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

Water brilliant, solar flaming summer.

The time has come to open the pool before it gets really hot again this year.

The slaves struggled to make it for me last summer. It was among the planned theatre construction sites, and except in the summer, it had released the fish and freed it as a leisure fishing hole.

That's a good reputation, and after everyone tried as leisure all the way through, they had tremendous support from a few fishing kitties.

But the pool will still only be used as a pool.

Cold water, floating minds, remarkable swimsuits, and all summer love.

It's none of my business, but if you're going to cry about opening a pageant later, you better stick with nature.

I'm going to actively hire you if there's ever going to be an event, so take advantage of it.

Anyway, aspirations gathered today to clean moss accumulated in the pool in the morning.

Place a warm magic water bottle at the end of the pool and keep running water, even rubbing it with a brush.

There are no number of brushes that everyone gathered can work with, so the work itself is alternated, and the rest of the face is banquet for everyone.

By the pool, a number of labyrinth pigs and birds were passed through whole skewers and baked as they were glued around on charcoal fires installed in various places.

"Ugh!! Meat!!

"Not yet! Still baking!"

"You can go now! Let me eat!

"You guys eat that iron plate meat over there! This pig is my responsibility to make it delicious! Scatter! Scatter!

The attack on the guy entrusted with the whole roasted meat and the guys after it is carried out everywhere, and the white blade of the knife protruding into the restraint reflects the guilla and the sun.

The ones who don't stick to the whole grill were making a crowd around the iron plates managed by the tiger cat tribe Iska who bought the BBQ service and left.

"To! To!

"All you can eat meat, is this heaven!

It's nothing. I'm supposed to be eating it from time to time about meat, but every time peony or chicken shipped directly from the meat factory is put on an iron plate, there's a lot of cheer.

Middle and high school students or you guys!

It's like I didn't even feed you.

Shut up, it's hot, the pool you're cleaning stinks, can you stay like this!

I'll let you go home to the twins!

I quickly finished fixing the place that needed fixing, and I said goodbye to the pearly peapoets, and I just got home.

"Ab, ab"

"Buh."

"I'm fine, I'm good with my hands and feet butterflies."

Only a few weeks after birth, the twins were moving around on their beds.

Your brother Noah has dark hair and his sister Lax has blonde hair, so I hope it's easy for a zero-year-old to understand.

It's a hot summer, but you two seem in a good mood with the wind from the fan I made.

I made a total mobilization of knowledge of the magic props I learned for my job. It was authentic, even with a head swing function and a timer, and my daughter-in-law was well received by the servants of the grate mansion.

Big propeller with oak sharpening turns buzzing around at low speeds is cool for the purpose I've seen too.

I make about six and use four at the Mansion, so maybe I can make the rest a gift.

Speaking of which, in the capital, we have a salon for you.

Laura, who was reading the paperwork in an euthanasia chair, said in a delightful voice to me that she had pinched Noah's puffy feet and let go.

"Salon? What is it? It"

"It's a social place, the soldiers treated by you."

"Heh, so you're saying that Mr. Reese and Viscount Fluda, who are now being treated, are going to that club too?

"It's a salon. Not everyone treated by you is here. [M] Veterans I love in my spare time are comforting me with boredom following the new edge."

It's like a network of wounded servicemen, I guess.

The treatment of four people a month is limited because of the limited number of rooms in this mansion, but I still don't know if I can afford to be vacant in bed.

People rarely come back to being like dead trees like they used to...

I know that young people, Osama, grandpa, and women are all at risk of getting rid of their demons if they're on the front line.

I haven't even received any money from Laura lately.

In the end, if I'm the only one who can fix it, I'm stuck telling you that's what I'm supposed to do.

I guess the punishment for helping someone within reach.

"The name of the salon is swinging..." The Moving Corpse Club. "

"What the hell, that's a mess"

It was a ridiculously masochistic name that made me laugh by accident.

But I also feel somewhat of a bottomless brightness.

Yeah, I liked it.

A moving corpse, that's fine.

The life I picked up is with me and Laura, make sure you sing it to the end.

Sir, the Schenkers are here.

"Whoa, whoa, there you are."

"Well, let's go"

"Noah, Lax, do it like this."

"Bu..."

"Ah."

I take Noah, and Laura takes Lax back to the front hall of the mansion.

Today, with our father and the slaves of the ancient ginseng, we are going to have the painter draw a collective picture.

In the entrance hall, our slaves in matching blazers and the painters waited immovably upright.

Well, Laura's here, too. Can't you keep up?

In the meantime, my father, who looked restless in his outfit, came and nodded small at me before lowering his head to Mr. Laura.

"Lord Laura, this time the sunshine is good..."

"No, no, don't be hard on me, my father-in-law. Be more comfortable with our parent-child patterns."

Ms. Laura slapped her father on the shoulder with her free left hand and offered her daughter, who held her right hand, "It's your grandson Lax, hold him".

I give instructions to the painter to labor the slaves who gathered me.

"Everybody's been here a lot today."

"You're going to introduce me to the young lady and the princess, and I'm going to make a run for it."

"Hey, Roth, your wife's here, too."

"Well, make it easier and easier"

Try to scratch between us talking and start sketching Noah's face, which is decent in front of the first time painters with paintboards see it.

Babies sleep and cry while they paint, so if you want to keep your face down, it means you're in a good mood.

"Is this Noah, she looks a lot like your husband?"

"Oh, you, you're dressed like something."

I fastened my upped hair with a golden hairpin, put on a grey trousers suit on my chained golden edge glasses, and gave Noah to a temperamental chicken wearing high heels polished like mirrors.

This guy is the first because he's the head of the clerk and the lead slave.

If the organisation is to be properly run, the sequence must be properly followed.

"'Cause you're not on your neck yet, yeah, hold him so his head doesn't move."

"Young lady, it's a chicken ~"

"Bu?"

"Okay, okay, next time you're a mentor, it's hard not to turn them all around while you're in the mood, so let's go crisp"

"Yes."

Mench seems to have been wearing gloves with care, but even the Scales don't have to worry because they don't have scales on the inside of their hands.

"Dear O'Noah, I am a mentor. It's warm."

"Oh, Yabe, Noah, you look like you."

"What?"

I said, "I'm sorry, but I'm a baby, so I don't have to."

"No, yes......"

"Hi-hi, you're in luck."

Roth is laughing and putting his fingers together in a weird shape.

Is it like engacho?

Our maid came in a hurry, so I asked Noah, and the protagonist of the cuddle switched to my sister Lax.

"Are you a princess?"

"Don't shake me up, I'll cry when I wake up"

"I know."

Roth, who was holding Lax with a handful he was quite used to, handed her straight to the Centaur pickle.

Pickles received Aww and Lax and immediately made a pass to Bongo the Birdman with a handle like handling a treasure.

Centaur is a bit anxious because the power of the vegetables is in the wrong digits.

"................................. meh..."

Bongo put his face close to Lax's stomach and smelled cum, sniffing his nose with satisfaction.

A dog or you.

The next received pink-haired cook, Sealy, peeks into Shiatsu Lax's face and passes to Hunt, the cook's green hair as well.

"Babies are adorable"

Recently married Hunt says that with a mellow face, but I'm afraid of the unmarried Sealy face next door staring at that face...

After all, is a woman's friendship an abomination?

Shall I introduce Sealy to someone appropriate, too, or no, shouldn't I turn my mind extra?

Grandma Mion, who had refrained, received the rax from Hunt and graciously pulled it into the back.

I'm sorry to hear about today's lead.

From now on, adults have to be models of paintings in immovable positions.

I don't know what else to do, but sitting in front of the painters in line for hours was a stiff shoulder.

Oh, I wonder if someone could develop a photo machine...

It was one night.

The maid woke me up in a blast of sleep, taking care of the twins.

"We need chicken from the Schenker family"

"Heh? Is something wrong?"

Thank the maid with the neck hanging, weave her jacket and head to the entrance hall.

Laura, in her jacket as well, yawns and follows her back.

My jacket has a wide range of knives hanging like Nata, and I'm willing to do it at all times.

After all, the military is unconscious.

"I apologize for calling you late at night"

In the entrance hall he waited with a chicken and a formal courtesy for the couple with the baby to kneel down and raise their hands.

"What's up, chicken?

"This slave Bunko and his husband said he had a favor to ask of your husband. I brought you here."

"Right, Bunco, what's up?

"Many fears have come to your husband for a favor."

Just say it.

Bunco glanced at her husband next door and said in a trembling voice.

"I don't care what happens to me and my husband. Therefore, I would like you to make this son your husband's slave..."

The listed babies look so sick at a glance that they don't know if they can make it to the morning.

I felt like I got hit in the head with a hammer.

Well, this is what happens.

I never even thought about it, but you do.

I immediately cast regenerative magic on the baby.

His face, which turned bright red and seemed to suffer, became calm and his rough breath seemed calm.

Once the couple and chicken have the same regenerative magic, it would be grand if they had their bad disease.

"I'll forget about tonight, you guys go home right now."

"Yes...... no thank you"

"Thank you, I will never forget to thank you!

"Chicken stays"

The couple with the baby walked out the front door with their heads bowed many times and melted into the darkness outside.

A year and a little after our slaves started getting married.

... Was that (...) fulfilled, the first baby?

Long ago, I wonder if there was a dead baby.

Maybe a little while back I wouldn't have cared if I had said one of the smart things about 'People die when they're born'.

That was hard on me right now.

I know I can't save everyone, and I know I'm perfectly sorry.

Still, I couldn't get that baby's painful face off my head.

"I guess this is on me."

Laura, who was next door, breaded my back! I slapped him.

"That's how it's your bad habit to try to carry everything in. People die, be it near you or not. Even God can't take responsibility for that."

Is Laura Esper that much you can tell by that one word, or has she ever bothered with the same thing?

I just had a sore back.

I guess Laura is right.

No one can take responsibility for a person's death.

Not to mention that a slave child is part of something that goes beyond even my duties.

But maybe this is the source of regret.

Even if there is nothing I can do or nothing to blame, I will generally regret thinking later that I was able to do so at that time.

That's who I am.

I still dream about the regrets of my last life and sometimes I jump up in the middle of the night.

On top of this, can you even carry the regrets of this life!

Untrained have dreams, but regret is a dangerous thing that can kill people.

In the end, we'll have to do it!

"Chicken, how can I keep my child from dying? I hope you don't get more of my work."

The chicken thought only a little and pressed up the bridge of glasses before answering.

"... well, I heard that there is a huge hospital in Wang Du that is also available to civilians"

"Hospital, hospital..."

That's fine, but I want to make sure it leads to something else anyway...

All right, let's let the kids study so they can get more doctors.

That would reduce my work somewhat in the future.

"Let Osama, the Dark Doctor who bought it before, open a hospital, and you can have an infusion of potion."

"Lord Offiyukas, I see."

"Put a few young and desirable disciples, I want more doctors"

"Yes."

"And if the slaves with children are in trouble, you can keep them during the day, and I want to make them school in the future"

"That's wonderful."

"I'll pay for the operating funds and potions for the moment, if you're slaves or their children, see them for free. And..."

Looking at Laura for a moment, she was laughing with a windy face that she had no choice.

Right, after all, this must be who I am.

Speaking of reason, there's no need to feel more responsible for slaves than you need to.

But how many times will you be reborn to a noble human being who can live by reason alone?

"If the doctor can't fix it, he can't help it... bring the kid anytime. Because I don't make you a slave."

"Yes, sir."

Somehow, I felt my shoulders get heavy with my pants.

Right now, not only the slave, but that kid's life totally got on my back.

But you're gonna have to.

"Now if you'll excuse me."

After the crisp walked away and the chicken left, I walked out of the front door to the garden with a stubble.

It was midnight, but I smelled good grilled chicken from somewhere.

Clarify your ears, and laugh like an adventurer or some kind of idiot from afar.

Easy guys, they're gonna cry.

"Fuck you -!!

I barked into darkness in Japanese.

A wind involving sand blew through his feet, and the twins cried from the house.