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

When the year was up and some time later, the hole I was digging outside Turkiiba was completed.

Of course it's not the final stage, it's like a makeshift dock to create a 100-metre demon for drilling holes.

That hole, which is about ten meters deep, feels like a scale that creaks when you stand on the edge and look down, it will never help if it falls because it is cemented in concrete even though it is soil below.

The workers are all equipped with lifelines, and I can't cure them with instant death.

At the completion ceremony while the snow glistened, he behaved to the workers and said, "If you drink, stay away from the hole! It was decided to make a cautionary recommendation."

For once, the fence is standing, but the drunk broke the fence and could get over it.

Anyway, you can tell me the plan is going well.

All I had to do was carry the demon crystal out of the secret demon crystal factory in the basement and lay it down on the dock with the material... so the story came in.

Who the hell do you think it is that gives this momentum water?

It's inside me, it's inside me.

Yes, it's a one-off sign for this plan, it was from my daughter-in-law of a former Army major...

"So this clock tower demon material... the number of demon crystals seems to be wrong."

"Oh, really?

The couple's bedroom, in which Laura looks strange as she reads the details of the clock tower class demon building plan.

You look worried about her like that and you say, "Really?" I don't know what to say, but my heart was beating a buck and an early bell.

The heater and humidifier should be comfy with the cancer turning, but there's a glimmer of cold sweat running down my back.

"Oh, isn't that too much (...)? This is enough to keep the city going for a year."

No, if you think about it carefully, it's only natural that Laura should question it.

Demonic crystals are energy resources derived from demons, and they are not what they are supposed to be.

Even urban fuels are still covered with firewood and coke.

Demonic crystals are inherently luxury goods, munitions.

Not for me other than to have a top secret demon crystal factory (...) though.

"Huh? Oh, no, that's fine. That's how long it takes."

"It took so much... where are you bringing it from? It's not the kind of money you can buy."

"Oh, the..."

Excuses don't run well.

Failed.

To be honest, I guess I had a paralyzed feeling about the Demonic Crystal.

Should I say the harm I did in Ikeike by running the shortest course so far, or should I say that I didn't mean to rush for merit, but that was what had happened as a result?

Anyway, I was always too used to the situation where demonic crystals were available for jab jabs, and I didn't question anything until Laura pointed out their anomaly.

We should have smaller numbers and done it with caution...

I managed to fix it on this occasion alone now, but I couldn't get word out of it.

…………

"... you did this (...)?"

Laughing like a cuckoo villain, Laura threw the paperwork on her desk and looked me in the face.

"Huh? What is it?

"Let's get out of here..."

Instead of tobacco, she takes out the sticky candy plugged into her chest pocket and slaps a ton and a desk.

"Right, I don't think you, the little one, are going to do the dungeon burglary... is that where you made something weird again?

She laughed bitterly like that, maybe it was foreseeable that I was trying to mislead this place.

I think you've grown up so you two can't rub it.

Even if not, our couple has a large part saved by the size of her vessel.

Let's not cut off just gratitude.

"Lost...... Laura is a prospect for anything"

"You're a much easier person to understand than you think you are."

I got up and took my coat off the coat, laughing bitterly at the words.

It's already night, but I'd rather do this right away.

"Well, I'll show you. This is all because it's faster for you to see it."

"Guidance, where to?

"... in Schenker's true secret, the Demonic Crystal Factory."

Hearing the words, Mr. Laura took off the pompous candy.

"Tong... you were making things underground that weren't"

Laura's voice echoed the underground pit where two trolley rails were pulled.

Demon crystal generating demons hung all the way on the wall glow suspiciously, and the first demon crystals are unmade in cages placed on the ground.

It's like an oil field springing up in the basement stretched from my parents' house, it was hard to make, but it was also hard to adjust from there until it generated quantitative money.

I didn't even intend to tell Laura until I found out that Tsujitsu didn't fit like this.

"Well, is that so much?"

"I'm not praising you for anything, when the hell did you do this?

"No, well, that's not good."

The plan itself was something that had been in motion since before I met her.

I never thought I'd be a nobleman back then.

"I hope you don't cross too dangerous bridges..."

"I've weighed myself in since I got married."

"Again..."

Laura said with a big, deep sigh as she rubbed her forehead, becoming serious again.

"Anyway, I'll publish this technology soon, like"

"I knew I had to publish it, wouldn't I delude you?

"Nothing. I don't mind if I have a crush on you, but the kids will look pathetic."

She laughs and talks, but her eyes remain serious everywhere.

What, you couldn't have put your life on the line so soon?

As far as I'm concerned, they took over all the facilities and technology, and I was wondering if it was going to be the end of Tolkiiba's exile.

"Oh, is that what you're talking about?

"That's what I'm going to talk about, this country now craves demonic crystals more than bread. Because this technology puts too much at the heart of the problem… I don't know how many faces I'm going to crush if I don't pay attention to the way it's published"

"Oh, that's not good"

I have to snort, too, when the word "Fumiko" comes out.

Peaceful Japan would be able to crush a person's face with loss of job or left transition, but crushing another person's face in this country is directly linked to death.

And that's also a part of the country that I don't know about that I've never even been to King's Capital.

Laura was originally sent by Wang capital to make up for it.

I'm not going to complain about her decision.

I just lowered my head deeply.

"Thank you, Laura. I was saved my life. Please adjust."

"Never mind, I'm a Schenker person now too..."

After I said that, she shut up for a few seconds and suddenly grabbed my collar and pulled it in gleefully.

"... for once I ask, wouldn't there be anything else to hide like this?

"No, I just made this place to make money before we got married."

"Um, like there's no future"

I said I didn't care, but I guess it doesn't mean I'm not upset.

"... ask my parents to help me announce this. Your honor will be reduced from a large piece of bread to a piece of wheat, but it cannot be exchanged for your life."

"Of course you can. Laura, I apologize for the overlapping inconvenience, thank you."

Having tried so hard to avoid interacting with my parents, I finally let her cut the card called My Parents Home.

The lack of self seemed to weigh heavily on my back.

"I have no choice. Besides... in a world where I don't know what it is, the kids should be connected to my parents."

I've already bowed my head to her more deeply.

Because I'm family, because I'm close, there was no other settling to do.

Somehow, I was surprised once again that Mr. Laura's home really belonged to a biological military home.

The speed of deployment is fucked up.

A week after she sent the letter, her brother, who came from the Wang capital, was in Turkiiba.

"Are you Sawadi?"

"Thank you for seeing me first, Your Excellency."

Laura's brother was the same blonde, sturdy, military man she was.

Even though I'm only thirty, the class chapter is Major General, and it's natural because my parents are fat, but burly birth stocks.

Coming down from the crimson intercontinental railway with tobacco, he glanced at him with dissatisfaction.

"A little scholar like this is in business with his brother-in-law, but, okay. What happened to my sister?

"Actually, there was a meeting at school that I just couldn't take off, and I'm in there"

"Well, I thought you hated me for not showing your face to pick you up, but I don't know what else to do with my job."

Um, I was telling you that Laura was' banished 'from her parents' house before we got married.

I guess I was just exaggerating that it was this mouthful of your brother's.

…………

"What?

It was in my face that I was thinking about that, and my brother-in-law, who looked suspicious, rubbed my jaw.

"No, Laura told me that I was out of touch with my parents, but I was wondering if I didn't even seem to be out of line..."

When I said that, he sighed loudly as he looked up into the sky and inhaled the official tobacco deeply.

"Our house is... a Takemen house entrusted with the Northern Frontier, lean or dead. Do you want to take care of my daughter who lost her demon? It popped up on its own."

"Oh, I knew you were"

"That's a woman too, you didn't want to expose yourself to getting old. She's my sister, and I'm not going to blame her now."

My brother-in-law said that out of speed, trying not to look at me.

Maybe he's a little clumsy.

"Thank you"

"Why do you thank me?"

"It's my family now, too."

My brother-in-law laughed all the time in a way that looked a lot like Laura's, laughing like a villain, and started walking with her big crotch.

I move hastily to lead, too, and go before him on a small run.

I guess it's a fundamentally physical elite house with legs about the same length as kids and adults.

"Well... that's why I survived, so I'm a very lucky woman."

Pompous, my brother-in-law responded "yes" even though he spilled it like he was talking to himself.

"Speaking of which, I hear you had a baby, too. My nephew and niece have one for the first time, but let's see one face."

"Thank you, be sure to look at it"

"Will the child be a soldier?"

"I'm going to let him decide."

"In a while, we can break the ceasefire treaty with Western countries. Then everything in all directions is on the front. If the kid's cute, don't let him in the army."

"Thank you"

He went back to his house in the rickshaw that kept him waiting, talking to him about things that seemed harsh and unexpectedly rapping afterwards.

"So, this is the secret place of the demonic crystal?"

In the same place that guided Laura last week, your brother-in-law said so while on the top of the Buddha.

He stares at the demon crystal hanging from the demon who manufactures the demon crystal with his hand and shines it in the light.

"Is this the only place you can make it?

"I haven't experimented with it yet, but I think we can make it anywhere near the dungeon in theory,"

"Hmm, you made something more outrageous than I thought. If I hadn't been my sister's husband, I'd have killed her right here."

…………

My brother-in-law, who said so without changing his complexion, wrapped the demonic crystal in a handkerchief and fell into his nostalgia.

So, Laura, what do you want to do?

"... elder brother, please have one peace of mind"

The same rugged eyes as Laura stare at me.

Your brother-in-law tells Laura to teach you, pointing her index finger at me.

"Humans who do these fools do the same thing again, every time you wipe your ass like this?

"Fool is a fool, but he's a digit fool from a regular person, a butt worth wiping"

Slightly, my forehead was warm.

A magical hotline as thin as a needle released as a leak out of my brother-in-law's finger was burning my skin twitching.

Poop, there's an orange light on his chest, too.

The laser was similarly aimed from the tip of the index finger that Mr. Laura pointed straight at him.

Neither of us is a dust.

I felt trapped in a cage of beasts.

"Oh, good."

When your brother-in-law said so, the heat disappeared softly from his forehead, as did the hotline that was directed at his chest, which was also fogged away.

The burn on his forehead disappears with regenerative magic, which is constantly activated, but his heart remains striking the Bakubaku early bell.

Oh, no!

These brothers and sisters!

"When it comes to getting this far... we have to decide that we were retroactively issuing development orders from the military. We need to work beyond factions."

"Brother, did you just say that our husband has a support organization that goes beyond factions, only 'Moving Corpse Party'..."

A moving corpse club is a salon of veterans I've cured of demons with regenerative magic.

They say it's in the Wang capital, so I've never had a face, but sometimes things like the Gazette arrive.

In the latest issue, the story of everyone playing tennis and the grandson pride of the member's grandfather was extensively written...

Would such an easy gathering help?

"Um, let's hit it. Veterans don't have time for this kind of talk."

"Then I will prepare a letter to Baron Gossin as the summariser"

"Are you sure you want me to write on that?

With that said, your brother shrugged his jaw at me, but Mr. Laura shook his neck sideways.

"My husband is a little too businesslike, it could be counterproductive in this story"

"It's the man who built the intercontinental railroad to make Crounia smaller, that would be it"

I'm not sure if they're complimenting me, but I'm out of a merchant, so I can't help it?

I won't say anything because it's not cool.

Your brother-in-law ended up staying in Turkiiba for about three days to wait for the return railroad.

I'm glad I decided to act as a guide, but I had no place to take him.

Oh, my God. The Sleira family is super big, Mr. Borderline.

Most of the stuff is local, and even if it's not local, it's in the king's capital.

I'm not going to head out to Lord Turkiiba's Snore house because this story is an inside story, and of course I don't need it for the Magic Instruction School.

After watching Noah and Lax play together for a while, I decided to take my brother-in-law to the baseball field in agony.

Well, I guess it's definitely not in Sleira territory.

Blue skies, chilly winds blowing, flying yajis, crowds of civilians so hard to see in this world.

The view from the VIP seats, which only include wizards built on high ground, is fantastic and can be seen round to the noise of the audience as well as the state of the game.

"What the hell is this place, where you do what?

"Batter, No. 5, Kakura"

"That's weird, what a voice this is."

My brother-in-law seemed to be totally facetious on the baseball field he'd never seen before.

"This is the place to play baseball."

"Speaking of baseball...... is that the one about beating the ball with a stick?

"You know what!?

"We just got talked about as savage play in the south at the King's Salon"

My brother-in-law said that with pointy lips, smoking with a somewhat dissatisfied face.

"This way, then. Even the Count is a competition."

"Well, it looks like you're free and pretty good."

"Oh yeah. What we're playing is just the regiment that I run and the regiment that Laura runs."

Today was just a match between the Schenker Scorpions (Scorpions) and the Sleira White Light Rays (White Beams), like a practice game because they're wizard-free.

"Management? What's that?"

"I fund my regiment to keep my team, and sometimes I mix myself up and play games."

"My sister also came to the country to learn strange ways..."

He exhaled smoke to sigh on the boy and drank up a paper cup of ale.

He also looks like a Hollywood star holiday because he's blonde, macho and handsome.

I figured you just got a good face.

"But is that serious? I'm sorry to beat those balls."

"But it's hard to try that."

"Let's not do that"

Hum and his brother-in-law laughing with their noses, but also Laura was playing dumb at first sight.

Maybe the Sleira family people are natural bone hard hitters.

"Will Your Excellency give it a try?

You want to play ball? Crap. "

"My team, Laura and I have some pretty good players to compete with."

"Well, no matter how dull you left the army, you shouldn't be the kind of woman who doesn't come to the civilian opponent."

"Well... if it's not magical, then that kind of competition can happen."

I didn't even mean to incite you to anything, but it seemed that the words ended up igniting something in your brother-in-law.

Finally, a purple smoke was sprayed on my face from above... I wondered what it was and when I saw my brother-in-law's face, my eyes of the same color as Laura's were laughing invincibly.

"Fine, fool, I'll get you on the provocation"

"What, are you going to do a treat?

I've got it. I'm the best player in your regiment.

A rolled cigarette played with a pin and fingertips disappeared into dust of light in the air.

When he takes off his uniform jacket all the time, his body looks like steel wrapped in a white shirt.

If it was about my henna chocolate ball, I would have been busted to the moon at first sight.

'I pray silently. I would like to say to you that we have interrupted the temporary match and this will result in a special hitting. I pray silently. I would like to inform you that we have interrupted a temporary match and this will result in a special hitting.'

Not as often as every week, but occasionally this happens.

This kind of announcement comes when a nobleman comes to watch a game says, "I can do it, let me hit it a little bit," etc.

I used to be too dangerous to get athletes out in front of nobles, but I'm relieved that I ran around and made a lot of rules that made it hard for me to work in the air when it came to baseball.

Not to anyone, of course, but Laura's brother would be fine with letting our slaves out.

Nevertheless, the audience is also kept quiet because they can't even shelter themselves when they're just wild at times like this.

The guy who can't, the guard makes him leave.

Care for nobility is meant to protect civilians.

Anything you can't protect is forbidden.

"Pitcher," Mage "Bongo"

Our strongest pitcher is Bongo, this birdman.

Of course, a magician is just a nickname.

That's what they call her because her changing sphere is cleaner than anyone else in Turkiiba without magic.

"Batter, the noble blonde gentleman"

It is polite not to reveal the names of the aristocratic side because they may lose.

Your brother-in-law's sweet mask seems to have some audience town daughters on it, but you can't help it because you're a true star prince.

'Three out, or three hits and the game is over. Home runs also count as hits. Okay, Playball.'

In that word of Miss Uggu, Bongo took the set position, and the released straight pierced his brother-in-law near his knee and into a low inner angle critical.

My brother-in-law, who didn't make it slightly moving through the place where the ball was likely to bump, nodded one small way and turned to Bongo again.

If you really had the same potential as Laura, you'd be hit easily if you threw it into the same course again.

The next ball was released for your brother-in-law's earthly stomach.

It's a so-called deadball course that completely hits the body.

Of course, your brother-in-law backs up big enough to avoid it.

But the ball bent over like a cunt hit a wall just before it hit his body, and it fitted at the edge of the strike zone.

Bongo laughing invincibly and His Majesty the Major General staring with a sharp eye.

Between them, there was a cold air of battle over the hedge of identity.

In the end, the game was won by Bongo, who used a seven-color changing sphere in a one-hit three-out struggle.

The Turkiibas who had come to watch the game also drastically lowered their drinks to the defeat of the mysterious blonde handsome who did not speak up.

"I see this is a 'battle'. Funny."

That's what I said and laughed furiously, stopping him hastily when I took the silver coin out of my pocket.

"My lord, please wait..."

"Why? It's not a stone with that one. Good work pays well."

That would be fine in the military... because they think it's baseball and they're trying to pull it out!

"That's my subordinate, so I'll take care of that... because I will definitely reward you generously"

"Well, what am I supposed to do?"

"Praise the valiant with a round of applause"

"Yeah."

When his honestly nodded brother-in-law gave Bongo a big round of applause, whistles and cheers from all over the venue as if the curse had been lifted.

Bongo wandered around waving to his guest seat and lowered his head deeply towards his brother-in-law.

Yeah, he snorts and rushes after his brother-in-law as he returns to his VIP seat with his big crotch.

I'm kind of glad you're in a better mood.

Hospitality is a success!

And it's good to have floated, but I'll end up going to the baseball field early in the morning the next day if my brother-in-law wants me to...

He's going to spill a hot dog ketchup and wear a bright red Schenker Scorpions uniform, or if he finds a good pitcher he stops the game saying "I want to try that one too"...

At the end of the sentence, on the third day, I said, "I want to play a game from the start," and quickly assemble a team for him to play a red and white game...

Something's getting tired.

Despite the rust coming out of me, the entertainment of my wife's family is already dust...