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

It's late winter when the wind stopped.

In order to await the deliberation of the demonic crystal purification demon, the supermassive demon construction plan had been completely suspended because the surface was' in the process of procuring supplies'.

At the bottom of the finished 100-meter construction dock are thin piles of dead leaves and sand flowing from somewhere, and the site workers who have been helpful are putting their energy into the construction inside the wall.

It was hard to make this huge dock as well, but all I'm saying is it's just a hole.

It's nothing like being taken inside, and it's not like it can be broken, so I'm just leaving the minimum security...

I don't know what's fun, but they come to see such a hole every day just because the Turkiiba residents who have no time to spare are new attractions.

If you climb above the city walls, do it big, but go home impressed with depth on your own, so long as you congratulate me.

After all, we're all free during the winter when we can't farm.

They're also very busy with a lot of city people applying for short-term employment in our butchery and tannery.

This manpower was playing until last year, so stable employment is essential to the development of the city.

Because the gold is turning around properly, there are more people in the mall this winter than usual, and the city people's outfits look a lot warmer.

In such a cold but bright atmosphere, people like the city's free man representative came to MSG's Magical Schenker Group headquarters on Schenker Avenue.

"That mole festival. Come on, why don't we do it again this year?

Siciliki, the second son of the three Schenker brothers, said that while stroking a chicken pet blue dog on his lap.

"What? A mole festival? What's that?"

"So come on, there's a festival you did on your own last year, the one that was burning around that little mole statue"

"Oh, you mean the Pickles' epic last year."

Last winter, they wished the Tolkiiba Talababara Trading Team, sent to the far north's end, safe, and created and festived the company of the God of the Mole, the patron saint of the Pickles of Centaur, their head.

The temple is still there, but the giant mole mountain bike made with half a joke was very disapproving when it was too creepy, and I burned it because I had no place to leave it.

"Yes, yes. Come on, why don't we do it again this year? In our partition compartment if you can."

"Our meet...?

"I'm the face of the South Town festival divider, me, Senior Fasalina, my daughter-in-law's mate. Come on. We all have nothing to do in winter."

"Hmm."

"Please, hey, with this!

Funya smiles and lowers her head brother, but the festival takes manpower and time to prepare anyway...

You haven't even entered dungeon rights yet last year, and people and time were free to use it.

"My brothers just want to make a scene, don't they? I hope you didn't do it elsewhere..."

"I'm not giving you permission to say that the civilians want to festive on their own. ~ Please - let me do it on this street with you!"

Brother pulling the sleeve of my jacket with the eyebrows in the letter C, but nothing. Our street is not a rental space.

It's something I can decide on my own... No, on the other hand, is it something I can only decide on my own?

I don't know what to do...

"The face of our party. Come on, I'm facial to all kinds of places. Come on, I think it helps a lot when it's connected ~?

"I can't connect... Lina, Lina, what's your sister-in-law saying?"

"My daughter-in-law's getting pretty hungry, and I'm sure she'll be glad she hasn't been able to get out of the house lately."

"Hmmm...... what do you think? Chicken, what do you think?

Asking the chicken of the lead slave who was holding back behind me, wearing a black lace-covered dress all the way to her neck, she quickly-moved and nodded her chained gold Dade glasses.

"I was wondering if you'd mind. Winter is really a time of little fun, so it's a return to the city if it's well known."

If that's what chickens say, I guess so.

It doesn't seem like we're talking about what I have to do.

Ma, look.

"Well, if your brother's gonna do a good sign, I can take care of it."

"Like really!?

"Yeah, talk to Iska for more information"

If you let these kinds of jobs gang up, it's also like growing a managerial position.

I've had people under Iska lately, it could be a good experience.

"Yay!

That's what my brother said while grabbing the blue dog's front leg and letting him live, "I'm going to tell everyone!," he jumped out of Schenker headquarters to roll.

Finally the freed dog stood up looking a little tired, lying back and shaking his tail loosely so as to wrap it around the chicken's leg holding him back.

It's about a day when cold air climbs up like crawling your feet off the ground.

At the hands of me and Laura, the first scoop was poked into a roughly large enclaved construction site.

A great deal of applause comes from the faces of the Schenker family and the people of the city lined up around us, and we wave to respond to it.

Yes, the real theater construction at Schenker's planned theater site has just begun.

"Oh, boy, you're finally here"

"No, it's been a long time."

I give back a bitter laugh to Laura, too.

It was really long, this should have been pretty short, but the original plan was sweet.

"Isn't that because you were stopping by all you wanted?

"I can't help it, there's been a lot going on."

"Well, what do you say?"

While we were talking about that, a big barrel of liquor was carried in front of us, making noises with Pacan and the lid smashed open.

A cup is handed out to our faces and tourists, with a loud cheer and whistle.

It's supposed to be a mirror break at the completion ceremony after the building is completed... but we're also a brewery in a way, and a lot of people from the city are here today, so it's a behaving drink.

You can be glad it happened as many times as you want.

Though I have come to suck on alternative liquor for all humans.

There was only one person with a dark face as they all had a full smile.

I put my partner Bongo on my back and walked in with a face that wouldn't float...

It was our oldest stock, the Centaur pickle.

"Congratulations"

"…………………………"

Two people in matching blazers made for the ancient stock slaves say hello, but it still feels somewhat dark.

Was it some kind of mistake at work?

"Is there a pickle or something?

"No......"

"…………………………………"

"Bow?"

"No, actually, I just pulled a bow and broke it yesterday..."

"You got that big bow?

"Ha, well..."

Pickles usually carried a big bow that was given to the city's famous adventurers.

It's a little unusual to pull that one and fold it.

"Pickles have grown tall, too, so how powerful are they now?

"I get it......"

Centaur, a body like looking up, tilted his neck as he tried to shrink the muscles that could even be seen from above his clothes.

"Hmm, it's like a corpse. It's been big since I met you, but you've grown up even more lately."

My daughter-in-law walks with her pickle torso pounded, but on second thought, she's pretty big on horses.

As Laura pulled the pickle's arm a little while back, she tried to fold her body and grate the human body part down.

"Try your arm."

"Yes."

As the pickles bend their arms with strength as they watched what was going on around them...

The arm part of the blazer that looks sturdy makes an unpleasant noise with the butch tears and the thickness of my upper arm swells up as much as my thigh.

Her upper arm muscles, visible from between the torn shirts, were bucky and cool that I couldn't forbid a little admiration even if I wasn't very interested in muscle tresses.

"Wow..."

"Whatever you eat, that's it..."

"Fine..."

The men around seem to feel the same way as I do.

I was sending a lucid glance at her muscles.

"This... is outrageous... I guess a decent bow won't hold it all together"

"Yes......"

Bongo gently strokes the back of the pickle, which has broken the blazer and has become more and more depressed, while still in a forward bent position.

I did a bad thing, even though my wife did it, and I'll have to pay for the costume later...

"Pickles, I'll ask the Tolkiiba Ichi bowman for a new bow. I'm sorry to hear about the previous bow, but now I'm going to have you make one that won't break if you can."

"What, really?

The dark pickle's face became brighter.

She's the best fighter in our group of adventurers, and you can spend as much money as you want. Let's get you the best bow.

"Really, so don't be so distracted."

"Thank you!

"... or..."

Bongo gently slaps the back of the pickle with tears in his eyes and joy.

These two have been friends ever since we met.

Friendliness is a good thing.

Oh, and I remembered hearing and thinking:

"Pickles, by the way, do you know those people?

Ahead of me pointing at it with a quick elbow, a bunch of back-length centaurs who had lost one of their heads from the others looked at this one with some concern.

"Those are the people we met last year on our journey..." replies Pickles, scratching his eyeballs with his pinkies.

"Heh."

"He seemed to be having trouble with his job, so I asked him out to see if Tolkiiba would, but he really relied on me."

"Did that happen? Well, did you guys find a job?

"Yes, for once..."

"That's good"

"Thank you"

"Oh, later, I broke my clothes..."

"Excuse me, thank you"

Pickles, who received a gold coin from me as he lowered his head, walked to his buddies Centaurs, shaking his torn sleeves.

In time, will both Pickles and Bongo get married and have children?

Even my theatre construction, which was a dream since I was a kid, started right now, and it won't be long.

When did the Pickles of the same age and the Schenkers, the two of us, get so big?

In a way, maybe it's because of her.

Speaking happily with my fellow Centaur, I silently raise my cup to her with those glasses on that I went to buy with her... the snow out of the period that had been glitching since just now fell fluttering into it.

Heh, and laughs abound.

The cold snow dried up.

All you have to do is wait for a warm spring.

From the slices of cloudy sky, the bright blue sky glistened.