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

When I was invited out to the garden by the sweet smell, the green lit by the warm spring sun seemed glittering.

Little flowers bloom, butterflies fly, white spheres descend from the sky.

White sphere......?

I picked up a white baseball ball that rolled at my feet, and when I was wondering, I heard some voice from across the hedge.

"Yabe, you're a nobleman in this house..."

Go apologize.

I don't want to die.

"Idiot, you let him in."

I see.

When I threw the poi and the ball back across the hedge, I heard the footsteps go away with the voice wow.

Sounds like baseball, which started last fall, is completely settled in this city, too.

Of that baseball, the Schenker Baseball Stadium, the world's main mountain.

At noon this day, baseball fans all over Turkiiba were packing there.

There are owners of all twelve aristocratic clubs in Turkiiba, lined up with slack on the ground.

Yes, today is the opening ceremony of the city's baseball league, which runs from spring to winter.

On the platform now in the centre of the ground was the greeting of Estmaon, a teacher at the Turkiiba Demon Guidance School, president of the baseball players' association.

"… there can be as many things in life as there is pleasure, but even more so if there is new pleasure. Something called baseball is a shallow competition in history, but enough to make this old bone chest hot. Square, young and old, shall we not compete indefinitely within the limits of the rules? I hereby declare the holding of the House of Lords League '

I'm supposed to be saying something nice, but the greeting, which was too long to get in my head, was finally over, and a big round of applause from the guest seat that never separated the aristocratic civilians boiled down.

The owners pulled away with Estmaon and instead the players from the first game of the league showed up on the stadium.

The civilians make a long line of snakes to the window to buy betting tickets, and the nobles buy snacks and booze to enjoy this memorable game that will be in history as long as baseball lasts.

This was not intended at all, but it seems that this baseball field was established as a strange place for nobles and civilians to mingle and enjoy one thing.

Civilians look forward to flashy matches between nobles while showing care such as not looking out for VIP seats.

Though the nobility would not put it to the mouth, he tolerated the civilian watching the game as a contender.

"This will be followed by a kick-off ceremony by His Excellency Major General Major General Majes of the Army, former director of the School of Magic Instruction. Ladies and gentlemen, please be quiet.

A schoolmaster in a robe went up to Pitcher Mound with such an announcement and took a brilliant strike with a fireball straight that really burned the ball up.

Dean, you practiced quite a bit...

Looking around the audience with his hands up, the school director looked lively like he'd never seen before.

Almost at the same time that the baseball season began, the production site of the supergiant demon also began to re-run.

The hundred-metre dock, which had accumulated garbage and sand, was cleaned beautifully, with a tent stretched out on one side to block people's eyes and blocked from the outside world.

Torquiiba is a spy heaven now, naturally.

The guards also hire amazing wizards who have come from somewhere, mixed in with student part-time jobs at the Magic Instruction School to exercise vigilance.

The discomfort is bursting, but maybe they also have a situation that would have been sent to them by Wang Du's brother-in-law.

Even though it's for espionage, we can't send it in big... The demonic development we're doing is nominally a student's personal research.

Spread the desk around the corner of the guarded tent of such strong faces, I was preparing for the last time before the demonic creation with Laura, who came with me in the name of surveillance.

"Look, the guy with the colored glasses over there is the full door of" Eye of the Eagle, "the middle-aged woman in the Tongari hat over there is Quez Eno from" The Worm Man, "is his eldest brother going to let him do it in guerrilla warfare over here as well?

"Oh, is that the person your brother-in-law sent you?

"Well, yes. If I remember correctly, 'Eye of the Eagle' should have been a lieutenant and 'Wormman' a second lieutenant. They're both military men who sold their names on the Northern Front. The Northern Front has a fortress so big that it can't see its end..."

I'm going to create a reagent half listening to Laura's commentary.

Whatever kind of active wizard you've been, whether you're a student part-time wizard, you're with everything on your side.

I trust that blonde brother-in-law with a certain vector.

At least until the super giant demon is complete, it will keep me safe.

"Ah, Laura, write down your specifications"

"Hmm? Yeah."

Laura takes the specifications that were at the edge of her desk and glimpses what it says and wrinkles between her brows.

The open page said something like a magic formation that was so broken down that it took little shape.

"Is this... a magic formation? Is it about to write?

"Oh, no, that's fine. That's the way we use it."

"I've been looking into the obvious before my first assignment, but I've never seen a magic team like this before."

"I haven't even published the study yet."

I will explain to Laura, who looks strange, pointing to a dock about ten meters deep in front of me.

"At the depth of that refining tank, how do you think you would make a clock tower class demon?

"Can you make it? Can't you make it?

"Well, I can't do that. I really need five times that depth."

"Then why don't we just have to dig in extra again?

"That hole alone took a great amount of time, that's not realistic. So the magic formations that broke apart just now will help."

My explanations have deepened Laura's doubts, and you look so surprised.

"That's a magic formation to build a demonic body in stages. If you make a head, you lift it up, and now you make a shoulder, then you make a chest, then a belly, and that's how you repeat the construction, and you eventually create a whole demon."

"You're not coming to the pin..."

"That means, for example, building, we start building it from the roof of the building and assemble the lower part as we lift it."

You had a bad explanation for me, Laura's increasingly strange face.

Well, there's still no skyscraper itself in this world, so it's natural that there's no concept of a T-UP construction method that builds the lower floors while jacking up and lifting the floors you built.

I don't know what else to do, but maybe I should have explained it properly in advance using mockups, etc.

"... so, that roof... no, how did the magic formation make only the head and shoulders of the demon?

"Huh? Aren't we usually just going to break down an original element? Anyone can do that there, can't they?

"Hmm, I don't know about that..."

If you notice, Laura wrinkles around her forehead and holds her temples in a slightly different way.

The presentation of technology is difficult, all the more so if it is a revolutionary new method in that world.

My presentation to Laura ended up late at night and... I still didn't make it, and I was supposed to put together a paper on the new method in writing before the demon was built.

I've just gotten around to work, but lately I've started doing a lot of new things with my personal stuff.

"Nmo ~"

"Hey! The cow is big again -!

"Yes, yes! Suck it off!

"This sausage-ki-shaped demon is not convenient."

"Whatever the animals put out, they suck it out and dry it. I want one in the dorm."

"It was in the dorm when the demon crystals were expensive and unusable."

First, he started livestock production in the basement.

The basement was buried in the army about half the way, and for now it was useless, so we started raising animals there.

Smell and fecal urine treatment were the problems, but I am getting something done with a deodorizing demon made in a hurry and a vacuum cleaner demon with dehydration.

Why did you start doing that all of a sudden, there were circumstances that I couldn't stop, too.

Well, I don't know... is it all because of the Dungeon meat distribution in the Schenker family, or because of the fact that it has become normal for the city to have meat...

Originally, the distribution of meat in Turkiiba was limited.

Just the meat that the adventurers hunt, and the meat that the local livestock producers make, and the meat that is small in quantity but brought from elsewhere.

Meat was more valuable in that situation and both adventurers and livestock producers were able to eat well.

By the way, things have changed since our house started bringing meat back from the dungeon.

Whatever adventurer the guild is guaranteeing to buy, the meat the livestock breeders make in their quotas can no longer be sold as before.

I didn't spin meat straight into the city for once either, but it still seemed like a big blow.

Recently, one of Turkiiba's long-established livestock vendors was finally crushed.

What I'm raising underground right now are the animals that I've been crying over and buying from the proprietors there.

"Cockoo! Cockoo..."

The chickens running around my feet look fine so far, but I've never heard of livestock production underground in my previous life.

But there's not enough land on the ground to make a ranch... and the land of the crushed vendor was a lease with plans for the next one.

Anyway, odor and dirt disposal managed to some extent with force moves by demonstrators, but various challenges will continue to arise.

Even if I can cure all the illnesses, it must be a big deal.

Well, but on the contrary, if you think about it, you don't know when dungeon rights can be covered, and there's nothing wrong with meat being self-sufficient.

This is also an opportunity to manage to think positively.

So you can make Tolkiiba brand cows, brand pigs, ground chickens, that sort of thing.

Right, you can use milk or eggs to make confectionery.

Looking forward to it... to the pudding... caramel...

Even though it deodorized, I was thinking about it and escaping reality while I was stuck behind my knee in the pig's nose in the smelly basement...

Magical Schenker Group headquarters, directly above the entrance to its underground ranch.

The move was decided.

Moving doesn't mean moving far away, moving to the same place (...).

The acquisition of all the houses on Schenker Avenue that had been going on for a long time is finally over.

As once planned, the 'Schenker Town' construction plan to transform all bungalows into five-story apartments is finally off to a start.

And naturally that bungalow includes the former pickle factory at Schenker headquarters...

The Schenker headquarters was to be relocated to the ground floor of a core building that could be erected after demolition there.

And now I was in the process of temporarily relocating the headquarters function to the first floor of the apartment in front of the headquarters that I had been building ahead of time.

"Where are my shoes?"

"I'm carrying a big pot, so I need to help!

"When you write your name properly! We can rub it later!

"I'm sorry, Master, but..."

The chicken, the best head of that Schenker headquarters, who is also a candidate for the decree in my house, lowered its head with pepper.

"No, I don't care about that, do you have enough moving hands?

"So far it's ok, it's helping because the rest of the ladies are all here to help"

"That's good. So, you're here today."

"Yes."

I wonder if it's the treatment of an indoor outfit that could be dirty, the chicken wrapped around the arms of a well-tailored shirt to match Sleetack's beige trousers and prepared a notepad and pen.

As usual, chicken clothes aren't much different from what I usually wear anymore.

"I'm going to make the apartment on the headquarters site seven stories, and I'm going to take the premises wider than any other apartment. We're going to have headquarters on the ground floor."

"Right."

"So, you think you can put in a store or something between the second and fourth floors. It's just in the middle of nowhere. It would be convenient to have a shop or something that runs late at night."

Well, he just liked me going to a convenience store or something at night.

You'd be happy to have a convenience store in the middle of the estate.

"Well, that's true... Is it a cafeteria or bakery that's convenient?"

She puts a gold-plated pen butt on her lower lip and seems to be thinking of something.

Maybe you're thinking about who you're going to place, it's a big deal without even looking at one of the materials.

"It's not a shopping mall, so I think it would be nice to have a store that can buy everything from snacks made in one store to medicines and menstrual products for now."

"I really wish there was a store at night where you could buy medication or something, as long as you have a minimum amount of pain relief, the place would go up. It would be great to sell some bread there."

After all, chicken swallows fast, and I guess I'd rather leave this stuff to the basics than to the crap I say.

It would just cause confusion that the great man, who doesn't know the scene, suggested various things.

"What about the other stores? From upstairs to the fourth floor, that doesn't mean there's only one shop for anything in there, does it?

"Hmmm...... we have quite a few women, and from now on we have more children, right? I don't know what would make me happy. I'll leave it to the chicken."

"What? Are you in charge?

"Whatever you want, do whatever you want"

"Um, yeah..."

"I can make a garment store and arrange whatever clothes you want."

"What!? Is it a clothes store!?

What touched the harp line, suddenly the louder the chicken just stepped out and asked me that.

"Ugh, yeah......"

"Does that mean you can decide what products I put in that garment store?

"Well, yeah."

"How much profit margin do you expect?

"No, well, my guys are the clerks and there has to be a red..."

"Well, then, erm..."

Rarely here these days, the chicken seemed a little rushed.

Did the clothesman really want to do it?

Well, she's a dressing lady, and is it like I wanted to have a theater?

"Nothing, it's just above HQ, and if you're paying rent and labor, you could've done the owner in parallel."

When I say that, the chicken looks like a kid who got a Christmas present and says, "Is that true!?," he says.

"Ugh, yeah......"

"I will! I will! Let me do it!

"Yeah... you know, within common sense, right?

Then for a while, the chicken got fuzzy about the clothes store and couldn't really get on with it.

Maybe in terms of theatre hobbies, this is what I'm seeing too...

In terms of hobbies, let's teach chicken on the other hand... it was me who secretly thought so this day.