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

It's been awhile since the Turkiiba Talababara Trading Team traveled.

There was a strong and warm breeze in the city of Turkiiba, which was getting longer and longer, and on the side of the road, weed flower gardens were beginning to be able to form.

Birds fly, beasts run, humans suffer labor.

In the midst of such a raucous and otherwise unusual beginning of spring, I was doing a new attempt in the lab of a stinking magic school with Mr. Tarsel, a muddy, painful magic technician.

"You're so fixed and pathetic!

"No, no, because if you don't, you'll get your head device..."

Mr. Tarsel says, "Because you're not scared," with a cat whispering, stroking the back of our demon bicorn tied to a pillar.

Maybe we should be somewhat careful, but I think it would be less burdensome on animals if we just did it.

What we're doing now is putting a special device on the head of the self-acquired demonstrator, and seeing which parts of the brain move vigorously to make a map.

Apparently, it was originally developed by the Army to create artificial psychics, but unfortunately it didn't work out for that use.

"Look, it's a demonic crystal ~"

……♡……♡

This guy I brought in from my parents' house is an early demonic crystal exchange demon with no vocal organs, even though he acquired himself.

Emotional expression is also to the extent of rubbing the nose tip and shaking the tail, but a pico response is coming from the headset of the head.

It is difficult to say that the study of the demonic brain itself is well under way, but there is no problem accumulating data.

It's a trick because of the little things.

"Don't mess with me. Give me the magic crystal."

Tips and.

You don't have a horse toy.

Tips and.

"Can I take a walk later?

Tips and tricks!

"What's your name?

If you care about animals, go grapevine coffee!

Anyway, this is how we're going to continue to take maps of our brains from the demonstrators who have sprouted themselves...

It was me who was so secretly determined to keep the actual work from Tarcell technicians.

I have been busy at work these days, but I have a pretty full personal life.

My stomach is getting bigger and bigger, and I'm wearing maternity clothes. Hanging out with the studies that Laura started getting bored with.

To solve small inconveniences in the home, wave the magic prop making arm I've been learning lately.

I go to see the play about once every three days.

You may look alive all you want, but I don't drink or do women, so you're still serious.

Anyway, there was one thing that further enriched my life like that.

Yes, soy sauce.

I got it from my sister-in-law, precious for only one pot. It was also making dramatic changes in my diet.

Of course I don't know anything about recipes for cooking, so all I can make is Japanese food-like failures.

Still, I made the boiled pork by simmering it in soy sauce. What a tear I had when I ate the braised horns.

Udon with other roasted fish mixed with radish grated with soy sauce, Japanese-style pasta, ginger grilled, soy sauce with stock and sugar.

Regardless of how complete it was, I already ate it every day.

Honestly I also thought if I ate so much I would get hungry...

That should be called a 15-year-old body, it was used to grow all the way into energy, and instead of getting belly, it grew a little taller.

Well, even if I got fat, I don't regret it.

Anyway, I want the trading team to come home soon, I may not be able to stand a life without soy sauce any longer.

By the way, Laura ate my dishes, too, but the smell was a bit unique, and they didn't think it was anything special.

Well, it's a bee culture, so it's natural to like it or not.

Once the soy sauce has been steadily supplied, we shall spread it to the tunnels of the world.

I saw a crowd at the wall outside the tavern as I was rocked by bicorns with my nose crossed thinking about that.

When I came close to thinking of something, all we were gathered together were the slaves of the house.

"What are you doing?

When I called out, the Scale Men's Mench, who happened to be puckered with something like a Neapolitan roll held all over his arms on the outside edge of the crowd, stretched his body in a vicious manner.

"Oh, this is your husband...... good job"

"Good day, everyone's here, so I was wondering what you were doing."

"Oh, they were reading Storo's writing wallpaper"

Speaking of Storo, she's one of our famous slaves in the city, she likes gossip, she can't wait to like it too much, she's like a crazy speaker rumored to have come from her mouth.

He finally started writing newspapers without getting tired of just talking...

Looking beyond the crowd, it does seem that someone is reading the text out loud, pointing to the wallpaper documents.

"Schönker family cook Hunt reads marriage seconds!? Upon hearing the news, our reporter immediately attempted an assault interview with Mr. Hunt's lover's home"

"Ooh."

"Don't do it."

"The person insisted that he met fatally like an opera at the festival, but it turns out he was still the spokesperson for the town chairman. In the next issue, I'm going to try direct coverage on Mr. Hunt, begging!

"Nothing good."

"But it was too much for everyone."

I don't know, but don't execute him publicly.

I was seriously worried that she was seen by an expensive woman and never met her.

But is this such an intrepid gossip story funny...?

But the men who don't seem interested in this kind of talk are also listening with their tails shaken.

I don't know who drew it, but it's painted, and the sponsors are on it, and they're probably making a lot of money.

"The following article said Jerstan of the Schenker Chamber of Commerce had a new lover...... ahhh!

What happened, the reader changed his blood phase and threw out reading the article, pointing south.

What happened to our brother!

If you look to the south, the sky is tinted with rainbows.

That's a flare.

A moment late, the city sounded woooooooooooooo and sirens.

The Siren Shaped Demon I was recently asked to deliver was working properly.

Maybe a super giant beast came out nearby.

A white-winged dragon flew up from the jar of the Knights as if it were a ground-to-air missile, accelerating to devour the magic formations deployed in the air and disappearing toward the dungeon city.

I feel like there's been a lot of it lately.

I knew you were right to decline the requests for cooperation that are coming from Dungeon City every now and again.

My slaves are too expensive and expensive to be disposed of just like those adventurers.

Because all the people who were listening to the newspapers have gone to see the sky, the readers are also running around the guests a little bit to collect the sights.

Is it open?

You can go read the paper, but I'm on a bicone and it's a hassle.

It's not like more or less of my older brother's lovers have started now.

Leaving the tavern and out onto the boulevard, the bicorn slowly walks through the sun that makes you want to sleep.

The sober-minded children run through with their short sleeves, and from behind them a dragon-shaped kite flies after them.

Tsuji An adventurer who drinks alcohol for sale arranges coins on the stall to desperately count if he can have another drink.

I got a bigger acne.

The demonic bicorn looks back at this one for a moment and turns forward again so that it's nothing.

I look up into the sky with a pompous slap on my back and I see peachy migratory birds flying towards the eastern lake.

Second, I feel signs and look back.

In the southern sky, another rainbow light was being launched.