Spirit’s Paradise And The Idle Another World Life

When I entered the slam to get the eel, I was surrounded by a hella uncle and nasty men. It was going to rub a massive human mince, so when I summoned Silfi, it took time to negotiate and the atmosphere of Silfi, who was on his way to drinking alcohol, went to dangerous waters...... hurry up, hella uncle!

My hella uncle, who doesn't know what's inside of me, takes me to the back of the slam. I can see a flicker and a shadow of the intruder being quarantined by a nasty group. Even if it is made somewhat clean thanks to the magic of life, it does not make the clothes look thinly dirty because they are in better condition.

The condition of the house also increased as it turned to the back, as well as the number of old houses and impromptu houses forced to stick stones and boards in the gaps of stone houses. For the slums, can you be safer in the back?

We arrived at a mansion that was clearly well maintained when we walked enough. A mansion in a slum? Something uncomfortable, but if you're a great slammer, does the mansion deserve it? It's a big square in front of the mansion, and the feeling of speciality is amazing. Apparently, this is the destination.

"Brother, I'm sorry, but I'll leave that noisy hammer with you here."

My uncle, hella in front of the building, offered his hand at me. No, because it's impossible to let my precious magic hammer touch a stranger's uncle.

"I'm not letting go of my weapon in this situation."

"Does that mean my uncles can't be trusted? Or are you not sure about the treatment?

Uncle talks to try me, holding down the noisy surroundings and laughing at Nico.

"I'm confident in the treatment, but there's not enough time to trust you."

"Maybe so, but being in this is important to your uncles, isn't it? Can you honestly give me the hammer?

I can't. But if we leave it like this, it's pointless. Time passes, right? Looking at Silfi in a chill, he seems somewhat calm now, but if he's guzzled here, he's going to be in a bad mood.

"That's all I can concede, isn't it? If you can't do this, don't let this story happen."

Pretend to store the magic hammer in a magic bag and put the magic hammer back in the pioneering tool.

"Was it a magic bag, you have good stuff. But that means we can attack as soon as we take it out, right?

The surroundings are making noise about leaving the magic bag. I guess if I left my magic bag here, I'd never come back. I think I'm saying my surrounding eyes are puffy. Is it your fault?

"Yeah, but if you try to attack, you're going to be one hand late, aren't you? I gave you one hand, so be on your guard."

"Is that supposed to be a concession? This is the heart of the slam, and your brother is in a pretty dangerous place, so I thought he'd be smarter to talk about it."

Uncle threatening me with a hella. When it's too easy to be good, that's going to push you to take care of it later. Dine also said he couldn't live if he was reluctant in this world, and let's argue firmly.

"I don't care what you think, but I'm not giving up any more. No matter how dangerous this place is, it's strong enough to cut through intact."

"Um, I'm not sure. You're my brother. I'm not saying you're weak because you had that hammer lightly, but you don't even look like the type of strong guy who can overcome a number of violence."

Rude! I also want to be angry, but basically I don't even know who I got it from, because it's a pioneering tool and an affinity-dependent strength with the Spirit, I also feel I can't help but feel like I don't have an atmosphere of the strong. I'm more than happy to feel that I woke up with my sleeping talent when I moved to another world.

"I don't care how you see it, it's not what I know. I'm already in trouble, so can I go home?

What's so sad is that I have to spend some time surrounded by nasty old men on a trip. I summoned Sylphi, too, and if it sucks, I'll summon everyone else, and I'll ramble the eel myself. I'm traveling alone, and I wanted to ripen a lot myself.

But when I summon the Bells, they'll want to play in the king's capital. Those are the kids who don't say much about Wagamama, so if you tell them to go home, they'll honestly go home, but they'll be sorry... and that's sad. But I also want to play at night. Hard.

"You can't make it go home easy, can you?... Shall we do this then? I don't touch magic bags in the house. When removing items necessary for treatment, keep away from the subject and obtain permission and monitoring from your uncle. If you touch the magic bag without permission, you will attack without question."

I rely on spirits, and there's nothing wrong with not touching a magic bag. Just be careful not to accidentally touch the bag and you'll be fine.

"That's okay. Guide me."

"Then treat these guys for now and let me see your arms. We had a little fight the other day, and there were a lot of injuries, so we were just fine."

A maintained mansion that doesn't look like a slum, a little confused, but Silfi explored the building and told me there were no traps, so I safely go inside. An unpleasant smell pushed me into the room where I was guided. The smell of a bloody and sweaty man...... better than the smell of a zombie, but this has something mental to come of it.

Besides, for now, it seems that there are other patients of our fate. I don't know what it's like to be careful. But I don't like this vibe.

I don't say treatment or luxury for a beautiful woman, so I wanted it to be at least a well-ventilated and airless room. By the way, there are five evil looking men of gala who have bloodstained them, and they are lying in bed and groaning.

I don't know who they are, but they must be the ones who got hurt in the war. I want to get out of the room as soon as possible, so hurry up and summon Vita. Even Moon may be treatable, but you don't want to summon me to such a bad place of gala.

"Yuta, what's wrong?

"Yuta has a hard time talking, so I'll explain."

Silfi distracted me and bought Vita an explanation to get out. Yeah, it would be very helpful to whisper and talk to yourself in this situation because it would be embarrassing.

"Vita. Like Dine and the others said before I left, are you slowing down the pace for a proper drink?

Is that it? Silfi, you're wrong. The first line is definitely not about alcohol. Besides, when I summoned him, he cautioned me to drink properly and slowly before coming over. You don't have a clue.

"Ha, I know. Don't worry, I was drinking properly and slowly. It seems that Yuta is more distracted than that, so explain the situation."

Vita gently corrected the track for me. Because I heard that Silfi was drinking slowly too, I start explaining it with a sobering voice.

"... I see, more or less I get it. You just have to treat the person Yuta wants."

Vita asked me, so I replied by snorting.

"What's wrong? If you're confused by this much injury, my uncle will be disappointed."

My hellish uncle talked to me about it. I don't mean to be dimpled because my uncle disappointed me, and I want to say I don't care. But you should also raise your ratings for eels, given future developments.

"I'll start now."

"That's good. Be careful if you don't get permission from your uncle to give him the treatment tools."

Speaking of which, you're a pharmacist. You didn't deny it after being asked. He doesn't even look like a church official without the atmosphere of a strong man. It would mean that you look like an ordinary person at last. I've been walking around with a big hammer, and I can't cut this rating.

"You don't need tools. It'll be over in a minute, so shut up."

Vita stood next to me as I approached the patient.

"Yuta, which would you rather cure one person at a time, or cure them all together?

... It seems more surprising to heal together, but overdoing it flashly is often a problem. Let them heal one person at a time without difficulty.

(One at a time, please. Treat your palm-pointed opponent as you pretend to chant)

Copy that.

We have a meeting quietly and briefly, wrapping our right palm around the patient in front of us, and pretending to be whispering the spell in a whisper. Gentle light enveloped the patient as Vita put her right hand over the patient to fit my pose. He said it was recovery magic from behind! I hear a targeted surprise. If you thought you were a pharmacist, you'd be surprised because you used magic. It feels a little good.

"It's healed. My right hand and rib are broken, but I've only been treated enough to open the tree, so I almost caught my bone in a strange breeze when I let it go."

Already? It was more serious than I thought. I'm scared that even if my bones are broken, I can only get the right treatment. If you fought in a war, you'd have to certify an accident at work. Is it possible that even simple treatments like escorts are favoured in slums? That would be a scary world.

... I think I'm going to be even more scared, so let's just finish the treatment. Move in front of the remaining four patients and have Vita treat them one after the other pretending to chant with her hands.... the patient has healed too, so I think we can take more reactions, why are you kiotong?

"I'm cured."

Talk to your hella uncle.

"I'm surprised my uncle can use healing magic. You were a cleric. But I'm not impressed with you saying the right thing. Some guys were fractured, it should be hard to get them fully healed without repeating them several times no matter how much healing magic. Or does a slum dweller mean that one healing magic is enough? I'm used to being looked down on, but it's unpleasant to be outspoken."

... Will you not heal completely without breaking a bone and repeating the healing magic over and over again? So the patients didn't move. I don't know because I've never had healing magic. View Chira Vita.

"I'm fine because I'm healing properly, but I didn't know the effect of the cleric's restorative witchcraft. I'm sorry, Yuta."

Rarely does Vita look like she did it. If you didn't know, how could you? Silfi didn't know much about the Adventurer Alliance, either. I guess for the Great Spirit, people aren't that much attention.

I tried to refrain from being flashy for now, and they treated me one at a time, but it seemed futile. It was a problem before that.

"I'm not a cleric. You're not even out of your hands. You won't believe me if I say it with my mouth, and make sure."

My words, my hellish uncle, go to the patient's side.

"You guys are saying that your brother has healed, right? Just check it out."

Bad gala men whose patients move out in the words of their hella uncle and raise their voices of surprise. With all the blood all over my clothes, it's surreal that I don't look any better when I see it.

My hellish uncle, who checked on the men, walks toward me with a serious face. What is that sharp eye? I feel out of my mind. My hella uncle is still easier and more helpful to deal with...