Spirit’s Paradise And The Idle Another World Life

Mr. Jude asked me to treat a person known as a parent. As soon as that parent gets better, he thinks he's raiding even though there's no evidence, and he's trying to punch them in. You're full of energy.

"Father, please calm down. Now I would be first to thank my teacher for treating my father, rather than punching him in. Doesn't that mean my father hates me the most?

Mr. Jude said something extra. That's a pattern that's sure to get me involved.

"Hmm? Doctor? Am I being treated?

Parenthood to be Kyoton. Right, you were fast and rough remembering you were raided.

"It is. We couldn't cure our father. There was nothing I could do, and the teacher there showed up to help me. That's not all. I don't know. He treated my father's right knee and lower back."

"Knees, hips? Oh, it's true, it doesn't hurt at all.... Stupid Yarrow, why don't you say something important like that soon? I'm really sorry I'm late for your teacher. I'm Blast. The grace of life returns with life. Say whatever I can."

I don't like this situation anymore. But do these people feel more like ninjas than yakuza?... I don't really understand the difference between Yakuza and Ninja, and I don't feel like Ninja is a good fit with a worldview like medieval Europe, but I don't think it's what I was thinking.

"Um, Mr. Blast, I'm sorry, but I'm acting like I'm hiding my name right now, so I can't name it. As for that and treatment, it's a substitute for tolls, so you don't have to have them returned with your life. And you have no right to stop punching me, but after a few days at rest. This is your request as the one who treated Mr. Blast."

Speaking of which, he'll be at rest for a few days or so. If the slums are peaceful while I'm in King's Capital, it's no problem for now.

"You have a lot of teachers, too. All right, I won't ask for details. But that's all. Then I can't thank you. I promise to rest a few days if the teacher says so. Is there anything else I can do to help?

No, there's no such thing as a thing. Someone who has become a little too famous in the area to play with can go abroad. The shame of the journey is to throw away the shame. Mr. Blast, Mr. and Mrs. Jude, I hope you don't look at me with those laborious eyes.... heartbreaking.

Yeah, let's switch. It hurts my heart to stay like this. Besides, you're scared the other way when they try to repay you with all their might. Hmm, the atmosphere isn't going to convince me that there's nothing there. Even though it sounds like Nintendo, I'd rather not get paid by these people. … would you like me to help you with the main purpose that came to the slam?

"Now lend me someone familiar with the slam"

"Is that all you need?

Mr. Blast, you obviously look like that's all that's missing.

"Yeah, I can't think of anything else. If there's anything I can ask you to do, please do it then. Well, lend it to me."

"Okay. Say anything at all times. Be as powerful as you can."

"Please"

I don't plan on using the loan but if you think you got a connection with the back society...... it could help in any way. I don't know what it's all about.

"Then you're a guide. If it's true, I'd like to show you around, but I can't do that with my word to the teacher. Jude, you treat the teacher."

"Yes, Doctor, don't worry, I'll show you around."

I don't know. If he's Slam's in-laws, he's going to be accommodating. I'm a little concerned about the raids by hostile groups, but slums would normally be entangled and unchanged without guidance. But if you're coming with me, I want you to go back to your frigid hella uncle when we met.

... Doesn't it seem impossible to say? Then it's time to go get some leeks in your spare time. As I tried to speak to Mr. Jude, one of the gullible men came in through the door and struck Mr. Jude in the ear.

"Doctor, we're done collecting patients. What do we do?"

... Oh, I treated my parents and completely forgot. You promised to treat the slums. I didn't have time, so I told him to collect the patients in as many places as possible.

Damn... I could lend enough to treat my parents, and I should have said something extra. Say it's a hassle and I'm tired and say no?

"That's a lot of people."

... Silfi twinkles with Potsung. So much? I look at Vita, but it doesn't seem particularly problematic. Then I'll do it or not.

It's troublesome in the mood, but maybe the slums don't have much chance of getting treatment or anything. You gather people like that to treat you, and you say no because it's a hassle after all?... You can't. You won't be mad at me for saying it, but I can't feel it.

Huh, I sowed it myself, so can't you help it? Vita, I'm sorry I bothered you. Tell Silfi to serve extra booze when he returns to paradise later.

"... ok. Now, let's treat it quickly. Guide me."

Whoa, I don't know if it's too much to get together. Hearing that I would treat the slum dwellers free of charge, I tried my best to get Mr. Blast back to bed, and Jude's wife rested, and then when I left the mansion, people were gathering neatly in the square in front of the house.

... You had so many injured and sick people. I don't think Vita would have a problem, but this number freaks me out.

"I am truly sorry, Doctor. I asked my men to gather patients around, but they gathered more than I expected..."

Mr. Jude is bowing his head with a troubled face. I wonder how my people got around the slam. It's okay that an amazing pharmacist can treat you for free. Such a good story, I can also convince you of the negative opinions that you're saying are unbelievable or something.

But the legend! Or a saint who helps the poor for free! Or I hear a lot of beautified content. The rumor is that one person feels amazing walking.

It's already lying on Max before I bother to get Mr. Jude to run a lying rumor later. Well, in addition to this unexplained rumor, if you let it circulate even stranger rumors, you won't understand the translation. Rumors spread more interesting than facts.

"Um, I'll think about it for a second, so give me a minute"

"Okay. Sorry for the inconvenience. We can dissolve it immediately, so please don't push it."

I'm a little distracted by Mr. Jude's words, but let's do what we can.

"No, never mind. I want to think calmly, so can you stay away for a little while?"

Ask the bad galas around me to leave and whisper to Silfi and Vita.

(Um, first of all, Vita, it's like that, okay? Enough magic or something?

"Yeah, if that's about it, the magic I got since I signed with Yuta will be enough, so no problem."

That's the Great Spirit of Life. You don't have a hammer. In that case, the rest is compensation for Silfi and Vita.

(Vita, I'm sorry, but I need your help. And Silfi and Vita called in during the drinks, but when I get back to paradise, I'll give you the barrel, so give me a break)

"I don't need it. We have a contract with Yuta, so it's only natural right to summon him. You don't have to apologize for that."

"Yeah, Silfi's right."

(Is that it? But Sylphie, you were in a bad mood when I was surrounded by Mr. Jude and the others, weren't you?)

"That's it, this is it. Behind all that crap discussion, I thought Dine and the others were having fun drinking, and that would piss you off. Apart from asking Yuta, who normally acts, to apologize. Oh, but I'd be delighted if Yuta's sake barrel was a thank you."

... Either way, I don't think there's a difference in handing over the barrel, but apologies and thanks, this difference seems to be important among Sylphie and the others. But you've served barrels of liquor to apologize before. Yeah? The difference between the pattern I annoyed directly and the pattern I annoyed under the influence of someone else? I don't know, it's hard.

(Copy that. I appreciate this, so I'll give you the barrel when I get back to paradise.)

"Hehe, I'm looking forward to it."

"Haha, that's a good one."

Silfi and Vita nodded happily. In the meantime, this is no problem for the Sylphis and the others. And then there's the way to treat it. I wonder how many people Vita can treat at once?

Vita, is it possible to treat people in the square at once?

"Hmm, it's possible, but then you won't be able to tell me what to pay attention to after treatment. If you don't tell them what's wrong with healing your illness or injury and healing your health, they'll repeat the same thing."

... That's all right, I don't think I have the in-laws to be that close to you. But as the Great Spirit of Life, if you have the opportunity to treat it, you want to treat it well.

I doubt that the situation in the slum can be improved even if I tell you what to look for, but do you want to do what you can anyway? They help people like me. As much as the covenant spirits want, let's ripen it thoroughly without stinking.

(Okay. Then think individually)

"Thank you, Yuta"

(You're welcome)

Now, when it comes to individual treatments, should I wear a hood and hide about my face?... right, many people have already seen your face, but you should reduce your chances of seeing your face up close.

That teacher, he was sneaking around and walking in the pleasure zone! You know... no matter how much shame you say you throw away on your journey, you should have less shame to throw away.

When that happens, I'll wear a hood and rent a room in my parents' house, and healing seems good. My parents seem to be the type to take care of my brother-in-law and my affair, and I won't be turned down.

Keeping people in is going to make security a lot harder, but if you minimize the number of people you put in the house and consolidate security, you won't have a problem. For once, it would be perfect if Silfi had an eye on anyone in the house making weird moves. Silfi, have a detailed meeting with Vita, and I'll call Mr. Jude.

"Is it possible to rent a room for treatment and have patients brought in one at a time?

"Yeah, that's about it, whatever. Would you prefer a large room?

"No, I treat one person at a time, so a normal room is enough. But given the patient in, it would be nice to have a safe room on the ground floor."

"Yes, I did. I'll show you."

Mr. Jude's attitude is completely deaconed. Given this change in attitude, I guess that means I admired Mr. Blast so much. Ask Mr. Jude to show you to your room, put on a robe and put on a hood.

"We're ready. Bring one patient at a time. Oh, someone with severe symptoms, please."

Mr. Jude gives instructions to his subordinate, the gully man. Huh, is the beginning of treatment at last? My job is to shake my right hand, proper chanting and interpreting, let's do our best.... I honestly think it would have been easier to beat Jude and the others, or pay more tolls and do something about it. I don't know what it means to open a temporary treatment center in a slum or something that I plan to get into on my own.