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

Even if I didn't ask for anything, a defective slave arrives like some regular flight through this snow.

He was coming to the headquarters of the Magical Schenker Group today to treat those guys.

Almost all the executives in the organization are involved because they are going to even do the assignment at the same time as the treatment.

Slaves are well manned, but there's also a fence of fathers and slave traders, and we're in a situation where we can't stop accepting defective slaves.

Simply as a social contribution.

Just keep it up, the problem is the pace at which people will overflow from Turkiiba in another thirty years.

I can't help it. Lately, to keep newcomers as far away from confidentiality as possible, I put a gazette on old stocks by putting them in informationally cleaned residences and bases.

I think we should increase our talent utilization options.

In the future, I hope I can get a job at another city branch of my father's chamber of commerce...

We're in the middle of a lot of trials and errors right now, so we'll still need time before we can leverage talent in many ways.

In addition to such a missing slave scheduled flight today, some of the men's skilled slaves ordered and prepared from over here from slave traders.

I bought a musician before this, but this time it's painting.

From the city's sketchy young man to the bearded jizzi called the authority of the former painting platform, he was appropriately sent.

It's a defective slave anyway, with or without a career, the price doesn't change much.

I was going to entrust these guys with the teachers of the slaves' paintings, but I'm going to make them paint commemorative paintings there because I have my brother's wedding just around the corner.

You arrived at a good time, you were lucky.

"So, these guys are right"

"Yes, according to Lord Perseus, the slave trader, the young man chose his future in addition to his experience."

Chicken answers as she rolls through the material, but to my eyes, they all just look like painful bonkers.

Let's go on a round-throat course here to my men.

"I don't know what a painting is anyway. Let me know when you find out the best one, 'cause I'll make you paint our family."

At that time, all of a sudden the painters who came forward began a fierce self-appeal, shouting as if to cancel the chicken's "OK" voice.

"Young lady! Then you won't even have to look into it! This' Painting Saint 'Hamidel is the one! Hua on the drawing deck! Crownian treasure!

"No, no! You mustn't believe that incendiary! He's just an outsider made up of politics! This' Hundred Colors' Kabayan is the one!

"Yeah, jizzy, fuck you! This' Thunder Drawing 'Pustan..."

"Weird!!

The painters, who were gagging and barking, became quiet in an instant when Mench, who had refrained beside me and the chicken, had a drink.

I knew being an artist was a strong push.

"All of these guys will be thrown into recruiting education"

To the chicken of our lead slave who says rubbing his forehead, treat everyone quickly as he returns them to do so.

The painters with arms and eyes were about to start calling again, but before that, Mench kicked my ass and took me.

I hope you calm down in the recruit education squad, but if you can handle it like that, don't you do an artist or something?

"Are you normal slaves after that?"

"Let's do it fast"

"Yes. Whoa, bring him in!

When the chicken flew, very quiet slaves were brought in, different from the artists earlier.

You feel quiet or you don't have the strength to talk.

The only healthy woman among the slaves, with traces of major burns on her face, is desperately trying to unload her companion from a transport van.

"Uh, you don't have to drop me off."

The regenerative magic bullet released pierces the woman who pointed this way at my voice.

My regenerative magic had evolved from a common DC (straight) type to a fog (mist) type and a net (web) type, and now to an automatic tracking (homing) type.

The automatic tracking (homing) type is an easy-chin specification that automatically connects the line to the injured person if properly released, and then simply runs magic until healed.

I think this is probably the fastest.

All the wounds are healing and exclamation is heard from the slaves who have regained their energy.

All right, all right, was there any slaves eating the curse or getting their guts out excessively this time?

You're here sometimes, of course, because that's out of your control, so it's a good contract to return it.

It's a hassle, too.

Yeah, the woman just now got burned out, too, and you made a pretty face.

Hmm, but those cleavage eyes, they look like I've seen them somewhere...

"Hey you! Come here!

"Huh? Oh, yes..."

I don't know, but the chicken pulled the newbie's hand earlier and took him somewhere.

Was there something going on with Tin?

"Kah!!

I heard cheers from behind headquarters, what is it?

Ma, look.

A night of windy days, with powdered snow blowing through the windows.

Me and Laura were sitting in a room full of demon-making animals that we made for school study groups, pinching boards of board games.

Even though winter is a free season, Laura is a pregnant woman now, so much so that she can only kill her time with indoor play because she can't do anything else.

"Mm, wait"

"You must have waited twice."

"Look, I don't care how many times you let me try again in the game."

"Turn to the next battle."

Mmm, and Laura, who stuck her lips out, put her hands up and extended her back, lifting the kitten demon that was on her lap and putting it on her desk.

The kitten moves her short legs a little bit, forming them on the board, and stops moving as they are.

"Phew... this is not the place to compete"

"I didn't come, but I won."

Laura herself, who did the childish thing, said that my words were, "I want to drink alcohol in winter."

No, you can't, 'cause me and Laura are gonna be sober together until the baby's born.

"I can't even smoke, so I'm going to sneeze."

Pour lukewarm tea from the teapot into her cup stroking her shiny pink lips without makeup.

"Well, come on now. For that matter, I will exaggerate my mother's abstinence to her children in the future."

"Nice to meet you, I can't stand it without that much fun."

Laura laughed couscous and put an orange-flavored baked sweet in her mouth.

I'll try to pinch one, too, but thank you. Kingdu-style confectionery with this hand is intense in the amount of sugar and I don't really like it.

"Don't you like it a lot? I didn't want to eat much before, but my taste suddenly changed these days."

"Yeah, well... I hear that's what happens when you get pregnant"

Laura nodded yes and threw one baked sweet into her mouth again.

"But if you're slowing down by eating sweets and stuff in a warm place like this, you're afraid you're going to get fat"

"You should gain some weight, because it's a body for two now"

"Really? Though it would make my heart easier for you to say so."

Laura is muscular in the first place, so we need to get some more fat.

I prefer munchies, too.

"Speaking of which, how's Father?

"Hmm, that was still reluctant..."

I've been asking my father to name our couple's children for a long time...

It is a situation where noble grandchildren cannot be asked to shake their heads vertically for some reason because they are civilian grandfathers.

I go to persuade him, like every week, that there's something really stubborn about that, and it just doesn't work out.

"Don't say too much about it."

"There's nothing I can't do. I'll talk to you."

"I'm just happy that I blessed your marriage. I want too much…"

I shoved and blocked the kitten sleeping on my desk into Laura's mouth, who said that in a way that seemed lonely.

I tell her to teach her with a serious face, with her little black hairball on her palm.

"You can want it. Me and Laura are his children. Even if the blood isn't connected, we can be a family like the two of us."

"... well, thank you."

She smiled back bitterly with an indescribable face.

Well, I don't think I can handle the parents and the kids, so I'll just have to keep persuading them to be honest.

I'm persistent.

I'm gonna get whatever I didn't get in my last life with this hand.

Money, women, hobbies, time, family circles.

Once again renewing my determination, I shook Laura's hand in every black cat and peered into the rugged eyes like I had trapped a star in the night sky.

"Mr. Laura......"

"The animals are watching."

"I don't mind."

…………

At a tight and rushing speed, the distance between the two approaches and leaves at double speed with the sound of knocking on the door.

Coming in through the empty door was Grandma Mion, a samurai with a little flying dragon torf on her head.

"Come on, come on, animals, it's time for you. Let's stay out of the way of the lady and her husband in Mion's farewell room."

You're the one who gets in the way.

Grandma Mion retrieved the animals in the room one after the other in a large cage, and finally she left the room without forgetting the kitten in our palm.

I didn't know that old lady was such an animal lover, shall I give her a grapevine coffee voucher next time...

"But it's gone for that old lady..."

As I stared at the door with one word, Laura, who took the diary out of the bookshelf, laughed couscous.

"Myon came over here too and it got a lot brighter"

"True, it felt more obnoxious before,"

"There's no one over here who's loud about how they look and how they do it. They're stretching their wings, too."

"Heh, there's no Wang Du after all"

Honestly, it's the number one place I never want to go.

"Now that I've quit the military, if I don't have to go back, I wonder if I've ever crossed it."

"Right."

Somehow I got a cuddly force in my ass.

The monster named Wang Capital is always waiting for us to pull our hands on the couple.

I need to try harder too so I can stay in Turkiiba the whole time.

Face to face with me cementing my resolve as I held my fist, Laura opened her diary with a "Well" voice.

"It's a pleasure before bed today. Shall I tell you something?

"Oh, right. How far did you go yesterday?

"Right..."

Laura wraps up her diary with perplexes.

This is a habit I've recently had between us, but every day before I go to bed, I tell them stories I've been familiar with in my previous life.

It's nothing to me. It seems like it's a comfort there for her to not be able to get out much, and now this is how Laura treats me.

"The spacecraft is just off the hook (...), a major of the enemy army is targeting the new Robo (...) of the spacecraft."

"Shall we start there then? The Starship White Left the Space Colony Septem..."

"Wait, wait, you have to do it from the very beginning."

"Yeah, again?

"You always said it would be something to do, oh punning-ma (...)"

"No, that's a song... ah... no, well, okay"

"Come on, come on, the night's short."

Ah, my beautiful sister made me sparkle.

But yeah, even famous SF cartoons like the one that was puked a hundred times in her previous life, it's an unexpected different world story for her.

Maybe the blonde in front of her is the first SF fan in this world.

Second, I pull the face that I almost fell for and start talking slowly and politely.

"In the Galactic Century 0840, mankind created an overgrown population of…"

"Ok, I've been waiting!

Winter nights are dark and long.

Shall we talk today about robots in bright colors that cut through the cold darkness?

The wind that was rocking the glass was gone at some point...

Outside as dark as the universe, white little snow flowed like a cursory meteor.