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

In a hot breeze blowing baby crying summer, Turkiiba was about to be reborn with a roar.

The meat factory, which has been enlarged by additions to the building, is heavily populated with people, and the road that leads from the factory to the outside of the city is congested by carriages with products to ship.

That and this happened after the Army garrison near Turkiiba officially decided to introduce our products.

It seems that fresh and extremely refrigerated peony meat shipped from us and arrived within that day, as well as sick sausages refined with four herbs, caught the stomach of the soldiers gutted, and delivery just increases daily.

For once there are other avenues of meat sales, but there is no doubt that the military will continue to be the best customer.

But, well, I don't care about that.

Just leave it to the chickens.

This past summer, I was obsessed with parenting.

"Ho ho...... ho ho ho!!!

"Huh... Huh!!!

"What is it? What is it? My boobs are... not wet ~, my boobs... I just drank them. Because it's hot ~"

When I make him my oldest son in a shaking cage and my brother Noah cries, I make him my oldest daughter to resonate with it and my sister Lax starts crying.

It's strange that twins are the perfect time to be hungry, pee, yeah, or rather cry for some reason.

I can't say either that we're getting through to each other, or that my neighbor's brother or sister simply fishes us out.

Grandma Mion put a little flying dragon maker's torf on her head. She says she's got her hands on it, but let me take care of her while she's at home.

"Weren't you supposed to show your face to Schenker today?

Laura came back for a drink when she was whining at the twins who cried if I were a hobby.

Putting her long hair together in a cygnon, she wears a shirt dedicated to allowing her front to be opened at any time for breastfeeding.

I won't show you any of that bareback, even though you'll be tired of giving me boobs in the morning and evening when I'm prompted.

After all, military men have different things.

"I'll be there, I'll be there, but it won't be long."

"It's noon, it's time for Noah and Lax to take a nap."

"That's right."

Unlike Laura, who's on postnatal leave, I can't stay home on weekdays at work.

Can you let me stay with you for a little while longer?

But ruthlessly, Laura lifted the twins and pulled them into the bedroom.

I was left behind and headed to the headquarters of my own Magical Schenker Group.

"Lord Chicken, you have a slightly different format here. Also, the rhetoric in this part is a little less elegant, please refer to the item in the seasonal greeting in the book I gave you in the meantime"

"No, but this paperwork is an inward contact..."

"Don't, whether you're inwardly or outwardly, think that the document you put out once is something that will be embellished in your forehead. It's too late for someone to shrug my leg."

"Ha..."

Early on when I came to Schenker headquarters, I came across a disgusting place where the chicken was packed by the educator's grandfather.

This, the former Baron Family Order grandfather Leonard, who came to us the other day, is a bloodthirsty teacher who started bishibashi training his family order candidate chicken the day his body healed.

It doesn't mean I'm going to be tough, but it makes me feel weird to see people preaching.

"Uh, Leonard, can I borrow your chicken?

"Oh dear Sawadi, are you there? Of course you are."

Then my grandfather, who is rude and beautifully thankful to leave the room, is cheerful and hazy as a lie the other day when he sees Yobo Yobo.

Many other old men came in besides Leonard, but for some reason the grandfathers all became darkless and powerful after treatment, I wonder why.

"Shame on you..."

"No, no, the chicken's doing great. It's tough being an educator."

"Apart from Mr. Leonard, I give Kaoru to all sorts of people, but you still have a completely different number of places you've stepped on..."

"Never mind, chickens have had the experience of starting this organization with the pickles. We can get past the monsters soon."

"Oh, thank you"

"So, what's it like?

"Profits are good last month. It depends on the Schenker Town construction plan, but if you stay put, you won't have to wait until next year to pay off the debt of the theatre."

"It's okay."

After all, good things. Money is a dunch when you can get in the flow of national policy.

My associate professor's salary and tonnage, in terms of net profit.

I was surprised to try to get paid too, but going to some post as a nobleman suddenly makes the state pay better.

That's the same amount of hard money people use to make, just because they're studying in the lab, they get a pong.

The reason why all sorts of people used to say "How to Make Minute Money" with half a laugh was 16 summers that I finally understood as a real feeling.

That said, if we get this far, it's got to be a good earner as a side business!

I'm not stopping yet.

"It is a rental house rented for the lord, but so far the dissatisfaction has not risen. Some of them had brawls, broken walls and other damage."

"Hmm, I knew the guy there was rough. You might have to reposition it if it's going to take longer."

"Once the Senior Citizens Association advised me, 'You can create a punishment unit'..."

"Punishment? Oh, you mean letting someone who doesn't listen do a tight job or something? Not bad. So."

"I'll do that, then"

This time, we have more people at once. Do you have one or two rubbing problems?

But it's a tight job...

Do you want me to dig a hole and fill it... No, you can't be unproductive.

"Uh, how about you stop drinking, quit smoking, even make a no-night factory with a qualitative meal and wrap it up there? It's like a sanitarium, and by the time you get out, you're gonna be grown up."

"You can't let someone who can't keep discipline do a dangerous job, and I know it's a good idea."

Chicken wrote something down in her desk notebook as she pinched the elbow part of the shiny setup with an azure color.

But this guy, I've never seen him in the same clothes lately, is he rich enough?

"Has the chicken herself been in any trouble lately?

"Oh, no, especially... is it about hot at night"

"You work nights, too?

Chicken smiles bitterly at my words and tells me I've been resting properly at night lately.

It does look like the neighborhood under your eyes is gone, but let's do some regenerative magic for once.

"I bought cloth and made my own clothes, but when it's hot like this, it's troubling to say that it doesn't progress."

"Heh - did you make those clothes yourself?

"This is different. I can't make anything that I can still wear outside, so I'm making bedtime clothes."

"Phew."

After a few chats afterwards, I treat those with summer colds and injuries before heading to the kitchen where I have errands.

The kitchen smelled good enough to tell from the outside, and my belly rang ghoulishly, having been obsessed with the twins since morning and eating nothing.

"I've been waiting for you, I'm confident of today's ~"

"Oh, you're looking forward to it."

I was greeted in the kitchen by a chef, Sealy with pink hair, and her auxiliary presence, Hunt with green hair.

The food is lined up on the desk, and the good smell rises from it.

Of course it's not a regular dish, it's a dish made with soy sauce and miso that the Centaur pickles brought back from the north the other day.

I can't cook well with hometown condiments.

I'm just passing on as much knowledge as I can remember about menus like rice noodles and pork juice and taking stock from fish and using minori with sugar and honey in the white wine to try and make a lot of things.

The hitting rate is significantly lower so far, but, well, it's getting to a level that doesn't bother me when I think of it as a foreign Japanese restaurant.

Not enough to sell, but lots of soy sauce and miso, and I'm going to be tempered to develop this menu.

"This is what Sawadi said about the button pan, I took stock with bald bald dried mushrooms and shiitake mushrooms - seasoned with yu and miso"

"It's okay."

"Uho."

"Oh, you, is that Gene?

"Uhohoho."

The little gorilla of demon crystal interchangeable demon making that I had kept with Hunt to study the self-budding of demon making made me carry it and bring me a dish to pick it up.

Speaking of which, are these guys, like, a year after they were born already...

I'm looking at the report that's been filed once, but I think you might want to take a look at it over here on the machine.

"Hunt, this guy's gonna bring us in the day after tomorrow, 'cause he's gonna bring us to school."

"What!? Um, Gene... are you going to kill me?

She embraced the gorilla with a ghoulish look and hugged her tightly.

What the hell kind of image do they have of me?

"No, no, it's a regular check-up. He's another year old, too."

"Oh, what... good"

He looks horrible, but he won't let go of the gorilla.

Well, if we lived together for a year, we'd have a lot of love.

From people who don't know about robots and programs, demon-crystal interchangeable demon-making would look like a demon-crystal-eating creature.

Anyway, that's why I'm keeping it in my fishmonger's loin. I'll bring the kitten and the puppy I'm keeping in the chicken, too, I'll have to stop by the chicken again later.

"Come on, come on, Master Sawadi, before it gets cold"

"Yeah."

Sealy served me the contents of the pan on the plate, so I quickly put my mouth on the juice.

The oil from the labyrinth of pork melts out and tastes delicious, somewhat like pork juice.

I feel the taste of miso and soy sauce in the back, and I want to eat white rice violently.

Yeah, thinly sliced meat is soft and delicious, too.

How about vegetables?

Try lifting the larger cut, gobbly vegetables with chopsticks.

Green and muscular...... broccoli stem I guess?

"That's celery."

"Ce, celery..."

"There are other kinds of vegetables for young corn, like bell peppers, right?

"This is a unique combination..."

When I roamed the baby corn with the celery, the taste of the combination I had never eaten spread in my mouth.

It doesn't taste bad, but it doesn't taste bad...

Cooking is hard.

I felt somewhat uninterrupted and flattened the pan before leaving the dining room behind.

When I went outside, people were talking in front of Schenker headquarters.

Because I'm now stopping for a staffing assignment and it's become a road seldom passed by carriages, my slaves seem to occupy the road and do whatever they want with each one.

It's fine because we have control, but I'm somewhat dazzled by the chaos that reminds me of pedestrian heaven in my previous life.

There's a guy who lays a colorful cloth on the road and sits on top of it and sells things like a handmade jar or a Centaur shaped piggy bank.

It's already tough to have the one that sees that product, the one that's pricey, the one that's drunk and falls asleep on the cloth, and the one that's fallen asleep.

Next door is a bunch of amateur plays wearing costumes like colored hemp bags on a stage made side by side with wooden crates, and the lead birdman raises his knight's name in a bare voice with a scoop.

Oh, the savings are totally different.

Across the slope, some group of housewives called in as they stirred up a large pot of home-cooked food.

In the immediate vicinity, while drinking the home-cooked dish, Osama, who looks free, falls asleep with a woman who looks free as well.

Lay about Goza!

And in front of the company of the gods of the earthly dragon, there are a lot of adventurers in the tunnel, and around it, there are liquor and skewer-roasted stalls aimed at them, and beside them, irregular musical teams play good music to earn change.

It was like I was lost in a different space.

It's a busy day like a festival, even though it's nothing.

Everyone looks somewhat familiar in their faces, they all seem to be people with ties to the Schenkers.

There's no difference between a man and a woman in these guys who go out and talk to each other intimately, and some of them look like hot couples walking in arms.

Honestly, I was worried about the colors, but the confusion caused by a man entering our organization didn't seem that great.

Most of them adapt well and look like they're doing well so far.

Especially this time, because Perseus seems to have brought together specially competent guys, which in that sense must have had a good impact on the organization.

In fact, since the arrival of the sophisticated grandfather slaves, the Magical Schenker Group and the organizations around it have become a stone's throw.

The problem is that we don't have enough middle management, but midterm management is chronically lacking anywhere.

Even though it wasn't enough in Japan, this world with low literacy rates and rough humans, then it's natural to run out of extra.

We have to wait for people to grow up with all this, so let's be steadfast and temperamental.

A voice who knew me well stopped me as I solidified my fists and began to follow my path with determination.

"Boy! Aren't you Sawaddy Boy!

I turned my face as bright red as my bright red hair, it was a fishmonger's loin.

She's grinning with her sharp dog teeth stripped out, inviting her forcefully over here.

Next to it, a mensch-like figure of the Scales clan was poking around to lean against a crate instead of a table.

"Come on, you smell like booze."

"That smells like alcohol because you're drinking."

"If you drink anything, you'll crush your menthi."

"This is the booze that's been popular lately."

Saying, a loin shaking a bottle of distilled liquor about 40 degrees.

That's just shochu.

"Pour this guy side by side in a glass and squeeze a piece of lemon, why salt..."

"Uh, uh,"

No liquor in the cup at all, my high-looking trousers are numb.

I received a liquor bottle from the loin, poked the pour into a half-cut lemon and magically froze it and covered it.

I drank too much, who'd think I'd be cured if I broke my body?

"What are you doing, boy, can't you drink?"

"Stop it now, I'll give you some luxury."

"Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Okay."

Roth cleverly stands a jar of shochu over the head of the mench poking at the crate, walking ahead with the red tosaka fluttering to the left to the right.

This guy didn't have one arm and one eye at first, did he?

I didn't have a rehabilitation specialist like I do now, and my regenerative magic was immature, so I rehabilitated on a lame menu every day.

I wish I had failed to wield the cutlass and halved my head Tosaka, my young husband from a South Town merchant gave me a horse for Roth, a fight with Menchi and a broken bone.

Think about it, we've been dating longer too.

Five or six years... if you're already in elementary school, you're involved in living about enough time to graduate.

"Hey, Roth."

"What do you want? Liquor after all?"

"Next time, bring the pickles and Sealy to us. Son and daughter, hold him."

"What? What is it? Suddenly"

"... no, let me teach the kids something called early drunkenness."

"Something about it! I'm a good drunk!

I smiled back bitterly at Roth, who said with a laugh.

Me and these guys aren't friends, but they're definitely the ones I spent a third of my life with over here.

I don't know why, but even though I do know it's an edge that doesn't affect my career as a wizard... I was kind of tempted to connect the kids to this edge.