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

The wind, incensed mid-spring, the city was in havoc.

The reason is simple and clear.

There's extra meat coming up from the dungeon city, and I can't help it.

Whatever. Hundreds of pigs, birds and goats are brought out of the dungeon every day, obviously oversupply.

When I wonder if a shitty shaped meat vendor came to the plea for death from the front porch of Schenker headquarters with his wife and children, the butcher and rice shop owner line up with me to sell cheap meat at the back door.

It's already tough.

It's a late festival to say this, but honestly, I didn't expect the Adventurers to work so hard.

If you're thinking about whether the city table will moisturize with cheap meat, it's such an anomaly that we can't keep up with prey processing until we stop manpower dispatching and other tasks now.

Instead of making a lot of money if you pour this meat into the city well, one or so of these cities could be lightly bullish enough to be entitled to it.

But you can't just do that.

Turkiiba has a Turkiiba livestock business, and if they can't eat it, the worst thing this meat industry can do is become totally dungeon-dependent with this one shot.

You can't do that.

A so-called dungeon is a precarious resource that can be burned with one military intent.

It's not a matter of being resented by residents or anything, it's simply too dangerous.

It may not starve because it's a barn zone, but at least food culture will definitely degenerate.

I'm perfectly sorry to keep getting resented by the young Turkiiba over the next eternity.

"So, are you willing to cure that unintended personality?

"No, no, no, Mr. Laura, I'm thinking about this, right? It's just that this time we've all been working a little too hard..."

"It's not like the ones down there are bad, is it? My husband bothered to get me a place to put my hand, so if you're excited about it, it won't help you as someone who lives in rough trouble."

"Is that what it is?"

"Besides, they would be adventurers, adventurers are always the ones who are looking to make a lot of money with even one dill. Well, if you have a place to earn money, you can return the holidays, but you'll go make some money. You can't blame them."

"Well, it's hard to use people."

"A normal aristocrat would naturally get that kind of education... but you're the first generation, I don't know what else to do."

In the bedroom of a pleasant breezy couple, Laura drank a lot of tea and waxed sealed the letter she was writing, as thick knitted maternity clothing did not look great.

"That's why I'm here."

"Thank you"

The letter I received from her with the pin and spine stretched is addressed to the Army.

Simply put, it's a medical examination to see if you can be the underwriter of meat.

Of course, I also use my connections to send letters to various places, patients who have healed their demons, patients, and spouses of patients.

Root rooting is important to do anything.

"But you're not going to leave your prey in the dungeon even if it suits such a difficult eye, are you?

"No, I do business for money, so you don't have a hand in not doing it any harder if you're going to make money."

Well, it's not like you're practicing.

"Yes, I'm sorry about the slaves, but I'm trying to get more people to be a little more patient."

"If we start collecting material from the dungeon, we'll be fine because it's not something we haven't talked about in a long time."

"I hope so."

Yes, the problem of oversupply of materials like Turkiiba today can occur very rarely (...) in the approximate Dungeon Autonomous Region.

It's just that the conditions are pretty special for a place like that, and it's not much of a problem because there's really a small number of them.

Basically, if you take a demonic crystal of a dungeon, you leave it alone.

Because the Knights have a high priority for efficiency because of their demonic crystals and thinning, and they know what kind of prey the adventurers could take home with them.

Because dungeon demons come off the handling of the Adventurer Guild, it's not money just to take them home, and it costs taxes to take them out of the dungeon city.

Furthermore, there is the limit of the processing power of the butcher's side where he was forced to bring it to the city butcher every day.

With all these reasons overlapping, the demons of the dungeon have been left out of the demonic crystals, serving as daily food for rats, bugs and mucus known as cleaners.

However, here in Turkiiba there was an environment where demons could be processed into meat and ingredients.

There was a tax-free hunting ground, there were a ridiculous number of adventurers, and there was special gear so that it was not difficult to take home the prey.

And most importantly, there was a powerful backup system created by me and the labor of a good number of slaves with a twat that turned all my prey into gold.

Well, that's tough.

A remarkable number of preys are processed every day at meat processing plants, which are rapidly made by crushing the southern strongholds of Turkiiba, and are gradually piled up in the material storage depots of the Schenker Chamber of Commerce by becoming dried meat and sausages.

I just have to be flattered by how awesome it is to run while I create my own organization.

I watched it almost as if it were other HR, even though I was pissed off because people's power was great.

Well, that's what I was like, I was still at ease...

On its backup side, chicken, the head of practice, was in real trouble.

"Fine, turn all the adventurers but the dungeon squad to the factory! We're completely understaffed!

"You'd be more angry if you came to sign up for a secondment."

"As much as we want a secondment! Tell me you can't do this for a while!

At the headquarters of the Magical Schenker Group in Central Town, our lead slave chicken was staffed while flying a

You've come to a tough time with what you've invited.

"Thank you for waiting, sir."

"No, I'm sorry. In a tough time."

I'm a little scared to mention an extra job on a chicken that's completely eye-sitting due to the busy times around here these days, but I guess I don't have to start talking about it.

"I'm talking about personnel, not enough, right?

"It's not enough! You can't put in all the kids who want to make money back on holiday, there's usually a hole in the business."

It's tingling...... looks like gunpowder on the verge of explosion.

There's a thick bear under the chicken's eyes, she's definitely the worst thing I've ever seen in this case.

"So I'm actually thinking about hiring some housewives from the factory neighborhood on a temporary basis."

"Oh, do whatever you want with that"

"Helpful, it seems there are a lot of women looking for work unexpectedly, and I've had a lot of inquiries."

"Don't use it too cheaply."

"I'll do exactly as the market says."

The chicken that just looked a little more energized with that story, speaking of which, what did you do today? and asks, stirring the coffee with a spoon.

Because you keep struggling with her, let's go as short as we can.

"Actually, I'm going to need manpower in my research soon, and I'm going to buy a lot of slaves here."

"That must be! I just... don't have enough quarters. I think there's a limit to about fifty extra people even if I have a two-person room in the dorm that I own right now."

I really think our organization has chicken around this kind of information coming out without looking at any material.

I sent her regenerative magic with thanks.

"Actually, I've been talking to the town chairman about that for a long time, and I'm thinking of buying a house around this Schenker Avenue. I have money and connections now."

"That's good, how many houses do you buy?

The look on the chicken's face has also become a lot softer as to whether the good story of the economy and regenerative magic have worked.

All right, all right, follow me.

"All"

"Huh?"

"Might be step-by-step, but I'll buy it all eventually"

The chicken says, "Huh?" It solidified with the expression I said.

Even though it just solidifies, his left hand rolls over the paper and his right hand holds the pen tightly.

That's a pretty good way to finish this guy, too.

"Buy up all this land and stretch the building up. Break down all the bungalows and replace them with five-story apartments"

"Mann... what is it?

"Apartments are big, expensive, two-story longhouses that we have now. We can use the land effectively to grow capacity."

"That sounds like a lot of work and money."

Even so, I keep calculating something with my hands.

"Well, I guess I'll make ten or so."

"Ah, ten buildings"

"About ten rooms on the ground floor, I guess. I want a family of four big enough to live in."

"Humph, are there ten buildings for two hundred people..."

Chicken's hand stopped.

I put the pen down, loosened my face, which was solidified with a stunned look, and put my head on.

"Um, that's..."

"Yeah."

"It's totally different than before, isn't it?"

"Yeah."

"Base or town, right?"

"Right."

"Haha, is it Schenker Town"

"Well, maybe I can put it that way."

"... No, no, no! Don't say sarah!?

"You can't help it, when people get together, it's going to be a town. Anyway, I'm totally understaffed, so I'll be buying a man's slave in the future, too, thanks for the management!

I stood up, saying what I had to say.

Time is limited.

We need to go to the slave traders to request an urgent purchase soon.

"No, wait! There's not enough managerial staff!

We're gonna be busy from now on.

Both Schenker and Turkiiba will take advantage of this dungeon meat case to change dramatically.

"So take the stage! At least wait till Dillen gets back!

Yes, more of this ancestor will also require new entertainment.

I was planning to build a grand theatre on a luxury route, but I might as well build a building with a small theatre that would do a comedy for the common people.

Turkiiba new comedy, what do you think?

"Please, buy lots of knowledge slaves too! I just need to be able to calculate!

"Wow!! Mr. Chicken! Why are you clinging to your husband's hips?

"How dare you?"

"Something like that happens to me."

"I'm a goat, paper's rice"

"It's just a little dull."

Pass through the doorway of the corpsed Schenker headquarters regenerating magic all night and overwork and take to the powerful spring breeze blowing Schenker Avenue.

Young people are running around there, sword-wielding adventurers eagerly praying to the earthly dragon god.

I could see the Schenker slaves pushing their luggage cars loaded with sausage crates like mountains in the distance.

The town seems to be shaking in a commotion that started without my thoughts.

But I can't help what's happened anymore.

If I'm the one taking responsibility anyway, I'll just do my best to see what happens.

Looking up at the sky, the clouds move to blow away.

The dust and dust brought in by the wind strokes the head of the chicken that was clinging to my feet.

To Turkiiba, there was a strong, strong wind.