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

"Everybody ready? Look, don't die alone!

"I know! Mr. Roth!

"Make money today!

"Demon carriage, Demon crystal is fine"

"Then I'll go! To the dungeons."

Recently, our hunting grounds moved from Turkiiba to a dungeon just across the river.

They also have something to do with the fact that our head, Sawadi Boy, has officially become a nobleman, but I don't know the details.

What we know is that now is the time to make money for Schenker and for us adventurers.

He bought me twice as much as usual if I took the Demonic Crystal of the Dungeon, plus the contract that the Demonic Leather and Meat could be our freedom.

Plus, we're going to split half of the demonic crystals into mountains with the Adventurers, so what a chubby story.

Whatever it is, it's also in the spirit of adventurers not to make money when you can.

Suppose you wear armor, carry a spear, and go kill demons!

"You wanted these lighting helmets, the Knights, too."

"I don't like having my hands free in a dark place like a dungeon."

The helmet with the illuminated demon made by the boy is very convenient, and is already an essential piece of equipment for the avant-gardes who operate spears and nets.

Anyway, the tough life from the boy about this dungeon attack is "take care of your life," so he's putting in the number of profit-looking people and gear that no ordinary adventurer would do.

"The first one, here he comes -!

"Network!

"Yikes!

The four avant-garde men stick out to each of them a pole connected to the four corners of a net knitted in iron chains.

The net, stretched to cover a passage that would have been blocked if there were two adults with open hands, is wide enough for a fist to go through, but weighs a little hard for even four inflexible adventurers.

From beyond that net, four gleaming things penetrate in a squeamish of momentum.

The most common demon in this dungeon, the fourth pig.

White-mixed brown fur, twisted four fangs, and four golden eyeballs glittering on a body that is not so different from a breeding pig.

Buohhhhhhhhhh!! Bashan with the horrible squeal! and a loud noise, four of the avant-gardes closing the iron net.

Even though he is a powerful demon for his small size, he can't beat the power of the four adventurers.

"Who's the spear number today?"

"Hey, Mr. Roth, it's me."

"Yambo or do it tight"

"Heh!"

Yambo, a long-haired, red-eyed Yambo, comes forward with a straight, long-bladed red spear.

"What's the cardiac role?

"It's me."

"Mahmoud, they can come back to life with their brains pierced, so the heart's gonna pull out quickly."

"Ha!"

Maam, a sheep tribe who cut up white bragging twirling hair short to come to the dungeon, twirled a sharp dagger over his hand.

As he approached the prey, Yambo made a blow between his brows without even speaking.

Maam, who pressed open with her knees down the forelegs of the immobile fourth pig, pulled out her heart with a quick dismantling.

The avant-garde remains vigilant with the chain net protruding forward, and the rear guard brackets it on the side of the demonic carriage as it treats the deadly fourth pig with blood draining.

Simply ripen the procedures determined by each.

It's more work than hunting.

But in a dungeon with no escape, if someone goes through one procedure wrong, the crew may die.

It's completely different from what we talked about on the ground.

"I'm going up to three levels today, don't get upset."

"Heh!"

"Ha!"

"Okay!

"How's the path going?

"Wait, please"

A rear guard of a well-eared Hagi tribe in my words heard the vibration with his horn against the wall, pointing to the westward passage.

"Two, no, three over there, probably a pig"

"All right, I'm coming!

The heads of all turn west, and the intense light created by the demon cleaves the dungeon's demonic darkness.

From the back there was a warm breeze, containing a beast odor.

By the time I got to one of the lower floors, after I had defeated about seven more pigs, of the twelve, no demonstrator carriage that moves on its own. Then it would have been about time to bring back the prey.

Tight, meat-packed fourth pig is heavy anyway, if you don't just bring back demonic crystals, ah I'll take every one of them home, so I'll do my best.

"I knew it would be the fastest way to give birth to your husband's children."

"If you're our kid, you're not a slave, and if you're dealing with spectrum bills, things change."

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. You're gonna get that wife's blood in there, too, okay? What would you do if you were a young man?"

"Um, but I don't know."

"You can't make a man before you think about it."

"I wonder if that's the biggest challenge... I'm going to be able to save up some money for my marriage already"

"I can always get married, too."

"If only they were..."

Quiet out of the crew walking around talking silly! And my voice went up.

The avant-garde dog clan, Impa.

"The smell has changed, the birds are already flying here"

"Aye!

Yambo, the spear number who answered it with majesty, twirled his spear in his hand, making a buzzing noise and bareback only once.

"Go ahead with the screening!

"Go!

The four avant-garde men set up their rods and continued forward with their nets of iron chains.

It's tight, but birds don't have footsteps.

I don't want you to do your best not to get ambushed.

At the rear end, a rester sitting in a demonic carriage is watching the road behind him while illuminating the road with large lights.

Absolutely not, but you must have some good gear and personnel.

"I'm here!

"Whoa, whoa!

"Giggle!"

"Gee! Gee!

The avant-garde nets were hung with ghost sparrows that looked like long tailed sparrows like children of men.

Its mouth is sharp and its toenails pointy as a blade as it bites into the chain scattering brown, mocking feathers.

"Go!

Two bursts of electrolithic fire rolled out of Yambo's hand captured the brain of a ghost sparrow brilliantly, and the two bodies turned into corpses fell to the ground with a sledge.

The avant-garde lifted up the net, crossed the ghost sparrow and moved forward, and fell back again and took the stand.

"They're still coming!

"Gih! Gih!

From the darkness, I hear voices and wings.

Yambo, who twirled his spear in his hand again, turned to the darkness and said, "Come on!," he said in a tearing mood.

Whether that voice invited me or came towards the light, it was just after that that that a ghost sparrow flew in that filled my sight.

Running around the dungeon until noon, the outside and inside of the elongated demonic carriage for the dungeon were full of prey, so I came back out once.

Outside, a spare demon carriage and its escorts await, replacing each loaded prey.

Because Mitsuru is diving today, there are three demon carriages waiting.

I will call the deputies of the Dungeon Autonomous Region to confirm the number of demonic crystals and the number of prey they have hunted, get an autograph, and then escort the demonic carriage to Turkiiba.

Torquiiba's demolished prey will be processed into rugs, clothes and food and sold at the Schenker family store.

That's a merchant, no waste.

"Rice, rice, I wonder what today is"

"I'm looking forward to this lunch. Come on."

A special lunch box is provided daily for the dungeon set.

It's nice to have a lot of it, a good flavour, and, above all, a special product that only we can eat.

Today it is the pork of the trout boiled in a sweet and spicy sauce, a boiled egg with a flavor stain, and a noodle boiled and then flavored and stir-fried.

That's food that burns right up and helps.

"I'll dive till evening after this. I'm gonna wake you up, and I'm gonna eat, and I'm gonna go to bed."

"Yes."

"I get it."

"Ugh, my arm's shaking and I can't use the fork."

"I'm used to it. I'm used to it."

"Are you still painting?

"It's going on, Hamidel's old man tells me it's pretty good."

"He's a skank, so that's what they're all saying to women."

"For everyone. But I'm really talented."

"I saw the cat painting the other day, but I don't really think so..."

"What's a cat?

"No, the one decorating the front door of that apartment"

"That... rabbit"

"Ha ha, what the hell is that!

"You, come on, I knew it wasn't for you."

"Shut up, I made money for this job and practiced more, watch later, 'cause I'm not gonna paint you a portrait"

As I was holding onto my lunch box listening to everyone talk mouth-to-mouth, I got a louder yawn.

I knew the dungeon would get nervous.

If you eat, I'll get some sleep, too.

After all, this day I was able to hunt nearly seventy prey without leaving one injured person.

What you're doing is monotonous work, but it's more tiring than hunting on the ground.

The fear of darkness, the tension that comes from a closet with no escape, and occasionally the different Knights.

Even if I knew I wouldn't do that, there's no way the wizard would kill about ten of us if he wanted to.

My liver gets cold watching the body of a demon that exploded, left alone in the dungeon.

If you're mistaken for a demon, or if there's us at the end of the ray, we're the ones who blow it up.

Ugh, I can't help it, but it's not cool.

What can't be done is limited to divine favors.

All of our squadrons have decided to come to the temple of the dragon god at headquarters every day.

I'm not trying to open up to pickles, but you're a familiar god to me diving underground.

"Mr. Pickle, how are you doing by now?"

"Don't even pray about that kid. Ah..."

"Mm... Roth"

When I approached the temple that was built in front of the headquarters, I had a conversation with a team of mentors who were just visiting me.

Were the Menchis here?

"Mench, how was your day?

"We've hunted 65 of our squadrons, you better watch out because there's two red roaches on the third floor around the east"

"Hit, we're seventy. The west was full of ghost sparrows upstairs, but I've done it all, so maybe he's gone."

"Mmm."

Mench's tail looks grumpy.

Menchi hates to lose so much, doesn't he?

"We defeated six grass-fed wolves on our way home, though?

You knocked him out? Not at all.

Drop off the Menchi and his squad leaving with a pin and tail up and throw some money in a coin box at the Temple of Tsuruo, where for some reason non-Schenker adventurers are also coming to visit.

"Dear Earthdragon, please protect us from diving on the ground tomorrow."

"Nice to meet you too, Mr. Pickles."

"I like the bread system for dinner tomorrow"

The wind, which I could not feel in the basement, blows and shakes my upside-down hair.

In the meantime, why don't we go get a drink today with the money we earned?

Honestly, you make more money than you did before you became a slave.

I think I'll open my own store someday...

Then you don't have to say casinos or big theaters like little boys to have hands on a liquor store with a stage.

Then once in a while, this big actress, Lady Roth, performs a glossy act...

"You took a bath."

"Me too, now that I smell absolutely"

"The adventurer and the smell can't be cut off, but it's a crummy edge."

and... do I smell like sweat for a big actress too?

Together with the wood-carved earth dragon god, the twelve sweaty men made their way to the bathroom of the headquarters today.