that is that individuals have shown understanding of their names even in places about a year after placing the demonstrators.

The self-three-year hypothesis of powdered ground bicorns has collapsed.

This matter still needs to be investigated and studied.

Again, the demon is deep...

Next, I'm talking about the infinite demon crystal, a demon crystal shaped demon that takes in magic vegetables on its own, which I submitted a paper the other day.

The King's capital eats heavily, and experiments seem to have been carried out quickly with various objects as the new energy of dreams.

They teamed me up to experiment with it, putting it in a magic light, putting it in a demon maker, putting it in a magic water bottle.

We're mostly experimenting there to get the information up...

Well, the response I got back was "no use at this stage, it was improved".

You're simply underpowered.

The magic light just glows brightly, the magic maker doesn't move, and the magic water bottle is about a glass of water a day.

If the cost of a magic fixture today is as subtle as relying on such subtle energy, it is better to rely on the magic crystals of natural products, even if there is unevenness in procurement.

My job now is to increase the output without resizing this infinite demonic crystal.

Fortunately, there's a subsidy out there, and I'm going to take it easy on this one.

After work and walking away from school for a while, a doggie clan with only about half my back length ran closer.

"Good luck, master!

"Oh, and thank you, Rafi."

Give her the leather bag she was raising, shaking her small tail cheerfully.

She's my handbag and escort.

It wasn't until Laura left school that someone from the Adventurers group was supposed to come along on a daily basis.

Turkiiba is peaceful, but it will not be compromised in preparation.

Besides, there's a lot of inconvenience when nobles walk alone.

"I'll stop by headquarters."

"Okay!

Gladys, carried like a great sword on her back as she walks forward, swaying all over her brown tail.

Is it true that rumors came down slowly after running up the body of a rampaging bird dragon by himself and judging his throat with that sword?

I'm pretty sure it's strong because the chicken said, "I'll at least attach to my bag what I took part in the Raging Birddragon Crusade".

"What's up?

You felt your gaze, Rafi turned around and asked.

"No, it looks like you don't know how strong people are."

"I'll do what you say. The wizard seems to be the best person who doesn't know strength by appearance."

That's right.

I enjoyed my journey to the Magical Schenker Group headquarters, walking slowly and listening to the little brave warriors.

I cleaned up the paperwork while I was stuck in the jiff of the demon dog I left in the chicken, and I was coming off Schenker Avenue in front of HQ.

Something tells me that a cheap restaurant for our employees and entrants and exits recently opened, and the chicken told me to show my face once.

The place I've been told is a poor phase bungalow with no signs or anything on it, and the chimney is full of white smoke.

They're making it like this so that less knowledgeable customers don't come in because the profits are thin, at first glance. Is it a declining system?

When I opened the door, the slaves sat stuffed in the store that looked even cloudy with boiled heat.

"Ah, my lord!

"What!? Damn!"

"Yabe!

"liquor concealed liquor"

I can just see it.

You know, worrying about booze means skipping out, or something you have to tell me to find out...

"Here, pack it, pack it, sasa, your husband! This way please!"

The shopkeeper's werewolves make him pack more of the slaves he'd been packing and sitting on from the beginning, and he smiles and invites me.

Who was that guy, Pula, Tommi, and you were among the guys that the cook numbers Sealy and Hunt used to disciple.

"Rafi, take the bag today. Have you dragged your husband's bag to the ground?

"I'm not dragging you! It's none of Pula's business!

Was it Pula?

And the bags used to draw lines to the ground sometimes, that's fine.

"Get something out of here."

"Heh, what do you want...?

"The one that leaves often, a few items appropriately"

"Yes, I did! What about Rafi?"

"I don't eat anything in my bag, I'm always looking around..."

Rafi says something like a handbag grip with a crisp face, but his tail is dripping.

"Fine. Eat something else. We'll only have company around."

"So-so!

"Leave it to us while you're in this store!

"Who's going to chase you back!

"You might be able to stand up and go home. You're suspicious!

"Cahaha!"

Something's suddenly making me nervous.

Rafi only has rice, no alcohol.

"Um, your husband..."

Waiting for dinner watching Pula cooking, the slaves were standing out of their seats and coming here in full swing.

"What's up?

The leading dog-man tribe said with a serious face after looking at the fellow behind him in a chill.

"Um! Congratulations on your wife's pregnancy!

Congratulations! and blessed with a united voice.

I've been blessed by all sorts of people before, but I was so happy that I was about to cry.

Thankful, the blessing of letting go of my own child is just gratifying.

When I gave my slaves a sincere "thank you," they all went back to their seats in a hospitable manner.

Where my stiffness and heart warmed, the store owner said, "I'm done!" and a voice.

"First this! Go ahead!"

Prestigiously placed in front of me and Rafi were tomatoes that remained round.

No, the heta's been crept out, and there's something white and round in there.

"Salt it, Gabe. Go ahead!

"Hmm."

With his fingers he sprinkled with paralysis and salt, and called the red tomatoes gabbling at every white spot in the middle.

Hmm?

Oh, this, it's in the crevice. It's cheese.

Well, there's no way it tastes bad, is there?

"That's it, go ahead!

When I gouged the cup that came out, it was a fruit liquor made by soaking a smog in a hard liquor.

I can't say it fits much, but, well, it's not unsavory.

Maybe wine would be better, but as for our kitchen, fruit liquor is overwhelmingly cheaper than wine.

At any rate, our brewery has infinite spirits in high concentrations as long as it has raw wheat.

I don't do anything cheap like wholesale, but from our slaves, it's a situation where you can always drink cheap liquor. That's a big deal in such a run-down store.

"Next thing you know!

Now the pork and cabbage stew came out normally.

You're a complete booze athlete.

Square-chopped pork is so trout that it takes to boil down, and lots of cabbage is well stained and delicious.

The soup is clear and odorless, good arm.

It's about as salty and spicy as it sounds, but don't go so well with the booze.

"Another dish, make confidence!

"Whoa, spaghetti."

What came out was a white sauce soup spaghetti with a big bowel stuffing.

Kind of shabby, but I also like to just drink soup later.

When you inhale the hot air, the happy smell spreads all over your chest.

I was wondering if it was just alcohol athletes, so this is a pleasant surprise.

Pula, the manager's arm, grew out in front of my eyes with a fork to eat.

Cheese on your right hand and grated gold on your left.

The surface of the spaghetti is quickly covered in cheese that falls like snow.

My throat rattled.

Stir in the plate with a fork and transport to the mouth without even rolling the noodles.

A mellow, gentle flavour, as you would expect.

I poked my bowel stuffing with a fork and stuck it in my mouth.

It sounds crisp and overflowing with gravy.

As expected, here's the thing, so it's okay.

"Store manager! Me too!

"Me and me!

"Over here in a big pile!

"Special Assortment of Cheese!

Everyone asked for this menu.

Drinking makes me want to imitate what people are eating for some reason.

"Mine's first!

"What if I had a bag!

"I got permission today, that's fine!

"It's convenient."

Karakaran and the entrance chimes sound as everyone makes a mouthful of noise, and the store door opens with the voice Chi Wa.

Even though it was a small and painful store, new customers arrived again.

"Ooh, your husband said that even today, the elephant is aligned with the geese neck...? What!? Oh, no... wrong!

"Where did I go wrong!

"Come on in, Petten!

The pig tribe that was clumped at the entrance was dragged into by the drunkards.

Hmmm...... you care about the fun, but I knew it would be hard to do with me.

I came all of a sudden and I did something wrong today, so do you want to buy me a drink?

"Manager, today's payment is my luxury. Turn it over to the chicken."

The words sprang up inside the store.

"Yikes! Chubby!"

"Welcome!

"Store manager, alcohol! Laura Laura!

"Hey, man. Such expensive booze."

"Bye, Yale! 'Cause I'm gonna drink up."

"Kim, there's nothing to drink in the one that turns it all into booze."

"It must be!

"Me too, Yale! With a big jock!

It's nice to have a lot of excitement, but don't drink as much as it sounds tomorrow.

"The more."

"Yes! Oh, and wine too!

"Just reply!

"Wow, what's all the excitement?... What!? Master!? Sorry, I made a mistake!

"I'm not wrong!

"Drag him in, too!

The fun nightclub lasted until late as the number of people continued to grow after this, and when I went home nagging, I was scolded by Grandma Mion.

And before the white sauce macaroni gratin and tomato salad that came out that evening as dinner, they forced a great struggle with their swollen bellies.