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

In the middle of the spring mess, I was running through a courtyard full of yellow flowers in a flowerbed.

To the main building with the school director's office where the call was made, there is a distance there from the hissing research building of the laboratory.

This is just in case (...) the research building blows up, to make sure there is no harm to the average student.

Strangely enough, this school has drawn one in every three hundred years of history.

Each time, the research building was built and renovated, and now there are four research buildings.

Leaving such a cursed research building, he pulls the freshman-like children out at the lifting entrance of the main building, skips a step up the stairs and hurries to the school director's office.

If the school director says he needs a Ping graduate student, it can't be Loc first.

Because if it's good news, there's got to be a hint from my boss, Professor Marino, in advance.

I'm not sure if it's cold or hot. I sweated but managed to climb the stairs. I held my breath and knocked on the heavy Walnut door in the dean's office.

"Come in."

Excuse me, I'm Sawadi Sleira, a graduate student at the Magic Laboratory.

"Yeah."

There was a nostalgic face in the dean's office that thrilled him into it, along with the dean.

"Hey, long time no see, Dr. Sawadi. Have you stretched your back?

Waving with that said was Baron Gossin, a handsome middle-aged ex-military with a clean beard.

I used to treat him for getting rid of his demons, and then I sent him seasonal news.

It's been almost a year since I've seen you since my wedding.

"Baron Gossin! Long time no see, looks like you haven't changed..."

"Oh, you're doing great. Thanks to my teacher, I was given my second son the other day."

"Heh...? Oh, congratulations."

How old is this guy? Well, how healthy is he?

"Thank you. I just wanted to warm up my old relationship with my teacher, but today I'm a messenger."

"Huh."

"You've recently been entrusted by Viscount Lisdan to the South Dungeon District first, haven't you heard?

"Yes."

"Looks like a bunch of demons who can no longer hunt have broken through the entrance fence several times. He leaked around the precinct and started breeding, and he's seen a lot of super giant beasts."

"Apparently."

"Our country has an intercontinental railway, and the front has grown (...). People have been pulled out of the Knights everywhere and the dungeons are very thin. I think Lisdan has asked for help from a teacher who has a cohesive number of soldiers..."

"Well, yes..."

"Looks like you've been trying to beat it up a lot."

I just have to laugh bitterly.

You know, selling slaves, stationing them around 24 hours a day, I don't give them any favors, but mowing them anyway, I've changed hands over and over again, and I've been unscrupulous, so I've been poking at them all.

Whatever the dungeon floods, Turkiiba's surrounded by walls, so it's none of my business, so it's going to be a little damaging to the vast wheat fields.

"Even as a country, I want my teacher to help me manage the dungeon. If the teacher manpower us, we can turn the mowers we've gathered elsewhere."

"What do you expect from hundreds of slave adventurers like that?

"Even if it's only a few hundred, it's not the same story with hundreds of doctors treated. It's like the army is planning on buying defective slaves and making them soldiers, but regenerative wizards have a lot of pride. I'm not even in shape yet."

"Really?"

"Anyway, Lisdan's jizzy sidelines are in the way to get help. So the army prepared this."

Baron Gosssin took the red leather dictionary pocket out of his bag, and Sawadi Sleira graduate student! and raised his voice.

"Ha!"

Moments, the thought stops and the body moves out on its own.

It's a move when you receive things from the person in front of you, made to practice until you can do it unconsciously.

"I appoint you as Associate Professor, Demonstration Laboratory, Turkiiba School of Magic Guidance!

"It's an honor!

Hmm?

Associate Professor!?

On the inside, I heard you were an assistant teacher!

You're skipping two positions!

"The teacher also contributes a lot to the Army, so I went up and talked about being an associate professor, and I put it together, so my permission was late."

Baron Gosssin, who grins nicely, lit an official cigarette and inhaled it looking delicious in his heart.

When I look at the school director, I get a silent nod back.

Ha...

I'm noble, too.

It's not a wooden official or anything, it's an associate professor at the Magic Instruction School.

"And this is a personal favor that has nothing to do with the country..."

Baron Gosssin cut out the story with a glimmer of illumination at me for not being able to get my feelings back on too much development.

"Can I get your son your name? My wife asked me for permission to shut up."

He nodded back ambiguously, went back to the lab feeling fluffy, was celebrated with a slap on the back by Professor Marino and everyone in the lab below, and returned home promising to raise the cup at a later date.

Until my wife Laura kissed me at home that day, I stayed stuck with the fox.

Dungeon SAR, that is a golden tree given to mankind.

Humanity hasn't been much of a jerk for a long time (...) Surrounding the town around the dungeons, hunting and hunting and making money on the demons inside springing up almost infinitely with adventurers and the Knights of the Land.

The main products are meat, leather materials, and demonic crystals.

Those goods produced by the dungeons have greatly contributed to local self-government in this country, and have supported the growing population in their dreams of growing military expenditures.

Such a great dungeon, but there was only one flaw.

Beyond the hunter's processing power, demons overflow.

When this happens, it becomes an extremely dangerous situation for non-wizards.

On earth, the horizon will be swallowed up by demons, and the sea will be stained with the colour of demons, and riots caused by them will not calm down unless they defeat the mighty Labyrinth Lord who appeared deep in the labyrinth.

But for a wizard, that's nothing.

Demons?

Labyrinth lord?

That's a little noise to the point where it would fit if you did it through the fire to the back of the dungeon.

But you're not gonna burn a tree that keeps springing gold, are you?

No, but not enough to give up military expansion during this stretching period.

That's why people like me with private soldiers in every local city were pulled out to solve the problem.

"It's the result of discussions with the other practitioner. Over the next year, if you're a Schenker person, you'll buy 50% more Demon Crystals."

"It doesn't increase by 50%, what about the other materials?

It's called settling down.

"Then don't go through the Demon Crystal for twice the price. And then there's the human treatment of Schenker, because the lives of the slaves are at stake, and I don't want him to put any ass to this way of doing it. I'll write to you later."

"Thank you"

A week after I received my Associate Professor's Dictionary, my lead slave chicken laughed with a tired face as I went to the Dungeon District to negotiate every day here.

It looks difficult to navigate, but it's very different from when you weren't seen as a full business partner.

After all, nobility is an amazing title.

Even the chicken, who had been insulted for saying he was a humble slave before, was already treated like a completely young candidate for a family order.

The delights of our slaves were amazing, and the description of "Schenker Boulevard", which was written on the cobblestone in front of the Magical Schenker Group headquarters, had been fixed by "Grand Schenker Boulevard" immediately.

Anyway, the mayor will piss you off.

"Didn't the other practitioner tell you he couldn't?

"Those over there are civilian wizards and they're pinched on the board. They say we don't have enough hands from the bottom, but it's hard not to get stuck up there."

Chicken shrugged her shoulders as she said so.

"It's tough everywhere"

"Well, there's no reason to break this one."

"Yes, dungeons don't collapse that way. Just relax."

"If you say so, some shoulder loads will go down."

That's how I continued to entrust my practice to the chicken and took a trip to my long time home.

My parents are celebrating my birth today.

It's just a celebration where my father and two brothers, and my brother's stepfather, the warden, gather around a classic culinary turkey to celebrate and make noise, but spending time with a willing family is hard to replace anything.

The footprint was light, the purse strings were loose, and I bought a pile of liquor and torqui Iba roasts along the way.

When we entered the dining room of the house, it seemed like everyone had already started drinking around the table, but he bothered to take a seat and greet us.

"Yo! Congratulations!

"Thanks"

Do you help the house well these days, my younger brother with the Schenker Chamber of Commerce front on slapped my shoulder with the liquor in one hand.

"Do it!

"Brother, you've been out making her again lately."

"Huh? Which story?

My older brother, who was exposed to evil in the wallpaper but has no way of punishing him at all, laughs with a sloppy face.

"Congratulations. I heard you cut into dungeon rights. I'll take care of the food."

"Oh, come on, dungeons are a long way from Turkiiba."

The superintendent began to thin his hair slightly because he couldn't help but plagued his sketchy grandson's education, rubbing his hands with a bad smile.

"We're going to do our best to your country."

"What's your salary?"

My happy, complicated-looking father told me to tell him to stroke my head.

I return my thanks once again to the face of the Schenker family, who blessed me, and crushed the whole turkey roast.

The last time I ate it was during my brother's marriage, but I wonder how many times I could eat it.

It's not even that delicious.

"How's Mr. Laura doing?

"No, I'm already hungry, so it's hard."

"Do you make children wizards, too?

"Right."

I didn't know what to do. I sat next to him as my younger brother, and my older brother, sitting on the other side, pulled my sleeve choosy.

"What the fuck?"

"You're not getting a new daughter-in-law because you became a nobleman?

"I won't take it."

"Why?"

Because I love my wife.

"You should love your new daughter-in-law too."

Jerstan, don't do this.

My father, sitting in the upper seat across the street, stopped my older brother like he was in a hurry.

"A noble woman is a terrible, terrible thing. It's not something we can deal with."

"Oh, my God, my mom was a wizard too."

"Mom, you weren't there."

"Isn't that because the three of us weren't very good at it?

"That's Chara because you've become noble, Chara"

Yeah, we talked, but my dad nodded small as he leaned down.

"My mother, too, doesn't mean you guys hate each other. I should wish you all happiness in the King's capital."

"It's okay, we like this city, and we might never see each other again for the rest of our lives."

"Sawadi, if you ever go to King's Landing, tell me you have a lot of grandchildren."

"I'll tell you all my grandchildren are sketchy."

"Sawaddy boy, don't say anything if you see him."

Though I was told with a troubled face on my head.

Well, if I go to the King's Capital and see my mother, I won't see her.

The disconnect between us Schenker family men and my mother, whom my father married to take in the wizard's blood, was so great that it was not easy to say.

Even my father was forced by his parents to marry him, and I understood that he was not comfortable with the wizard and had an unwiped fear.

I'm a wizard, too.

My dad should be scared of me, too.

The truth is, maybe we should just be satisfied with this warm parent-child relationship.

But I still wanted my father to accept my family, Laura and her children.

I hope this became the last selfishness between parents and children.

I wanted my father to embrace me not only as a son, but as a wizard, as a nobleman, for every member of his family.

Even today, after eating dinner, I came again to ask my father to do so.

But when I turned fifty and looked at my father with more gray hair again, I didn't get a word.

Give my kid a name.

I was afraid to hurt my father any more, and that's all the words I couldn't get out.