I'm an Adventurer! ~Musou Skill is Plane Magic~ (web version) - Episode 31
The village chief take about 200 large gold coins and deposited the rest of money he had, and we left the adventurers’ guild. The surprise of the guild staff when we handed over the leather bag containing the cash was quite something.
“Now, let’s get one more thing done before the end of the day.“
With that, the village chief walks off towards the central square.
“What’s your other business?”
Come to think of it, that was right. The main purpose of this trip was to purchase slaves in order to quickly increase the number of villagers.
Since my reincarnation, I’ve been a slave until just a few hours ago, but to tell the truth, I don’t have much of an aversion to slaves. That’s probably because of the personality of the village chief. The village chief did not mistreat his slaves, nor did he abuse them, nor did he work them hard. Dealing with monster, natural disasters, etc., are just things that are inevitable in a frontier village. I, for example, was like, ‘Can I do whatever I want like this?’ I was given so much freedom that I thought that. Well, I was a kid.
“You might want to get one. It’s a tough become an adventurer on your own.“
The village chief recommended that I buy one. It’s true that I can’t camp and sleep alone in this world of monster and thieves. Besides, I want to keep the fact that I’m a wizard a secret as much as possible. It’s not easy to find friends that you can trust, and a slave who can be coerced to a certain extent may be perfect for me.
“And what’s more, it’s not like anyone’s won’t take advantage of you as a child. It’s a good thing I’m here for now, but for the future, it’s better to have an adult on your side.“
Okay, that’s true. I may be an old man on the inside, but I’m a complete child on the outside. I’m not going to be fooled easily, but if it’s a mess that can be avoided, it’s better to avoid it. It’s better to have them as a deterrent, too.
“Yeah, okay. But only if i find the right person.“
No more reason not to buy it.
“I’m sorry, there are no adult male slaves left at all…”
We walked into the slave trader and told them what we wanted, and their immediate response was this. It’s look like we’ve stumbled out of the blue.
“We had a big deal the other day, and we’ve sent all the adult males as well as combat-ready adult females over there. As this is the type of business we do, we have no plans for the next shipment. I am sincerely sorry.”
The slaver’s little bearded, skinny middle-aged man apologized with a deep bow. He looked normal on closer inspection, but as he’s wearing a black jacket and have that little mustache makes him look very suspicious.
That big deal is probably war-related, which I heard about in a commercial guild. I don’t know if it was the country or the commercial guild that bought it.
Not many civilians would want to go to the battlefield where their lives are in danger, so they send slaves instead. It’s a little annoying to be treated as if you were a thing, but that’s how slaves are supposed to be treated. I was quite fortunate. Thanks to the village chief.
“Well, It can’t be helped then. I’ll ask the guild to provide the escort. Then I’ll ask for about 10 children, male and female. Can I see them?“
“Yes, sir. If you’ll just stay here for a moment and let me get it ready.“
With that, we were led to a room that looked like a parlor, and the slavers disappeared to wherever they were.
The room is built much the same as a commercial guild’s reception room. However, the cochineal curtains on the windows and the black stone flooring make the atmosphere a little heavy. I suppose the intention is to create a sense of gravitas, but even the mood is heavy. As I can’t get rid of my Kansai-ness, I can’t help but feel uncomfortable about this kind of thing. Heavy things are not good for me. I can’t stand it anymore and talk to the village chief.
“You’re buying a child?“
“Hmm? Yeah, I am. Plus, you will be leaving. Besides, we don’t have many children in our village. Even ten is not enough for the future. But we’re not ready to accept more at once. We’ll see how it goes this time with about 10 people.”
I see. So you’re thinking long term. It’s not going to be an instant success, but that’s a matter for the years to resolve.
“Where is Nolan?”
“…Well, you’ve noticed that too. I guess there will be a war after all. Nolan is located in the north central part of the continent, further north than the capital. It’s across the inland sea called the Lute Sea, but it often comes across the sea to raid our country.“
Is it like a medieval Norse Viking? England, frustrated by the repeated looting, strikes back.
“Thank you for your patience. It’s ready when you are.“
After talking so far, the slave dealer came back and said.
“Okay. Beat, you pick one, too.“
“What, me too?”
“Yeah, you look at it and tell me what you think.“
You want me to check its condition by detecting its presence. When a person is weak, they emit less presence. Well, that much is easy.
I became convinced on the road trip to this city, but it seems that this sense of presence is still detecting magic. The strength of the aura that the village chief wore looked an order of magnitude different before and after he got the physical enhancements. The quality hasn’t changed. If I were to use an analogy, it would be the difference in the strength of the fan.
It was also supported by the fact that the monster in the Northern Great Forest had a smaller presence compared to the monster in the Great Forest. The aura that the weak monster wore was also weak. The monster’s aura in the Great Forest had its strengths and weaknesses as well, but I didn’t notice the relevance of it because I was taking them out in one hit most of the time. I guess you have to experience a lot to realize that.
The village chief and I walked down the corridor a bit and were led through a heavy locked iron door. It was a fairly large room that looked to be about 20 tatami mats in size, but it was completely devoid of furnishings. The walls were stone and there were only a few small windows with iron bars near the ceiling. On the other side of the door we entered, there is still a locked iron door. This is a room for the inventory, and beyond that door is probably the slaves’ living quarters.
And there were about 20 children of both sexes waiting in line in this room. Their ages ranged from about 5 to 10 years old, with a few more girls. Many seem frightened, but a few are staring at us. I guess it’s a sign of anxiety, but they don’t seem to see us in much favors. For them, since they are being taken to a strange land by a stranger, is it natural to say that it is natural?
They’re all nicer than I imagined they’d be. It is a commodity, so they may not treat it poorly. They are all dressed in matching white kangaroo robes. However, it seems that everyone is wearing the same size, as the small children are ankle-length, but the large children are above the knee mini. There are a lot of girls, so it’s a little hard to look at them. No, it’s not Loli. It’s not.
“What do you think? We focus on hygiene in our shop…“
“What do you think, Beat?”
“Well, let’s see… that one, that one, and that one seems to be a bit weak.”
Two boys about my age and one girl a little older than me. They are not so weak, but their aura is quite weak. She was standing still, but her body was shaking. Her face was red and she might have a fever.
“Well, the village is a long way away. It’s not nice to take the weakest ones with us. We’ll have to not include those kids.”
“What? It can’t be…i-indeed, there seems to be a bit of a fever. Hey!”
When the slaver calls out to them after confirming, two men who looked like employees who had been waiting in front of the door until then try to take the weakened children to the back door.
“I’m sure they’ll be fine, but I think you should put them in a separate room from the other kids. You don’t want them to get infected.“
The slavers and the men look gawked at each other for a moment. If it’s just one or two people it’s alright, but if three of them are having a fever, it’s quite possible that it’s an infectious disease. Don’t you have any medical knowledge about that? It’s something you’d normally know from past experience or something.
“Is that so dangerous?”
“No, it’s probably just a cold, okay? It’s the change of seasons. Eat some porridge and sour fruits and go to bed and they’ll be fine. If they’re not too weak, an adult wouldn’t be able to get infected, would they?”
I answer the village chief’s anxious question. It’s getting chilly at night. The ventilation is not very good, and there’s no reason for them to be under the sun, so it’s understandable that they’re not feeling well.
Even the slavers seemed to be somewhat relieved, though they had their doubts.
“Ye-yes, what would you like to know !?”
When I spoke to the slaver, he replied in a backhanded voice. A bit creepy. I didn’t mean to do that at all, but I guess it’s just a little bit awkward because it’s like looking for the rough edges.
“Are all the slaves behind that door?“
“Yes, that’s right.”
“Now, can you bring the person at the end of the hall on the right with you?“
When the slaver heard my request, a look of clear astonishment and alarm appeared on his face this time.
“How did you know that…“
“Hmm, I can’t explain it, but I’m curious about it.”
“What do you mean? Beat.”
I beckons the village chief to face me as he asks, and replies in a whisper in his ear.
“(There’s that one person in the back with a really big sign.)“
“(Really? But the slaver said no slaves are capable of fighting?)“
“(Yeah, that’s why I’m curious.)“
Yes, I can feel a strong presence from the back. Not as strong as the village chief, but clearly a bigger presence compared to other ordinary people.
“Indeed, there is one slave in the back who is a bit of a liability. However, she is a newly grown woman and not fit for battle. That’s why I didn’t show it to you this time, but would you like to see it?“
The slaver replied in a rather poorly executed manner, perhaps to make up for his earlier blunder. He seems surprisingly petty and good-natured. Even though he looks stinky on the outside.
And the one who was brought in was a beautiful girl with long blonde hair. She is slightly petite, maybe a little less than 150 cm. She was wearing a simple robe, just like the other slaves, but her appearance is full of an elegance that cannot be hidden. It’s a little low, but the nose is straight, and the lack of power in the blue eyes that tend to be downcast is regrettable, but there’s no one who would argue that it’s a beautiful girl.
Also, the breasts are normal – B or C. I can’t help but look at them when I meet a woman. It’s inevitable. It is inevitable, I said it twice because it’s important.
“As you may have noticed, she is a former noblewoman, a daughter of the Marquis. She was once the betrothed of His Highness the Second Prince, but the Marquis broke off the betrothal and she became a slave.“
As the slaver explained this, the beautiful girl covered her face with her hands and broke down in tears.
I mean, an engagement break-up girl! I didn’t know this was an Otoge world!
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