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

More often than not, rulers are unscrupulous.

Let them build huge graves, seek immortality, and sometimes destroy others in other areas for ornaments.

Well, even if it's rarely that important, if it's about a trivial shake of impotence, you must be doing it every day to the people around you.

On a cold winter day, such an unscrupulous gesture arrived at me.

"Ke... are you a giant maker...?

"That's right, the Army is coming up with a story. For once, I talked about who would stop me if my ego sprouted on the demonstrators and I retreated once..."

"That was good......"

A shocking word popped out of the professor's mouth while he was relieved of his chest.

"It looks like the royal family is involved... maybe the same story will come up again, so we need to get ready."

"What, are you royal!?

The story Professor Marino told me was far beyond my imagination on a scale.

It's also known as The Showdown Giant Demon Construction Plan.

The people up there are going to build demons that are bigger than castles to protect them.

When asked how to operate such a madman's delusional demon-maker, I was about to pass out.

I knew it was flying over this country.

Seriously, do you think about war all the time?

I have a lot of scratches, but anyway, the worst point is that the royal family is involved.

If the royals tell us to do it directly, we have to do it anyway, no matter what the problem is.

And who do you think will be stuffed in case that demon runs wild?

You're not the great man in the Army, it's me and Professor Marino.

I can't still die for a child or a daughter-in-law to be born.

From this day on, my desperate ascension began.

First of all, I decided to pack the conditions for the self-occurrence of the demon, and I scrutinized the reports everywhere again.

Then the fastest sprout of self was the frontline Army garrison.

Next was the First Cavalry of the King's Capital, then the King's Capital, and the City Guard Dragon Cavalry Regiment.

Everywhere there are so many personnel.

I was surprised I was revisiting it, but some of the Army garrisons were demonstrators who sprouted themselves in about six months.

I made one hypothesis.

Wouldn't the difference between a demon-maker who is quick to have self and our powdered ground bicorn, which took three years, be the number of humans involved?

I built an experiment site in three days to verify.

At a time like this, I sincerely think it's good to have my own organization.

It's because of the speed of movement.

Anyway, I'm pretty serious about my life this time, it was natural to use everything I could use.

In the store, where indirect lighting is plentiful and filled with gentle light, calm burnt brown tables and chairs are placed at leisurely intervals.

On the seats where my professor and I sit, our yellow little flying dragon torf and cup-and-saucer with coffee, and scones with jam, line up.

What a chaotic view, Professor Marino looked strange and opened his mouth.

"So, you're going to take data against your people here?

"Yes, I once named it Grapevine Coffee"

"A coffee shop where demons and humans can play, or something they've prepared for us in a really short period of time..."

Professor Marino took a serious look at the interior of the store and leaked a sigh in an impressive way.

Facing the main street of Turkiiba, this building is where our coffee shop originally came in.

It was the number one seller in the coffee shop business, but it didn't go any further without sparing money.

"We can get manpower out easily, and we have vendors in and out"

"No one in the lab will fool around with your slave hobbies anymore... so let them live their demons while letting their customers deal with them here. Will the key guests come in?

"I don't know. But even if our guests don't come in, we're going to let the people who hire us use them every day."

"Well, I'm sorry. I'll have the working capital delivered later."

"Thank you"

Professor Marino sipped the cream ridden winner coffee as he stared out into the hustle and bustle, turning this way with a surprised face.

"That's good."

"Thank you"

"I can't tell you what's going on in my shop."

To such a professor, a leisurely little flying dragon torf pulls his clothes a little and begins to snap.

When the professor put him on his lap with a bitter smile, he made sure he slept there and patterned his little legs and wings to start playing alone.

"It's going to be a bit of a noisy coffee shop, but you don't have to worry about the guests."

"Really?

The professor grinned and pointed to the counter with a white cream on his beard.

From the counter, the eyes and ears of the Son of the Torf, who looks intrigued, are hidden.

When I call you in, Biku! and trembled his body and approached him inexorably, so the professor handed him the torf with a bitter smile.

"Play him a Torf opponent for a while"

"Ah...... Yikes! I get it!

The professor and I had a couscous laugh, dropping off the supplier disappearing across the counter in a cool move.

"Oh, I wish there were a lot of them."

"I'm here, I'm sure."

In the end, my prediction was brilliant and Grapevine Coffee was a big win from the first day of opening the following day.

I'm running out of demons for customer service and will be making them all night... well, I guess it was easier than worrying about the customer coming in.

Anyway, now I've hit one hand at investigating when the demonic self occurred, but what I really need to do is to be able to control that self.

I have an idea, but this can't be done by magic engineers alone.

It's possible that even if you control demons with demons, that demon will have a chance of sprouting itself.

In the meantime, I ran around the school for about a week and asked Professor Marino, Estomaon, who became a relative during this time, and the school director to submit a request to Wang Du.

I'm really tired, anyway, and the rest of this story comes back from Wang Du.

One day like that, our younger brother Siciliki came home with a horse in the cold.

I had Laura shy away because my brother was sniffing out his nose about how cold it was.

We can't just let a pregnant woman catch a cold or something.

When I led him to the reception room and let him sit in the chair in front of the fireplace, he finally seemed comfortable and the dripping snot pulled him in cheeky.

"Brother, what happened to the eight-legged bicorn? You wouldn't have frozen in no time if you'd come."

"That's not fuel efficient. Come on, I knew you couldn't use it normally."

"I see."

Because it's a special demon, it's 2.5 times more fuel efficient than a powdered bicone.

If it's my brother's earnings downstairs, who is a room dweller, it'll be pretty hard to maintain.

"Well, you're the one who came here today for a favor."

"What, are you making magic again? I'm busy right now."

"No, no, I want you to lend me a musical team that can march this Shenker Street and example. I've decided to get married next time. Come on."

"What! Seriously!?

"So-so, he's a kid who works in an inn, but he's a good kid, and my dad says he's good, so come on"

My brother scratches his head in a rarely lit manner and doesn't seem comfortable wearing an alabaster or a front seat on his chair.

No, you've never met my older brother's girlfriend before, anyway.

I'm so sorry.

"Heh, congratulations, brother"

"Hehe, thanks. Come on, I want to do my wedding flashy. Come on, I want to rent a street and a musical team."

"That's good, but when do you do it?

"No, I might do it in the winter or spring. I haven't decided yet. Come on"

"Oh, then you'd better hurry. Our musical team, we're going to Wang Du soon for work. I'm not sure I'll be back in the spring."

Our musical team was supposed to go deliver my prepared song at the request of a leading nobleman in Wang Du.

You don't just have to go and play the music team this time, it's set to teach the songs to the music team over there.

They say the client will have seats for the magic trains for all the musical teams, both going and going home, but it's also possible that I can't get a ticket home.

"Well...... it's a little bumpy but I was wondering if it would be about the end of this month?

"Brother, is that a costume or something?

"It's okay. It's okay. We were both originally going to borrow senior clothes."

Okay, I'll tweak it.

"Well, one thing, please."

My brother lowered his head with a pepper on his chair.

"I'll turn this thing over to the chicken, so you can always come to HQ for a detailed consultation."

"Thanks for your help."

I'm done talking. No, no, no, no, no. I stopped calling my brother-in-law "wait a minute" trying to leave the house.

I don't have anything for you because it's a sudden story, but let's at least have Laura Laura take it home to celebrate.

This Doc O Pepper flavored liquor I make is an expensive product that is successfully branded.

"Drink this with your sister"

"Whoa, this booze... okay?

"Don't be shy."

My brother smiled like the best kid of the day and followed my flank with his fingers.

"Hey, there's a..."

"It seems to be popular with women, so don't just drink it with your brother."

"Then you're afraid of later - your daughter-in-law likes to drink too"

For him and his new sister staring at Laura Laura's bottle with sparkling eyes, I left the horse with four bottles in brackets.

It's my brother's wedding, we need to make it a busy one.

Nevertheless, it got much colder.

A sigh of relief climbs over his head whitefully.

Looking up into the sky, the moon of the upper string was floating.

In the golden moon cup, the main line in the side looks like a glass of water.

It's a golden cup, listed as a blessing to my brother.

I couldn't help but notice the strange feeling that if I reached out, I would be able to grab it, but if I reached out, I would be crushed and scattered.

Only the sound of the cold wind echoes in my ears.

Hardly, I can see the white stuff starting to mix with the wind.

I was standing still, snowed down by the first snow in Turkiiba.