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

The next day, my wife and I had been walking in Turkiiba since morning when my daughter had taken me.

On the way to Boulevard, I saw an amazing crowd at the Magical Schenker Group headquarters I stopped by yesterday.

Is it cooking or something?

"He's amazing."

"Hey."

"Hey, there's a bunch of people coming to get help."

"What, you also do things like arrangers?

"Well, since the meat factory was built, there's less people to send, and because of that, it's already a manpower deal every day."

"Phew, it's strange that in our neighborhood we don't have work to do and we all go to farms in the country or become adventurers."

"Our business is done with an established Schenker family sign, so I think it would be tough if a stranger tried to do the same business"

"Is that what this is about?"

Then a short walk to arrive was a small spilled coffee shop painted green and white.

There are tables and chairs lined up outside the store, where unnaturally dressed men and women greet each other amicably.

Can someone in a country dress like me or my wife come into a store like this?

"Look, what are you doing, let's get in quick. This is a Schenker's place, too."

"Oh, come on, this is such an amazing place. I can't let you in this clothes."

"Yes, you are."

My wife and I looked at each other and laughed bitterly, but in the end, "I'm fine," my daughter pulled my hand and went into the store.

The interior, brilliantly illuminated by the lamps of the magic equipment, is a calm interior, unlike the seats outside, which some women seem to have with elderly and children.

Good, many of the clothes our customers wear are classy, but compared to the outside, it's a normal category.

I don't think my wife and I would float here either.

"There you are, Opika"

"Morning."

Do you know him, the clerk who greets his daughter intimately, wore a costume as if he had come out of the opera?

What the hell kind of store is this?

It's the kind of store I've never been in before in my life.

"Three breakfasts, please, drinks... I have coffee and tea, though?

"I think I'll get some tea."

"Then have your mother some coffee."

"With two coffees and one tea"

"Yes, sir."

My daughter completed her order to flow and removed a bunch of paper from the item writing stand by her desk.

I wonder what it is, the fine writing says amazingly.

"Opika, what's that?

"Oh, this is a newspaper my buddy's doing. There's no other love. It's just rumors, but they come out once a week."

"Ho, newspaper."

"Ophika can read that kind of hard stuff now, too."

Looking around, all the guests who were coming alone were eating while reading the newspaper.

At least all the guests who come to this store are educated, or the layout looks expensive.

I also somehow took the item writing and there was a line of unfamiliar words and small pictures on one side.

Just expensive dishes, like you've never even heard of them.

Even the breakfast I just ordered is a decent price for a decent dinner at a regular shop.

Is it okay for my daughter to go through like this?

Probably when prices are different, they make different money too... but even though I know it's extra, I'm constantly worried.

"Does it say anything funny?

"Expansion work on the Turkiiba exterior wall has begun, because it looks like people and feet are being gathered."

"Heh, the city of Hanaiela expanded less than ten years before you were born."

"Oh! I went to pile bricks then, too. Yeah, well, at the crime scene, if you go out to work one morning..."

"I've heard that story many times already - I thought you were a crime scene supervisor and you were a blood-eyed monkey when you approached me."

"That's right, we all fled out loud, glad the adventurer came soon..."

I miss you, my childhood daughter told this story over and over again.

"Wait, yes, newspaper, get out of the way."

"Oh, thank you"

An earlier clerk returning with a large basin arranges meals and drinks on his desk.

There are two large breads of hot air on the plate, thick bacon, boiled eggs and plenty of butter on the edge, which are sumptuously gobbled.

And the soup cup smells good with yellow corn soup.

A good meal.

Seeing this, don't even seem a little pricey.

"Eat, eat, eat."

That's what my daughter says, she puts the newspaper back on the books.

Well, I guess I'll have one, too.

Yeah, yeah, this soup is meticulous and wonderful to the tongue.

Regardless of the price, you have no complaints about the flavor.

After eating, my wife and I were walking in the city again, being taken by my daughter.

Cross the eye-catching streets, through the squares where the children run around, listening to the preaching of the boy in the salvation home, and entering the entrance alley.

There are so many people everywhere that it seems like the expansion of the city is unavoidable even with so many people.

I was just through a few narrow alleys and suddenly out on a slightly larger road.

On the other side of the road, high, simple wooden walls run everywhere, and before them, the blind women hanging swords on their hips, holding spears, and dressed in harsh (naked) clothes stare at this one.

Something's gone wrong.

"Hey."

My daughter suddenly started waving at the women when I was trying to keep them out of sight as much as possible.

"Hey, Opika... what..."

"Those are my people, too."

"Like what? You're not lying, are you?

I'm not gonna lie to you.

A group of dogs approached us from among the slightly scared women and peered into my daughter's face.

The ears of a swooping spear that I am sure I will see nearby are polished and bouncing off the sunlight.

What the hell is in those walls with all these people in place?

"Well, if you think someone's here, you're not the captain's friend."

"I've got some business for Rubica today."

"Wait a minute, I'll call you."

"Thanks"

That said, the woman went somewhere on a small run.

"Ophika, what the hell is over there?

"Hmm, I wonder if it's a pond for water games"

"Are you being so strict to protect something like that?

"You said you were going to make more."

And wouldn't that be excessive?

"Yeah, but the security guys seem to be contracting out a lot more than just here."

"That big outfit?

"Yeah, well, it looks like they're sending people to night shops, precious metal stores, places with a lot of problems to work out security and rubbing. He said he had a good reputation."

You even have an ass in a city store, after all, what you're doing is the same as a gang.

Is that Schenker really okay with the house?

"Ah, Rubiker! Over here, over here!"

"Opika, what's up?

It was a werewolf girl with blue hair who came in exchange for the dogs.

He doesn't have a spear, but the atmosphere is very sword-soaked and sharp. He has stabbing eyes.

"I'll introduce you, these two are my father and mother."

"Ah... hello, I'm Ophika's father"

"I'm Ophika's mother. Nice to meet you, Rubika."

The werewolf child snorted at me and my wife from about two fists. I just said, "I understand."

It's too compelling for me in general, my stomach is starting to ache.

"Me and Rubica came to Turkiiba in the same carriage on our flight together. If it weren't for Rubica, I might not have stood here."

My daughter held Mr. Rubica's shoulder, one low head, and drew him toward herself.

"Mm."

Mr. Rubica narrows his eyes and stares at the opium, but his daughter doesn't seem to care.

Oh, my God, did I?

I was wondering why my daughter knew this little lady, but if that's the case, I'm convinced.

"... let me thank you, Mr. Rubica. Thank you so much for bringing my daughter to Turkiiba"

"Thanks a lot from me, too."

"No problem, I would have died without Opika"

Mr. Rubica nodded to Eagle Deep in arms.

"Rubica and I are sister-in-law who exchanged cups."

That's what's happening.

Cup!?

I knew you were a gangster!

"Fair enough! Then Rubica's my daughter, too. Want some candy?"

"I don't want it"

Um, I can't keep up, but my wife is suddenly stroking Mr. Rubica's head.

Does it still mean that a woman has a better liver at times like this?

No, you're simply not thinking deeply?

Well, either way, being a benefactor to my daughter, being a gangster, being a dick, doesn't make me a thankful person.

You can't stroke your head, but in the future, when you pray for your daughter, let's pray for her as well.

We dropped off Mr. Rubica, who said we were going back to work, and our daughter and we walked around the city of Turkiiba again.

It's a horrible and splendid school of magic instruction, grapevine coffee with lots of adorable animals, a little playhouse where my daughter's friends star, and all the gorgeous places not seen locally.

From the next day my daughter was not at work, but she toured various places with her wife and dined with her daughter at night.

Each time he brings a different friend, he introduces me, and strangely, he wraps his tongue around his broad daughter's friendship.

In doing so, the good times passed quickly, and the day of the return flight arrived.

The riding carriages operated by the countries we use are overwhelmingly safer than ordinary carriages, but the prices are too high to make reservations.

If I miss today, I won't be able to go back to the area for some time now.

You can't extend your stay, you can't.

"Don't look at me!"

"Opika, you're an adult now too, listen to me."

"No, Ophika, it's not like we're breaking up."

"Even though I have too many places with me! It's a festival!

"Opika, shut up"

"No!"

Rubica, my daughter's sister-in-law, who came to see me off, slapped Ophika's ass with a pissant.

Hanging a wide range of long swords on her hips in her black personal clothes to say it was summer, she still had sharp eyes like a hungry wolf.

She was sold here as a slave, too. I'm sure something unexpected happened to me or something.

This is how my daughter reunited with us, but how many of the slave sons of Schenker who flirt with this city will see their parents again?

No, maybe a lot of kids don't want to see you.

There's nothing we can do to get away from here today.

As I shake off my bitter thoughts, I hold my daughter's hand strongly in tears as I gush.

The only thing right now in front of me is that this kid is safe like this.

Hotter than the summer sun, he held our daughter's body strong and strong.

I held her strong and strong, wishing her well and no longer holding her with my other arm.

Will this prayer reach her, even from the far east?

Something's about to go zero, and I look up unexpectedly.

I watched the flock of blue birds fly towards the morning sun until something pulled in.