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

With spring Thanksgiving approaching, Turkiiba was still gushing with dungeon meat enthusiasm (bubbles).

The Magical Schenker Group headquarters, which is usually the point of contact for dispatching personnel, is now on the contrary ruined by people who have come looking for work on meat factories and loading jobs.

No response has yet been received from the military headquarters for our meat, but a colorful reply was received from the Army garrison near Turkiiba saying, "If you have a consolidated number, you can buy it".

Now I'm in a state of sending sausages full of carriages for evaluation and waiting for the other decision.

Well, that's how the business is doing in part, but of course there are a lot of parts that aren't going well.

We're short on talent.

Due to the sudden expansion of the business, it has become completely impossible for organizations of the size they have maintained to cover their operations.

It's almost a deathmarch state, which has also forced a great deal of hard work on the chicken in the head of practice.

Then the only way to solve the problem is to pull the workforce from somewhere, right?

Now at Schenker's headquarters, its workforce candidates were hitting each other with momentum sticking out on the road outside.

When I told him to collect as many as he wanted, he said that enough slaves had gathered to not fit into the slave traders for what had happened, and the old slave trader's grandfather Perseus had specially brought him this far.

It's just so painful and dull that I'm going to stop, and it's more stirring than from a red-faced boy to a jizzy one foot into a coffin that looks like it.

"We looked forward to this day of autumn when this Perseus, Lady Sawadi, of both sexes, would seek slavery without distinction of status"

"You're exaggerating. But you've often gathered numbers in such a short period of time, I wonder if you've been lucky."

"It's not like that. We've been gathered here for years, waiting for Lord Sawadi's call."

"Huh? They've been slaves for years, right?

A slave is basically something that is taken to a place where it can be sold if it cannot be sold for a certain period of time.

It was a strange story to wait for years.

"This Perseus, for this hour of the day, I kept the slave of the man whom I think this is. Some others have cut their savings and waited for Sawadi to buy them with the support of their relatives, so..."

"Phew, that's a thankful story, but if you could afford that, you should have been treated. Some of them will take it from about ten pieces of gold."

There are also regenerative wizards of civilians living in the city well (because of it) who can't be noblemen and don't even go to war, they don't bother to become slaves.

"Dear Sawadi, ten pieces of gold is the kind of money that you spend years saving by feeling like bringing fire to your nails for the civilian population. And the wizard has his arms up and down and feels good and bad about the day."

"I don't know."

"That's what it is. Five years ago, when you went to buy a lean Centaur, the trust that you developed in the meantime gathered these men's reputation."

"That's nice to be trusted, but some of you have eaten a lot of years. Can you work?

"Well done. You asked. In fact, today's eye-catching products are the men of this ancient strong man."

"No, I mean old strong or jizzy..."

Sometimes it's like you can't stand up with your face obviously obscured or something, are you sure you're okay?

Perseus slapped his toothless grandfather on the shoulder with his gray hair stretched to his shoulder, who was at the front, ignoring me in confusion.

"First of all this person, but he is a member of the family order of the former Baron Etios family. Baron, I was spared time to cut you off, but I came to you with a heart attack and a rumor from Sawadi."

My toothless grandfather is a yo-yo, but he's definitely standing up shaky and eye-catching.

"If you are going to use chicken as a family order or housekeeper in the future, systematic knowledge is a must. You should let this person educate you."

"Well, educator, the idea was missing"

Perseus struck his hand and impressed me. He turned to me satisfied, and the next thing I knew, he pulled his hairless grandfather's hand and brought him in.

The grandfather, who is very blind, still doesn't look like he was kidding, and stands firm as a tattooed young man.

"This is the concealment of a hardware inquirer in Ruefma. She asked the wizard for treatment once, but it didn't seem to work. There is no shortage of practical experience, number of places"

"Yeah, good people"

Nii and Perseus, with a beastly grin, next summoned a brunette middle-aged man with caned eyes.

The body's half shriveled thin and small, but the other half sharp as a sharp blade.

I still had a strange sense of balance that made me feel unstable while standing on one leg and wand.

"I'm a martial arts artist, although I was blowing a grand jubilee when I was passing through the martial arts. I bought a more masterful tongue than a martial arts arm because he was quite a skillful jubilee."

"Phew, but I think we're gonna have a problem"

The man shook his shoulder in my words, but we don't need a troublemaker.

Perseus lifted only one side of his mouth thinly, placing his right hand against his chest and slapping the man on the back with his left hand.

"Don't worry, this Perseus. I haven't blunted my eyesight yet. This man will surely be of service to Sawadi."

"Well, if the slave trader Perseus says so much, he might be reliable on the contrary."

I've been dating this grandfather for a long time, too, and if you say you need him, maybe this legal helix is the man I need.

Then again, Perseus introduced one old man after another and the middle aged to the central instant combat talent.

Just to be honest, my background is full of amazing people.

Family orders, merchants, butlers, building beams, cooks, teachers, craftsmen, blacksmiths, if you just need a job in your hand, there are other guys like mountains who seem to be able to do their job.

Hey, I knew you were completely different in color from the slaves of the women you've bought so far.

"Men are what they work for, women are what they grow. It's the men's job to support the city. So the mainstream of slavery is also in the men. If you continue to serve us, we'll show you as many as you want."

"No, thank God. I'm counting on you. You can ride all the slaves you've been feeding."

Grandpa said, "Is it Master Left?" What a powerful grin.

I'm scared to borrow something weird from you!

I can trust you, but I can't bottom-up just a little bit. With the danger, that was the slave trader Perseus.

He traded contracts, paid the price, imprinted constraints with demonic props, treated them quickly, and then handed the slaves over to the chickens.

I am strictly demanding that you obey the seniors of Schenker, so for now, you will obey our women.

Once you've settled down, you can do a full course of recruit training and gradually deepen your rapport with an event or something.

It's a Schenker emergency at this time, both on the corner and on the corner, and the slaves will have to put up with some grievances and grievances.

"But thank you so much for today. Thanks for your help. It's about your grandfather who hears such impotence."

Finish the big deal and thank Perseus again for finishing counting the gold coins.

He must be making a lot of money too, but it's also true that I'm a big help.

"No, it's not unscrupulous. As I said earlier, I've been waiting for this day for five years."

"What, so merchants have to be able to preface that much?

"Rather than prepending, I am certain"

He said that like a grunt, in a strange way like he'd never seen before.

"What do you mean?

From Perseus, which is strange how things are going, words like monologues returned rather than answers to questions.

"Dear Sawadi, Turkiiba is the third son of the Schenker family."

"Hmm?"

His old, shimmering eyes seemed to stare at something bigger than mine.

"If you get a little older, you'll (...) grow a mustache (...) You won't (...), you'll look great"

Even though I wondered to say such a joke as if I were pleading, this is how I returned it.

"Oh, my God."

I'm noble.

Cleanliness is a top priority.

I don't care about the mustache.

Of course, there are quite a few teachers who are keeping them alive, but it would be something of a businessman for a newcomer like me to store something like that like that.

Was it still a mild joke, Perseus, who looked weak in my reply, left behind only a nihil grin.

Come on, we've got more manpower, but we've got a pile to do.

Attaches people to research, chores, management, and treatment.

Busy isn't going to change me or my slaves, is it?

A few days after I bought a lot of slaves, it was just a little bit of a calm holiday.

A small orchestra (band) was spreading the instrument in the entrance hall of the Sleira mansion, which was built with wide intervals for the nobility.

The main orchestra is going to Wang Capital, so Fuko today is a second orchestra, usually a part-time performer who gathers for festivals and events when he's doing another job.

I was asking them and the musicians to practice the song for Laura, who had grown up and couldn't easily go outside.

Of course that's not all, today I'm also planting a surprise for Laura to sing for.

It's a shitty way that I couldn't have done it in my last life, but in this world, it's normal to give songs and poems.

"But you've got a bunch of private orchestras. How dare you, Kim Man-chan himself?"

"Do you hate this kind of thing, the wife of that golden nobleman?

"I don't like things that have passed, but I don't hate fun"

Laura is also taking a rhythm as she watches her werewolf daughter quickly play banjo-like instruments with capos on with electroluminescent fire picking.

The musicians who came to us a few months ago were also apparently immersed in a tavern in the area and studying local music after their recent spare time.

What the orchestra is doing now was not Wangdu-style or troupe-style songs that use more brass instruments, but cluttered and bright songs played with simple strings, whistles, daily necessities, etc. rooted in this land.

Of course not all the songs the musicians made me do, I also got a lot of famous songs from the area that are classic in the taverns around here.

"You heard this song at the festival," Laura also seems happy.

The servants of the museum also switched between jobs and came to listen instead, and my turn came when I did about 10 songs.

Standing in front of the band When I said, "Let me sing for you," the servants who were listening to the performance behind Mr. Laura slapping their hands with joy raised their voices.

I wonder if all the two of them have gone to the back and brought back a cook or a maid of honor, Grandma Mion or something.

It's a lot of pressure, but you can't do this in the light.

When I wonder if the violin-like instrument has started playing a delicate prelude, the whole band starts to drive moist and mellow about two bars late.

Even though the tune sounds country, I feel like a soul singer.

"My sweet honey, you're like a chicken leg floating in the night sky. Come on."

My back is pushed by a bouncing base, and I put my thoughts on a poem to tell Laura.

"Without you, oh, I ha, no air, no river fish. ♪ Keep your mouth pounding ♪ I'm drowning ♪"

That's crazy.

The cooks are pulling in the back.

"Your golden hair. Huh. Golden sugar to grow tooth decay. ♪ Not in mountain formations. ♪ Brilliant mica. ♪"

That, the maids and Mion women also shake their heads and go back to the back.

Oh, that's crazy.

Did you pay attention for the two young people?

There's no point in my poetry, is there?

I've been retaken by musicians over and over again...

It was me who managed to sing it off with a bad feeling, but the musicians were looking down and dropping, and the daughters of the orchestra laughed bitterly.

No, no, no, no.

to, was my taste a little too pointy when I was born in the twenty-first century?

Well, let's be good because Laura praised me later for "That's a unique poem".

Feelings like this matter.

It's a feeling, a feeling.