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

Try to draw a long and long line into the earth through thin piles of white snow, and the hilariously long crimson train will come to the station here in Turkiiba.

The Grand Frank Rail Road, an intercontinental railway that began operating tests a few months ago, is also an early lot and the "Great Whale", the first vehicle.

I don't know where the hell that train came from today...

The remarkable people of Turkiiba gathered on the high ground in the morning with booze and food, waiting for this moment with more and more noise.

"It's a long time! How far are you going? You can't see the back of this!

"I wonder what's on it"

"You've never had such a long train before, I knew it was a new one made by Schenker and these three boys!

"Tell me you got a medal from the Army, is that true?

"It's a lie. Lying, such a bong bong of play madness..."

"Idiot! What if the Schenkers ask me!

"Whoa, that's not it..."

I heard it all because you have a big voice.

Me and a few of my escorts head to the station as they pound and slap the back of the Scale Men's Mench who consolidate their fists with a muddled face.

I had an errand for someone coming on that train today.

The soldiers were standing up at the station, but when they saw the medal on my left chest, they saluted me and let me through.

Exactly, the escorts can't get in and wait outside the station, but the power of authority is amazing.

When I was a regular civilian wizard, I had three or four procedures just to get into the station without taking the train.

Convenient, authority...

Let's keep walking with medals hanging on our chests if we have to.

And the person who picked me up today was actually the one who recruited me with such authority.

"This is Sawadi Sleira from the Demonstration Laboratory at the Turkiiba Demon Guidance School, is there a Tarcell Demon Guidance Technician?

One moment, please.

In the waiting room at the station, which is like a salon, tell the conductor what to do and wait a long time.

Inside it's full of nobles and ladies, with lots of heavy smokers or smoke and bright white vision.

Can't you get ventilation in time, or is the ventilator skipping, or if I sell in a fan-shaped infinite demon, I can't sell it?

With that in mind, Knoppo's uncle, who grew a mustache from the back and wore a sword, walked in with a chicken.

"You're a rumored genius, you're a lot younger. Tarcell Lanza, the magician."

"Nice to meet you, I'm Sawadi Sleira. I'm not a genius, but I'm here to show you today."

Yes, it was the magician I hired from a distant, mountainous industrial city.

We decided that it would be difficult to deal with the control of super-major magic alone, which was a pressing issue, and decided to use the help of magic tools.

"Hey, what the hell did you say about the medal hanging, you built that train too?"

"That's just a basic theory."

"I don't know who's the hardest part about that, but your name was famous in the local Sanaldi. As a threat to our position as craftsmen."

"So you're saying you're also isolated in your magic research?

"Then you don't come to this country saying you're dead, I do, I like things that move. I like magic trains, I like magic carriages, and of course I like infinite power."

Mr. Tarsel slapped me on the shoulder in the closeness and gave me a thumbs-up of the crimson Great Whale, which was exchanging loads.

"Ha..."

"Actually, I was involved in the production of the Great Whale (that) tow accelerator. I also saw where you rose your Original Whale for research. I honestly thought it was a genius move, that structure intertwined by 28,000 infinite demons just to turn a single axis"

"Heh."

"That's why I'm here."

I don't know, but if you're complimented, okay.

But I only care about one thing.

"Can I have one?

"What?

"Why did the intercontinental transcontinental railway become named Whale?

"You don't know? The infinite demon's collective power sounds like a whale whistle when it spins high."

"Really?"

Leaving the salon, he approached the locomotive of the Great Whale with a small run as he sparkled his eyes, extending the maniacal story.

"Look, this locomotive has as many as 6,000 Infinite 3 demons per pair as people's arms."

"Huh."

"Your ancestral whale used to synchronize demonstrators with natural suckers made with monstrous precision. The power of this is being detuned for more ordinary people. Abandoning the Nature Sucker and using a capped demon feeder to get in tune."

"I see."

"Of course we can't maximize the power of the infinite demon, that's why we have twelve locomotives."

"Heh."

Seriously, it's a long, uninterrupted machine gun talk.

I'm really not interested in infinite power trains at the time I make prototypes anymore.

That's how I was also slightly fed up at first, giving an empty reply to his story that sparkled my eyes...

Surprisingly or unexpectedly, Mr. Tarsel talks better than I imagined, and I'm kind of indulged along the way.

Especially since it was interesting to talk about infinite demon and demon control, which is also my specialty, and I stopped walking until I talked in.

If you ask me, Mr. Tarsel said he was a local instructor in magic, is it really okay for him to come to Turkiiba or something?

"Heh, so squeezing the supply of magic vegetables is normal technology."

"Of course not, or you'll explode when you use the fire magic guide."

"On the contrary, what about overdosing magic vegetables?

"What, you mean, you flush a lot of magic vegetables? I never thought about it."

Whatever you say, it's interesting to talk to people in your professional proximity field.

Totally haunted by the conversation, we kept walking even toward school without even getting in a carriage or rickshaw.

"Huh, Sawadi, what the hell is that?

"Oh, that's a coffee shop."

Mr Tarcell pointed to the open seat of a coffee shop called Astrobucks, which I run.

I wonder if it was unusual because the barely dressed youngsters are drinking tea while they're young.

"Coffee shop, just fine. I was thirsty."

"That's a civilian shop, isn't it?

"What no? Is the shop divided between civilians and nobles? That's a weird city. That's not true in Sanaldi."

"I heard Sanaldi was open-minded, but it seemed true. Ma, Ma, even Tolkiiba is fine with that shop, let's go in."

I told the escort to get us seats. We set up in the back seat of the store.

I took off my jacket before I entered the store, and Mr. Tarsel was a snail from the start, so confusion would be hard to come by.

"Is this store okay? Is it someone you know?

"This is my shop."

"What!? You're doing business with civilian opponents?

"Yeah, well. I don't look very good from around..."

"Do you mean a good face, or do you make money like that?

"Is that a good idea?"

He nodded furiously as he didn't seem too interested as he heard for himself, expanding the menu.

"Ask for anything"

"Even so, what happens when the land changes...... whoa! Could this be hot water rice?

Mr Tarcell pointed to the meat sauce spaghetti.

"What is hot water rice?

"Isn't that Turkiiba's specialty? When I sprinkle hot water on the hardened brown one, it becomes a meal... like this, it feels like a fuzzy, flavored yarn."

"Oh, you mean fried noodles"

Is it hot water rice because I eat it over hot water?

I should have given it a product name and put it into circulation.

"Is that how you say it over here? A professor who likes new things bought it. It's hard to eat, but it was surprisingly delicious."

"Deep-fried noodles are made into a preserved meal by fried this dish in oil."

"Oh my God, I don't know! Then I'll take this, and Yale and..."

"These donuts are very popular as treats."

"Bye, that."

"I'm the same."

A waitress child, who had refrained next to his desk, repeated the order before returning to the kitchen.

Poor thing, you were nervous.

"Menchi, let everyone eat something."

When I say that, a group of escorts lined up around me start opening the menu with no hesitation.

This is our stronghold.

If you have to, everyone in the store will be the shield to protect me and Mr. Tarsel, it'll be good enough to slow down a little.

"So, yeah! What about the exorcism feeder earlier, do you want to concentrate the exorcism or apply negative pressure..."

Eventually he stopped moving like he had rooted for a while afterwards, eating spaghetti while talking, drinking ale, eating doughnuts, drinking coffee and eating doughnuts again...

Though I used to do people and keep in touch once and for all, by the time I got to school, it was already totally night.

Me and Mr. Tarsel were seated side by side, and Professor Marino gave us plenty of common sermons.

By the way, I had a scattered day when Laura made me come home late.

Let's just say that the research collaborators were good friends.

Our father, our younger brother and his daughter-in-law, who were married the other day, and our older brother and his First Lady were invited to the final rehearsal of the ride of the Valkyrie by the Schenker Music Corps.

Of course the place is our free space, the place where the theatre is to be built.

"Ugh, it's cold."

"So I told you to wear more."

His daughter-in-law, the head daughter, is wrapping her own muffler around her older brother Jerstan, who is rattling with open chest clothes.

I really wasn't going to call my older brother because of the wedding celebration of my younger brother, but I couldn't help but bring him here because he fell asleep in front of the house and rubbed his daddy.

My nephews used to be my sister-in-law in an attempt to imitate and roll, but don't raise my children even if my father can't.

Such a nasty father's brother, and even more so his father, is frightened or silent by Mr. Laura.

I don't know what I can do about this one.

"Aren't you so thin and cold?

"So these are our local clothes, and they're warm with fur on the inside."

"Seriously? Whoa, it's warm..."

"You, don't take care of that in public."

Laura, who was in a good mood after a long time, went out and talked with interest to her brother Siciliki downstairs and his daughter-in-law where she was flirting in the cold.

"Excuse me, from that jacket...... is your sister-in-law from the north?

"What...? Ah... yes... yes!

Suddenly his ex-military nobleman asked him such a thing, his sister-in-law replied to me, freaking out.

"Is it a Deoyaka in Sleira territory? Or Tugmanaro? Tarabara?

"Oh, that, Tarabara, is... I mean, Sleira? Could it be your brother's wife!?

"Oh, she's the eldest daughter of the Sleira family, before."

"Hi-ha! Excuse me!

"No, no, no."

Suddenly I kneel down and raise my hands to my sister-in-law. My brother and I are surprised, but is there something only Jimotti in my hometown can figure out?

Speaking of these, does it feel like the Snore clan of Lord Turkiiba would have been inside you if they had noticed?

Then I might be a werewolf, too, but I actually see him once at the wedding.

"Nah, was your daughter-in-law that big?

"Sounds like the locality's too far away to pin it."

"Hmm. Oh, no, my wife said she wanted to give me the drawer, so I'll bring it later."

"Heh, drawers, thanks"

My sister-in-law, who talks to Laura, is kind of about to cry, but my brother doesn't notice.

I hold Laura forcefully, "It's about to start," listening to the music that just started ringing.

The ride of the Valkyrie, played specially for the brothers and sisters below in the long sunny weather, rang high in the sky, and her sister-in-law, who had a bright blue complexion, seemed gradually to smile.

Sister-in-law (hey), keep talking about your brother, please.

And a few days later, my brother licked one of the bump contents he brought as a drawer and I was shocked enough to lose my hips.

"Something special for my wife's parents. Because it's fragrant and delicious when you put it in a stir-fry."

"Hey, no, this, seriously?

"Oh, my God."

"No, you don't think anything of eating this?

"What?

I was confused and unaware at that time, but there was no way my Turkiiba-born brother could think of anything.

Because I was the only person in my previous life who had direct thoughts.

The black flavourings put in the unscrupulous bumps...

It was soy sauce without deception.