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

At work, when you realize it, you're old.

Is it my virtue?

It didn't snow on the last day of the year and it turned out to be a warm sunny day.

The town of Turkiiba, which moves 24/7 for 10%, is also mostly closed outside of liquor stores and lodgings just today on New Year's Eve, and everyone spends time with their families at home.

The exception was about a hole digging site outside the wall, and construction continued today for the reason that one wizard really had to be placed in a super giant beast warcraft measure wandering around outside the town "because it was a waste".

"I'll let you go, cow!

"They're coming! Out of the way! Out of the way!

"Nmo ~"

A bull-headed giant, about four metres long, walks through the construction site with his hand in the lead.

The legs in trousers made by stitching together hemp bags are as thick as the human torso.

Its back, which hung a scoop larger than a man's back length, was black as if it were a sharpened obsidian.

"Bull man, walk slower."

"Bumo."

This giant was born as part of a plan to build a supermassive demon, a so-called prototype to accumulate the know-how of construction.

Initially, this guy also planned to remotely control it, but he was concerned about the lack of wizards to manipulate demonstrators, and was thus to be built as a normal demon.

Well, about the size of a demon that's not even big enough for a giant beast, you've been judged an adventurer and you can handle it even if you run wild.

"So, director, what's it like?

"Oh, no, it's going well. There's plenty of free adventurers coming in the winter, so we can start experimenting with clock tower demons in the beginning of the year, right?

"That's not good."

The site director of a major Turkiiba factory, who stayed on the scene too long and had a wavy mustache stretched all the way to his chest, replied with a yawning mixture as he rolled the binder's paper.

The Clock Tower Demon is a 100-metre tall spider woman (Arakune) shaped demon set as a milestone in this supermassive demon building plan.

A creature about the size of a 30-story tawaman walks with you, isn't that funny?

But building a demon the same size as a city means you need a worker the size of that for that building dock drilling.

The scale is too big for you to feel crazy.

"Oh, and when the clock tower class is finished building, once the scene falls apart, is there a proper story?

"Of course, there's not enough construction in the wall, so the hopeful will turn that way."

That's what the site director said, and then he took the silver skittle out of his nostrils all the time.

Well, it's the end of the year, and it's such a cold hole digging job outside, I have to drink it.

I softly put healing magic on him, tired.

Torquiiba on the last day of the year is idle wherever he goes.

Compared to the years over there, which are gorgeous, the years over here in the world are usually really quiet.

I have to ring a hundred and eight bells, and there's no countdown.

More or less, there is no culture of nightfall for the new year.

The clock is still a luxury item, and time is the norm when the school rings while watching the clock.

It's actually hard for us all to shake each other at the same time without advanced civilization.

Well, it's just that it's difficult... but if we have the right equipment, it's different.

"Five, four! Three! One! New Year! Congratulations!!

"Oh my God!

"Yay!

"Over the years -!

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

Pew!

People make noise, blow trumpets, and finger whistle as the announcement of a broadcast demon strewn all over Schenker Avenue.

The Schenker New Year's Festival, which I invented, planned chicken, and executed dillen, gathered not only for the Schenker Group Itchy, but also for the neighbors, and it was a huge event.

I knew a busy new year would be nice.

I honestly miss spending my years quietly at home.

A stall stands in front of the condo under construction after buying up a building on Schenker Avenue, and young people with a glass of behaving liquor in their hands are choosing their liquor dishes with serious eyes.

Birds and pork boned meat are lavishly roasted on a large grill placed in front of the Magical Schenker Group headquarters, and the slightly golden ones buy high liquor and line up there.

Congratulations on every event, and I was wondering if I could do it all in Roja, because it seems like just behaving alcohol will attract enough customers.

This kind of thing doesn't work the other way around when it's too much to take out, at best enough to serve sweet juice to kids who come to visit.

"Happy New Year, master and wife"

"…………………………"

"Oh, congratulations"

"Uhm."

A Centaur pickle wearing the red hat of the Schenker Scorpions (Scorpions) and Bongo the Birdman came to greet us for the New Year.

"This is the best part of pork."

"…………………………"

"Oh, thank you"

"Yeah."

Cheeks a sandwich with Laura, where the hot air they brought me is hocky, and drinks orange juice.

Um, the gravy is amazing, my hands are beto.

I don't think it tastes like dungeon jivieh meat.

As I struggled so badly with prickly leg meat, I heard cheers from the stage I set up in front of the Tsuruga Temple in the middle of Schenker Avenue.

"Hey, I wonder if the actors have started to say hello"

When Laura saw that she was supposed to be eating the same thing, but didn't get her hands or mouth dirty, she saw the actors waving up onto the stage in a beautiful costume hem and hands in a New Year's service play.

Right in front of the stage, which is about a metre higher than the ground, a leather drum is tapped to match the backing of the guitar brought back by the members of the band who were going to King's Capital, turning as the women in the role of dancers wave a wooden stick with a bell.

The lighted stage emerged in the darkness, kind of groaned in a much more gorgeous atmosphere.

The play's performance is based on the almost systematic work of rare screenwriter Medzias, "Daily Fixed Meals for You".

It's a love comedy where the pavilion owner of a restaurant asks people what they want to eat from a woman they fall in love with, and approaches it every day by placing it on the main course of a fixed meal.

"But this store will always come out with whatever I want."

If Roth, a fishmonger who plays a lotus-leaved heroine with that said, turns the wine glass, the audience will say, "Yo! Roth's sister! Famous actress!" cheered flying.

"Manager, you're gonna cook better, do you have any secrets about this?

and Lars, known for his play-loving, plays with a slight bite: "Don't bite from the New Year!" and the scratch comes in and a big laugh occurs.

Then again, every time a popular performer came forward, cheering flew, selling more and more dishes to people watching plays while drinking, and the neighborhood got a lot of excitement.

Okay, well, shall I head to the main event, too?

New Year's is a lot of fun, but it's the happiest thing that ever happened when I was a kid, right?

Yes... it's an old ball.

"Master, Ma'am, come here..."

Called by Gillen, who is doing today's partition, climbs onto the stage where the performers have just finished their curtain call.

Me and Laura headed up to the crowd with a box handed to us.

"There will now be an old ball ritual by Sawadi Sleira and Laura Sleira on the stage in front of the Temple of the Tsuruga, please gather around. From now on... '

Thanks also to the announcement by the beautiful lady with the voice, it seems that the people who were off the stage have come back some time to see how things are going.

Okay, okay, I've got plenty of ammo (...).

"Oh my goodness!

"Congratulations!"

Flies all over the heads of the people in front of the stage, like a kid who's flipping over.

Me and Laura grabbed the eagle out of the box at hand. That's called a twist (...).

It's a coin placed in the center of the paper and twisted to wrap it up.

The contents are, well, copper grains that are only worth about a hundred yen, semi-copper coins cut in half, etc.

And then you can fry the beans and coat them with sugar.

Well, I might have just pulled the best hit, but it doesn't make you feel bad about it.

"What is this?

"Paper?"

"Ha, it's got copper grains in it"

"Heh."

At first, the customers seemed to be confused by the paper wrapping, but when several people opened it and checked the contents, they stopped at the stage with us.

"It's got change in it."

"That's generous."

"It's sloppy, Dad. I took it, too!

"What the hell? Bean treats?

To the people of the city who keep coming together on purpose talking, I said, "Congratulations!" He sprinkles a twist as he speaks.

It's not like I'm trying to restore my money to the city.

This is simply because I liked the upper wing twist sprinkling in my last life, so I wanted to try it myself.

The apartment on Schenker Avenue was just about ready to be framed.

Two birds a stone.

"Yay! I got it!

"Me and me."

"Don't push me."

"Shit! You just stepped on it!

But people, people, people that fill their sights.

That's one of the most popular events of my previous life, even in the middle of the night like this, in no time at all.

Um, honestly, I might have made a slightly different calculation.

I didn't think people would get together this far either, did I?

The personnel deployed for the induction also do not seem to function well with overcapacity.

You needed more personnel...

"Hey! Don't push each other so hard! It's you. You, in order. In order, slow down!

"Hey, what the fuck!... all the time, aren't you Mench... hehe"

If I thought so, out of nowhere came a scaly mench with boned meat in both hands and started partitioning the place out loud.

Some men were muddled by being stopped where they were trying to pack it before, but it seemed they changed their attitude as soon as they saw Mench's face.

"You're in danger of someone getting hurt. Don't push forward."

"That's right - it's dangerous, so nah... hey? It's obvious, right?

Hmm, thankfully for sure...

It's something I've been thinkin 'about for a long time, but my adventurer group is a totally local mafia with a role.

Actually, it's like a store caution stick.

"Whatever you've already taken, change him to the back."

"Yes, yes, let the child go first"

"Oh, my God, don't you have an old man, I'll give you a shoulder car, so look for him."

Mench is followed by a succession of Schenker family guys coming along to help.

Just don't help.

I'll give those guys their old balls individually later.

A little bag of Santa would be enough to make me pamper. The twist on the old balls would be gone in no time...

My "Shit!" And those gathered returned the greatest cheer of the day, and scattered unto him again.

Hmm, I'm happy to be able to do what I wanted.

Let's do our best this year.

It's been awhile since New Year's Eve, it's been a snowy day.

We were together with the two babies and the Schenker executives, surrounding the table at the Sleira residence.

We are an emerging nobleman, so if the executives continue to work like this, that would mean a direct ministerial corps of Noah and Lax.

In order to get everyone to take charge of our brothers and sisters, together with our daily reports, we decided to have a dinner party this month or so.

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

"Damn! Ahhh!"

"Dear Noah, Bye."

"Abu!"

Nearly six months old, Noah and Lax, who have been sitting on their necks, are perfectly upbeat by Bongo and Sealy, who sat next to them, shuddering in one hand.

"So, chicken, you're saying we're going to have no deal with Tolkiiba and Taraba this year?

"Yes, I think the amount of Se-yu is enough for what I bought last year. It didn't seem to fit the mouth of the southern people very well, and the reputation of the exam sales isn't very good either..."

"Well... well, it's a little far from the usual flavoring."

I also confirmed the feedback on the exam sales, but it seemed to be more or less "sour, thin, smelly".

Well, the improvement hasn't progressed. It's soy sauce from different worlds, and I can sometimes smell it depending on my physical condition, so it will be all the more so for people in this area.

"Well, I guess I'll use the rest of it."

"I'm going to continue with the exam sale itself because it has a pretty good reputation for Schenker people and city people,"

"Yeah."

Menchi sitting across the street from the chicken is also snorting deeply at the word, human beings in every world are vulnerable to being exclusive.

"So it's about the hardware store in West Town..."

"Excuse me, I'm ready to cook"

Chicken was just about to start talking about his next report, and today's dish just arrived.

Let's make it dinner first.

"It's bald bald liquor steaming"

There are many dishes that the cooks here at Sleira Mansion waved their arms at that are not very familiar with in Turkiiba.

He seems to be good at fish dishes only because he's from Sleira territory, along the sea at the end of the north, and he's always foolish that there are only fish to eat bald spots.

Even bald people couldn't eat if I had to farm them, so be patient.

"Next, it's a seasonal simmer"

Winter vegetables and bird meat boiled together.

The cook seems to be good at handling beef, but even if this is a cow, it's a buffalo cow.

He says he treats it a little differently than a northern cow.

Well, is it time...?

"Next, it's Takikomigohan"

Whoa, here we go.

The servants brought in the main of the day, the cooked rice with shiitake mushrooms and chicken.

The main purpose of today's meeting is to eat this rice that Pickles and the others brought home from Taraba last year, right?

I only had about three inches net, so I wasn't sure if I'd eat it or not, so I didn't end up eating it.

It's precious, we should all eat it pampered anyway.

There's a good seed.

And whether or not to increase that will also mean that it will be determined by the reaction of everyone here today.

I've already made up my mind to grow just what I eat, but I can't help but make it.

I have a hand in liquor if I have any excess, but I don't even know if there's demand for it.

"Is this... comedy... not much different from wheat"

".................. ku... ro-no..."

"Uh, you have chicken in there"

The reaction is a little dull.

Well, I guess you can imagine the taste of cereal that you've never completely eaten.

When I first challenged Quinoa in my previous life, too, I remember wondering if I would even eat it after ordering it.

"It smells like soy sauce."

I suck the smell of cooked rice all over my chest, yeah, it looks good.

"I like the smell a lot, too."

Mench, famous for eating anything, nodded as she said so.

I hear she has a lot of hobby eating walks and even a series of glue repos in the wallpaper.

Doesn't seem to flinch about grain I don't know.

"Yeah, yeah, Menchi's a gourmet book"

"Guru...? Thank you, sir?

I thought it would be easier to eat it with flavor than just white rice for once, so I made it into cooked rice, but maybe I could have made it into fried rice.

Let's look forward to the next one.

"Come on, everyone, eat and let me hear your opinions without abomination!

Bring a full, slightly dry meal to your mouth.

The smell of soy sauce and the smell of rice coming out of your nose.

Yeah, rice.

That's strange.

This is supposed to be the first time I've eaten rice in this body in this world, but does my soul remember that smell?

Not only does it look like it, but even my tongue and nose can tell that this is rice properly.

Because the variety improvement is not progressing, or whether the original type is different in the first place, it is not sweet enough, it is not moisture enough and it is bossy, and it can be solved (so much) in the mouth when it is worn out.

Yeah.

But that's fine.

Sounds a little weird, but it's properly cooked rice.

As a first contact with rice in this world, I am very satisfied with it.

But that didn't seem to be the case with the real native opponents of this world...

Looking around, Roth looks at me and tongues out with a weird face, the chicken laughs bitterly and of course everyone else reacts the same way.

Does it feel subtle?

"It's not like I can't eat it, but it's delicious."

Several people in the dining room nodded back at the words Ms. Laura had said as if to speak to herself.

Oh, does it simply feel like it doesn't fit your mouth?

…………

Damn it!

I can't help it, any more enlightenment activities have to come after this year's seeds have grown.

I'll admit, I lost today.

It's not a loss of rice.

I made the choice of cooked rice, and I lost.

I nodded and a bright voice popped into my ear staring at my own knee boy.

"Ahhh!

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

In a situation where no one would reach for a second bite except the mentch, only Noah, sitting in a baby chair, had reached out intrigued to Bongo's cooked rice.

Heh, and a bitter laugh leaked out of my mouth.

That's my boy, promising for the future.

I'm sure...

I'm sure I'll try my best to keep more rice in measure by the time you grow up.

I have all kinds of shenbe, weird, cake, calf, fried rice, and menu tongue.

I'm persistent.

I'll keep on enlightening you about rice until you get a hit!

This is the will of a Japanese boy!

As everyone in the room turned their warm eyes here... I secretly solidified my resolve to revenge.