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

Me and my wife were in trouble in the city of Turkiiba in the harsh summer sun.

It's good to have gotten a letter from my daughter Opika who works as a slave in this city and has traveled all the way to meet her at a glance...

Ever since I got inside and came to the boulevard, I've been overwhelmed by the city's too busy.

A well-built carriage loaded with crates hitches like a mountain, and people start drinking and singing at daylight and clinging to something that looks delicious that I'm not sure about.

My country-born wife and I don't even know where the hell to go, confused by the liveliness of having Thanksgiving and Harvest Festival together.

I walked around here and there in a round-up of countrymen, and when I realized I'd missed it at lunch.

"Tolkiiba is a hard place to be."

"It's a lot of people, hey, where's Opika?

"Let's ask the people there already."

"Hey, there's so many people out there, I'm sure some of you know Ophika."

I decided to talk to a pig man who was reading a wallpaper nearby.

"What if"

"What a goat old man"

"I'm looking for a daughter who works in this city, don't you know a girl named Ophika?

"No, I don't know any Goats."

"Right."

"Where does your daughter work?

"Shenker works at home. That's right."

"Oh, well, the Schenker family factory is right over there. Go straight down this street and take the rampage right"

"I'm sorry for your kindness."

"Hey, thanks."

"No, no, I hope to see you soon"

I'm glad he's a good man.

Me and my wife just walked into that street from the boulevard and slowly walked down the end of the road.

The shops, people, and home decorations are all things I haven't seen since I was local, and I get excited for not being worthy of my age.

When I wondered if there was a group of adventurers full of women in red armor, a woman like a princess crossing a unicorn was pulled by her squire and passed by.

What a silver knight wearing a surcoat with an embroidered earthdragon all over his now misplaced back carrying a sword that was just dragging down the ground.

Wow, it's like the world of theatre I've heard about.

"You look amazing."

"Hey, sounds like a fairytale country"

"Isn't that the dish you saw on the boulevard earlier? Which, let's buy one."

"Don't be too expensive."

The stall that said 'hot dog' on the sign was done by a young girl by herself, letting her legs hang out on the chair in her spare time.

I don't know if it's because it's past dinner time or because there's something wrong with the taste.

"How much for one?

"There you are, three copper grains."

"Oh, well, then I guess I'll have one"

"Aye."

The girl put a demonic crystal like a stone grain into an iron plate shaped demon fixture and rolled a large sausage on top of it with a gollon.

Maybe I'll use this in half.

Even though it's just a city in a rich barn zone, it doesn't make it as cheap as meat.

"What about the tease?

"Do you normally call?

"That's popular. Lately, some customers say, 'Hot dogs have to be spicy, not hot dogs.'"

"Well, let me ask you a favor"

"Oh. Husband, maybe not this one? That's a little eastern."

Girl talks like that with a clever hand and a knife in an elongated bread, would I have been that strong in dialect?

"You know very well, I came out from near Hanaiela"

"Heh, my collection's out east. Somehow, you know."

She gave a quick thumbs up with a blossoming smile as she said so, she must be a lovely lover.

"But Hanaiela is no way near the king's capital, why bother to go to Turkiiba?

"I said near the king's capital that coming to Turkiiba and going to the king's capital are about the same distance, we are surrounded by dot countryside"

"Is that so?

I can't stop talking.

The clerk cleverly grabbed the baked sausage with two sticks and put it on the bread, serving it like a chopped pickle from the top, sprinkled with red and yellow sauce to draw waves throughout the bread.

"Dude, can you use this whole big sausage? Isn't that too much aside?

"Hmm? Oh, did my husband really just come to Turkiiba?

"That's right..."

"Now this city is a city of meat. Dungeon meat comes in like a mountain every day."

"Ha, of the dungeon..."

"You're my husband, so meat can be eaten cheaply at the Schenker stalls and shops."

"Ha, Schenker's..."

I can't see the story at all, why the meat from the dungeon goes out into the city, and why the Schenkers can be its former tighteners.

My wife pounded on my back that I was about to seriously think about.

"You're with the Schenkers."

"Oh well, let me ask you something"

"What?

"No, actually, we're here to see our daughter who works for the Schenker family, and I say opika, you know what?

"Is Ophika an Ophika from" Don't Get Lost "?

"Don't get lost...?

"Yeah, I'm talking about celebrities, having bird god protection..."

"Oh! That girl! How are you?

I don't even hear you catch a cold.

Good, it's a relief first.

But what does celebrity mean?

"Where should I go to see my daughter?

"There's a Magical Schenker Group headquarters on Schenker Avenue, so you should ask someone there called Mr. Chicken."

"Well, thank you"

"If you go that way, there's a central lookout, so you can cross it over to the other side and then ask people again"

The clerk pointed in the direction we came earlier.

I'm glad I stopped by this stall, I almost wasted my feet on it.

"Hey, thanks."

"I hope to see you soon."

I thank the stall clerk again and my wife and I return the way we came.

As I walked, I broke the hot dog in half and stuck with my wife.

Kind of spicy. That's big sausage gravy staining the bread, fragrant, and even half satisfying enough.

If I try to eat the same thing in our area, I might have to pay for half a copper coin.

"Oh, you, that guy is so full..."

"Hmm? Whoa! Wow, the adventurer."

I could see a man carrying a big spear of vermilion walking around with the same hot dog as us in a pile of arms.

These cheap, belly-filled meat dishes would be great for people who move well and eat well.

Eat well and get rid of the demons.

But it's simple as I am.

Is it because I found out my daughter is safe?

Until earlier, a city called Turkiiba, which I was somewhat anxious to walk, now seemed kind of asexually reliable.

"If you're an opic, I work for the hospital now"

At the headquarters of the Magical Schenker Group, Mr. Chicken, who was able to show and meet with a letter from Opika, was as vivid as the depths of a nobleman.

Her nails are painted orange, dressed in blue silk and her hair inner curled.

The daughter-in-law of our local chamber of commerce won't dress so well when she goes out to a night club.

"Hospitals, not pharmacies?

"Yes, we have a doctor in our house and your daughter is training there now to become a doctor"

"What, you mean, then our daughter will be a doctor in the future? You're a slave, aren't you?

Doctor's moves are secret moves that can be conveyed to the clan.

I heard you're letting me do this freely for you as a slave, but I can't believe our daughter is going to be a doctor's apprentice... did you even dowry?

"Every employee of our family is a slave."

"Then you too?

"That's right. Although, we all work properly paid, so it's very much the same as citizens."

There is no darkness in her face that grins and smiles.

What the hell kind of house is this called the Schenker family?

"This is an earlier question. It's up to your daughter to decide if she will live on the doctor's path, but for now, she will be able to complete her skills to the point where she can name a doctor."

"Ha ha..."

What kind of person learns a doctor's moves and does another job?

Hi, I've been having a headache with all the things I can't measure in my common sense since I've been in this city, can't I get a doctor to see this too?

"I will write to you today and tomorrow to give Opika a rest, so be sure to take a tour of the city. It's not a tourist destination, but there are a few interesting places to visit."

"Oh, thank you"

Mr. Chicken wrote a beautiful letter with a flowing hand and gave it to me by pressing a seal on the letter.

Hmm, you look about the same age as my daughter, but you're far more penetrating than me and you're so restless.

My wife and I left the scene behind.

I'm kind of worried about my daughter in a different way than before I came to Turkiiba.

You're not gonna have kids anymore, are you?

It was a large two-story building that Mr. Chicken's guide to the Schenker family brought me here.

There is a sign above the entrance to that building painted white that says' Doctor 'only.

From inside you can hear the little baby squeal, is this a decent hospital yet?

Come on in.

"Ha ha..."

"Excuse me."

When the conductor prompted me to go inside, the entrance hall at the waiting area was full of people.

Kids, adults and old people, they all sit in a bench with something like a number tag in their hands.

I see, it seems to be thriving.

"Ophika, you're here! Opikar!"

"Yes!"

My daughter, who emerged from the back, wore a beautiful white uniform and looked a lot dirty.

She is taller than she was the last time she broke up, she also wears lightweight makeup and her hair is tied up properly.

I wish I was growing up.

"Ah! Father! Mother!

"Heh, that's Ophika's family"

"Sounds kind."

"Beard."

From behind her daughters rushing over with patties, all the girls dressed in the same clothes as their daughters followed.

Could all those kids be doctor-apprenticeships?

So the doctors here are letting so many women serve?

That's exactly what I'm starting to want to complain about as a parent.

"Oh, Opika, you dowry in this hospital? Did the other wives bully you?

"Hey you......"

My wife stops, but I can't help but ask if I know there's anything I can do.

Man parents are often told that their hips are not seated, but they may indeed be, anxious and had no choice.

"Heh? Am I dowry to the teacher? Why?"

"Yeah, 'cause then... you're training to be a doctor, aren't you? Because doctors only tell their families their moves..."

"Oh, no, that's what's fine here, because teachers are slaves too"

"Huh? Slave? The doctor? Why?

"Come on? There are so many people in Schenker... musicians, painters, and mathematicians and pharmacists. I'll cure any injuries or illnesses. You're my husband, so all sorts of people come together."

Mathematicians and pharmacists are the kind of race that nobles can hold.

"You, Ophika, are already dead."

"Oh, speaking of which, you did..."

If you think about it, isn't it strange that doctors and scholars become slaves?

Mm, speaking of which...

"I'm keeping this from Ophika and Mr. Chicken."

"What, from Mr. Chicken?

When my daughter received the envelope from me, she quickly peeled off the wax and started reading the contents.

If you notice, all the patients in the waiting room look at this one with interest, either because it was making noise.

Somehow I got embarrassed and bowed my head to all of you.

You're a country rounder, I'm ashamed.

"Mr. Chicken said we could take the day off and tomorrow off. Father, Mother, I'll take you everywhere."

"Fine."

"Take me with you, too."

"Meshi"

"You won't be able to open a hospital if I rest until you guys. Well, I'll just get dressed, so wait."

When I finished reading the letter and said so, I pulled into the back with my buddies.

We stand in the corner and wait for the couple and the conductor to stay out of the way.

"How long has this hospital been around?

"The building itself has been around for a long time, but it was two weeks ago that you became a hospital."

"What, two weeks ago!?

I was surprised at what the conductor said. I shouted and gathered my gaze from the people around me again.

Excuse me.

"Suddenly your husband started telling me to build a hospital and nursery, so I made it in a hurry. I used to live here."

"Ha, so suddenly, and yet it's already so prosperous?

Well, we have a lot of credibility in this city.

The good guide stroked the sheep's peculiar mockingjay hair with a twist on the kizza.

"Sorry to keep you waiting ~, that? Trollis, you weren't home yet?

"You know, I've been waiting for you to show your parents to the inn."

"What, really? Thanks."

Apparently, the conductor and Opika are quite close.

I was relieved to have some of my buddies earlier, and that they seemed to be making proper friends.

"Um, you can take care of me up to that inn... are you sure?

"That's okay, there are a few rooms that are always available for merchants coming from other cities. Chicken lead slave instructions, so don't worry about it."

The conductor said so with a cool smile.

"Really? Thank you so much"

"Opika, please thank Mr. Chicken properly later"

"I know."

Opika bi stood the thumb of her gripped right hand and smiled at me.

What does that mean?

Is it popular in Turkiiba?

The inn, which was close to the hospital, was quite a beautiful place, with the unusual business of letting guests stay cheap instead of serving any meals.

No, there are plenty of grocery stores around, and that's mostly the Schenker's.

If you let them eat that way, the inn can accommodate a lot of guests without making a kitchen.

Maybe it's quite reasonable.

We left our bags in the locked closet of the inn, and our daughter and we walked out to dinner in the city where the sun began to set.

"There's a store where you can eat a lot of Turkiiba specialties, so I'll take you there."

"Is it a specialty dish or a meat dish from a dungeon when it comes to it?

"Hey, we had lunch, didn't we, the one with the hot bog?"

"Isn't that a hot dog? No, no, it's powdered when it comes to this specialty, wheat dish."

"Is that bread? I wonder what real bread of wheat looks like, I look forward to it."

"The bread in the king's capital is sweet enough to drop your cheeks even if you eat it."

"It's not even bread, well, look forward to it"

My daughter takes me and walks me through a strange city.

Ophika's pins and stretched spines, confidently stretched chests and cool high heels that she was wearing were things my wife and I had never seen before.

She was an honest good girl, but somehow inwardly indecisive, she seemed to be a Rin adult woman at some point.

A child's growth is a lot faster than parents think.

"Right here."

It was in an alley that stopped at the outer edge of the city rather than at Schenker's headquarters or hospital.

No sign, no roommate, just a house in a residential neighborhood.

"Right here? Isn't this people's house?

"I'm renovating inside and making it into a store. It's my buddy's shop, it's okay."

When my daughter pulled my hand and went inside, it really smelled like food.

Inside the store was an elongated counter seat that continued to the back, and the elongated iron plate that was installed in front of it also continued to the back.

"Oh Opika, did you bring someone?

"Yeah, father and mother"

"What no!? You came all the way to Turkiiba?

"Yes, he came to see me."

"Heh, well, sit in the back, 'cause I'll serve you a good drink"

"Thanks"

Is Opika's talking cat tribe woman also a Schenker person?

The atmosphere is rough because I see it with a lot of bones, but was my daughter able to get along with someone like that?

"Ouch! Ophika's old man! Don't sit in the back! I'm not gonna take anything else and eat it. Come on!

"Ah, ha..."

"I'm sorry."

Invited out loud, the three of us sit at the counter on the back.

What the hell kind of store is it?

The red-haired fishmonger woman in the deepest seat seems to be drinking a big fish muniel into her dishes...

Staring blurry, our daughter began to greet the person next to her.

Because he said it was my buddy's shop. Do you know him?

"Good day, Mr. Roth. Excuse me, neighbor."

"Oh, Opika, I've been listening, I'm glad to hear that."

"Thank you"

Ha, you're Mr. Roth, or someone with an atmosphere.

"Hey Wotra!

"Oh, what is it, Mr. Roth?"

"Pay the opium, when you put it on me."

"Heh!"

What the fuck!?

"What, ah! Excuse me, Mr. Roth!

"That's okay."

Mr. Roth waved and controlled me and my wife as they tried to stand up to thank him, skipping a wink with a lot of brown glare to chew up the amber liquor.

Put the glass on the counter, Mr. Roth speaks to us with his hands on Opika's head.

"Ophika's father, mother, he's quite the one."

"Hey, hey, Mr. Roth, please don't"

Shaking and stroking her illuminable daughter's head, she continued her words with a smile.

"I'm willing not to look good on your face. I'm studying to be a doctor."

"Yes..."

"Thank you"

"At the previous scene, everyone was helped. She's a good girl."

It was a gentle way to talk.

Unexpectedly, tears overflowed.

Things happened today.

I saw my daughter again, who I thought might not be able to see again.

I found my way and found out that I lived surrounded by gentle people.

Besides, there's no way I can stand being praised for my daughter in front of me!

I drank the liquor in front of me all at once.

"Wait for the torquiiba bake!

The one I want to flatten, it's good!

"Wait for the octopus roast!

The round one, it's good!

"You're out of alcohol, go ahead"

My daughter gives me a drink, it's good!

"This is what your husband thought, the hormone-baked noodle."

Something elongated, good!

Pour in the gastronomy to be baked on the iron plate in front of you with good liquor like you've never drunk locally, and if you notice, your belly is full, your body snaggy, and your head fluffy.

Having drank too much altogether, I bid farewell to Mr. Roth and Mr. Wotra without turning around, and my daughter lent me her shoulder to go back to the inn.

In my dreams, my daughter had shoulder cars at a young age.