"Ha! This guy is awesome!
One day, all of a sudden, Marc was standing up and breaking his face. I think it is somewhat unnatural to have a good mood that is just out of hiding, and even this big guy with a seizure would be so happy.
I don't want to get involved as much as possible.
With that in mind, I keep working a little distance, and I'm like, "Hey! ♪ And the rage flew in ♪
I look back thinking you're going to be angry in the end, busy Jen.
"What's wrong?
"That warcat, Meena, confirmed to be a witch"
I don't understand what you're talking about for a moment, and I get a raw reply - I behaved 'like that' to be exact.
The truth is, I was pretty upset because they called me a star.
"This guy can sell high, he's a witch at all costs, loading a hundred gold coins won't be enough..."
There was a disturbing word coming out of the soliloquy that I could hear, and I could see that what Marc was thinking was not calm at all.
Witch.
A witch's slave to a slaver is a pretty rare commodity.
Whatever, demand is a lot of deductions, and everywhere wants the special abilities of a witch. Yet quite few have the inherent protection of witches. Besides, human trafficking in witches is' ostensibly 'forbidden, which makes them quite rarely valuable.
About 100 pieces of gold is not enough, but it is a fact. In order to explain the value in a straightforward manner, it may be seen that roughly 100,000 yen worth of gold coins can be bought as 10 pieces of bread per bronze coin and a thousand pieces of bread in gold coins.
Given that cheap slaves are traded for about two gold coins, the reason is that Meena, a witch, is worth more than fifty times that.
"Besides, we've got a business partner. It's tonight. This guy's gonna be a big job."
"Really, it's early"
"The other person is quite powerful. At dawn of this successful deal, I was told that I could relocate to Oasis Street."
Marc, who spoke quickly, asked how the excitement could not be hidden. "Oh, because Meena accidentally overheard a story about a witch, and the Miloir guy saw it, which translates to it being a bingo," he chuckles.
I mean, the moment I heard the word "witch", I accidentally got up.
"I'm not. You know what, I'm a witch. Your favorite Beast girl named Meena was actually a witch."
"Was it..."
"Ah, don't act white."
"Huh..."
Suddenly he gets his hair eagled and pulled right in front of Marc. It is painful because it has a shape that can be lifted for a certain amount of height difference.
"You, how do you feel knowing that your favorite daughter is actually a slave to sell high? Say it."
"... it's a story that leads to the business opportunity of my husband, Lord Marc, so he said it would be a pleasure"
"I'm not asking you to be such a fool, I'm telling you to tell the truth.... hey, that's what you wanted to hide until I broke your husband's dick. Come on. You're sorry, aren't you?
"About what..."
"Don't shimmer. I knew Meena was a witch. She was hiding it in her habit. - You dob rat!
"Eh."
Marc, speaking with a slap on his face, seemed really fun, and he also looked really angry.
"I thought you could hide it from me? I heard about your conversation. - Meena said she was a witch."
……
"And I only heard that you were rebellious against me."
Marc's face leaning over is only a short distance from mine. He's not very popular, I thought.
Interaction with Meena. I'm sure what Marc heard was that conversation where Meena and I were discussing how we could be independent of Marc.
But they couldn't have listened to the conversation that night. Because I made sure there were no people around me at that time, and I made sure there was no one there.
I'm sure what Marc heard was not that (...) night conversation, but another (...) conversation.
"I'm really looking forward to punishing you. Rebellion against my husband was, by some means, a capital offense, right? You know?"
……
"The concealment of important information that one of the slaves is a witch. Rebellion to my husband.... there's more reason to punish you."
……
But all of a sudden, Marc let me go, laughing, "But I'm not a ghost either." Now that I'm free, I immediately distanced myself and let him recruit vigilance.
I'm trying to give you a chance.
"Opportunity?"
"That's right. If you're gonna show me your sincerity about this, I'm not gonna forgive you."
"Sincerely,"
"The point is money."
Moment after moment, I was willing to kill this guy.
Marc seems to know that I'm storing about three gold coins somewhere, even though I'm forced to work without wages.
You probably don't even know where you're hiding it.
So this is how you're trying to get it from me.
How much effort would it have taken to earn these three gold coins, I recall the hard work. I walked around a lot and scratched a lot of sweat. That's how I got the last three gold coins.
Marc, who tries to take it away easily, wonders what is not a ghost?
"Look, at least Meena has about a hundred pieces worth of gold coins. I mean, if I could have something worth about a hundred gold coins in exchange, I wouldn't have to think about it then."
"100 pieces of gold..."
"Don't be discouraged, I have a day. Meena's pickup is coming at night, so we'll just have to have it ready by then. Do you understand?"
After laughing delightfully, I was just able to drop Marc off when he pushed me back to his tent.
Only the unscrupulous word today, to be exact, do something in about half a day, was somewhat in my ear.
"... Lord"
I heard a voice from my back, and I understood that the Lord of that voice must have been listening to all the earlier exchanges. I thought it was just a little bad.
"You were listening, Meena"
"Yes, everything.... I'll be sold, won't I?"
Meena's expression was just shadowed and she couldn't read what the hell she was thinking.
In the meantime, I just had to run around and consume the day I was left.
There can't be a way to earn 100 pieces of gold in a day or something. But I could have tried to get a little closer to a hundred.
In the first place, the more money you buy cheaper and sell higher, the more luxury goods you can handle, so the more profits you can make now that you can move three gold coins.
Besides, since we always competed with a safety focus rather than a profit focus, it is possible to make more profit margins if we are serious.
For example, liquor is the product with a large profit margin.
The quality of alcohol is difficult to understand by the eyes alone, and interestingly enough, many people don't understand it in their mouths. I mean, people don't really have fat tongues that just show "good liquor".
Appraisal skills give the best solution to a world where few of them can add the right value.
It is unlikely that they will grab poor quality liquor first. The question is how to sell that obtained liquor, but that keeps a few head slaves aside and says, "I've reached a point where your husband put it and asked you to appraise this liquor," but all you have to do is hit a play and pretend to be a small user of a rich aristocrat.
If you buy and sell this way, you will be able to generate profits in due course.
As a result, I have three and a half gold coins on hand right now.
Correctly, I bought one slave for two gold coins, so I am one and a half gold coins and one slave.
One hundred gold coins and ninety-six and a half gold coins are missing. It wasn't enough at all.
"Um, your husband"
"It's not your husband, Ili. Your husband was a big man named Marc for the first day."
"Really?"
But I have to pretend I'm doing my best 'not to be suspicious'. For me, that was the purchase of this Elise Halpuia.
Make it a Harpy girl, she looks beautiful and cute. As cute as Meena is to think that's the nobleman who loves things.
"Your husband will change soon, though."
Adding that, Illi looked at me like he didn't really understand.
"Excuse me," he says, stepping into a luxury slavery tent.
"Welcome home.... Oh, who's the kid taking you behind that?
Early on back, Hetyra had her eyes rounded when she found herself behind me with some unfamiliar Harpi daughter.
Well, Lamier walked like this, and she tried to snake me with her lower body, and I was going to be more surprised when I turned my eyes round.
"Oh. Is this the girl? Elis Halpuia, it's Ili. I'm with Mr. Hetaira and I'm a demon child. It's cute but sold for about two gold coins, which is why I bought it.... Look, Ili"
"Yes, sir."
"Well, yeah."
Hetyra was briefly greeting Iri as she said, "Iri, nice to meet you" and "Yes".
"But two gold coins is a lot cheaper."
"- That's right. That's what happens with those hands. Something I can't work."
A new voice came out of Hetyra's back wondering if it was a strange story.
Euphemia Skovolk. AKA Yufi.
The Lord of that voice, who seemed resourceful and pointy at any rate, was a silver-haired elf who seemed attentive.
She is a luxury slave, just like Hetyra, and a little younger than her fifteen-year-old self.
Euphemia's remarks created a subtle air in the four people on this occasion (precisely one more, there is a luxury slave named Nerine).
The Iri hand of the Harpi tribe is a wing, as she said that she cannot work with that hand. I mean, I can't do clever manual work, and it's pretty hard to carry things. Therefore, because there is little work that can be done in Ili, it tends to be cheaper as a slave.
Against such a Uffi, Hetyra continued her words gently to embarrass her.
"Uffi, you are one of the finest slaves. Be careful what you say."
"But Hetyra. I don't think she cares much."
In fact, Iri didn't seem to care, he only reacted with "n," but it didn't seem like that was the problem when I let Hetyra tell him.
"Just because you take an attitude that you don't seem to care about doesn't mean you don't care. That's what word scares are about. You better be careful."
"What do you think of Nell?
Another slave suddenly turned to water by Uffi - a Seylane girl named Nelline, who had been absent at the edge of the tent, was bewildered by "uh, that".
Nelline Sullene. AKA Nell.
I don't know because we haven't had much conversation, but I'm sure Nell was a kid who wasn't very good at conversation.
Always hanging around, and conversations often talk flying and running out of context.
So I wonder, she's one of the luxury slaves again, but I don't often see her alone, and I always have the impression that she's by Yufi and she's pulling herself away from the conversation.
"Uh, I think you're gonna be cute."
"No, Nell, I'm not... well, fine"
Yufi was slightly frightened and seemed to have shrunk his temper to continue the conversation. Elf, I play nice silver hair with comfort.
Instead, he changed his spear and told me, "No, I need to talk to the little man there."
"You, how are you going to make 100 gold coins by buying a slave?"
It is the most serious question. I mean, how do you know that Marc told me to earn a hundred gold coins, and maybe I'm worried about it without a pattern?
I thought so, but I'll answer for once.
"I couldn't have 100 gold coins"
"Huh..."
But instead, I wanted to show my sincerity.
"Sincerity..."
Only for a moment appeared a look that added confusion and disgust to Uffi's expression and divided it by two. "So you're saying you're taking that kid's place?" and whining leaks.
I dared not answer, "Come on. We just have to show sincerity equivalent to a hundred gold coins," he teased.
Although Iri at the time still only reacted with "n".
"But that's all I can think about. I can't believe we're buying slaves at this time. Plus it's adorable, and that's going to be enough of a replacement for Meena if you look at it for the beast lover aristocracy or something..."
"I don't know. I'll try my best not to sell Meena to Marc for now. There's nothing else to hang on to."
……
Uffi's face, which returns silence, was plausibly disgusted. I guess that's my aversion to the dry decision that I don't mind offering other slaves in my place to protect Meena.
Or maybe it's a disgust at the fact that you offer Ili instead and say it out of grand sincerity (...).
The truth is (...), it's nothing. I'm not gonna do that.
However, I was slightly concerned that Iri was thorough and unresponsive. I don't think this kid cares about things like going through his faceless expression and no longer thinking about anything.
Either way, we don't have time. "Well, it's time to go," he said, and I tried on the spot - to follow the luxury slavery tent.
"Oh, wait a minute."
I cut the story off forcefully and said, "Bye, Mr. Hetaira, I'll talk to you. Let's go, Ili" and leave the spot.
I think Uffi's words from his back to Uffi's "He said he came to a luxury slavery tent for what..." came into my ear but ignored it.
What have you even come to a luxury slavery tent for to meet Meena?
I thought I was in a luxury slave tent because I was ready to be sold tomorrow.
Before selling luxury slaves, a little prep is required.
For example, getting familiar. No matter how good the original material is while the body remains unclean, its beauty is ruined. Especially Meena of the Beast Clan. Something needs to be washed with body hair in mind and trimmed to some length as well.
The task is very laborious, so I was expecting it to probably come around to me. Whatever it is, it takes a lot of time, and the quality of the hair, unlike human ones, is stiff, and it's hard to cut it.
By and large, this kind of work is the kind of work that small users like me do. That's why I thought it would be the same this time.
"I'm home now," he reports to the owner's tent.
Sooner rather than later, Marc said, "It was too late." Somehow, I guessed the situation.
"... sorry I'm late"
"I don't mind. I was having fun with the Beast Witches in the meantime. See?"
From behind the marc, I see Meena continue to lean naked and come out, somewhat uncomfortable.
It has an atmosphere as if it were an afterthought, but it would be the Aya of the Word anyway. If you were a witch's slave, a virgin would be more valuable, so you shouldn't have your hands on it -.
Though I thought so.
"You can't have a hundred gold coins anyway, so I put them down."
"... it is"
"Is there nothing to say? He's got no guts. I thought it would make me angry."
Stir it up, but ignore it. I say back in my chest that I just don't like getting punched for nothing.
Besides, I guess it's just a joke to make fun of me. There is no advantage in hurting the Beast Witch (Meena) right now.
Conversely, maybe if I jump on Marc with this furiously, they'll take my frying legs off because of it, what is it about attacking me, sir, like forfeiting your prepared 'sincerity' as punishment.
We should act cool here.
"Dear Marc. I'm sorry. This toshiki, which I tried to come by, did not extend to a hundred pieces of gold coins, and thus I could only prepare something with all my heart. … See, here it is"
"Hmm. Is that Harpy on your back? Sure, but not enough for a hundred gold coins."
It shows the iris behind it by hand, but is immediately cut off. "He looks like he could buy it for a few gold coins if he looks where he looks. For the most part, I was looking for it because I only had a few gold coins, so I guess it was the best I could do," and I felt like tongue-in-cheek about Marc's forensic eye certainty.
"The ingredients are good, the health is good, to quickly increase the value of such a slave is to get familiar and sprinkle with perfume and other kinds of fine clothes. According to the product, the price of about ten pieces of gold increases.... basics of slave traders, but I see you put it into practice"
"Yes."
"Besides, is it booze Harpy is holding? Wine? - I see you've found something like a collapsed product that lets go of" It's my grandfather's idea, but I don't have enough money. "
"It's one of my sincerity"
"Hang on. About twenty and a few pieces in gold, in total."
The market price was somewhat harder than my view that there were about 25 gold coins, but with a good degree of accuracy I was surprised.
If Marc had been dumb with this, it might have been possible to round it up for nearly a hundred pieces of gold coins. Again, this guy is not alarmed...
"You sneak up on me. Forfeiture (...)"
"... eh, that"
Maybe it was because I was thinking about it, but I couldn't understand what Marc said for a moment, and I overheard him.
"I'm saying it's forfeiture, dumb-ass"
"But"
"But there's nothing!
One blow. To a fist rolling out of a giant, my leg floated in space for only a moment, and my body bent over into a sledge. Breathing stops for a moment.
The bone could have broken if the reaction had been slow. The groan is about to leak out of my mouth, but I can barely handle it.
"I originally wanted to kill you for treason, you dumb bastard!
"Huh..."
"Of course not? If a slave rebels against his master, there is no choice but to punish him for death.... Most likely, if the slave prints were working properly, they would be hit by a harder pain than death at the time of rebellion against their husband, but be!
"Eh."
I endured desperately against Marc, who could not stop the assault while talking.
"But it's just not funny to kill. If I'm just gonna kill you, I can't recover the money you're hiding, and if I corner it, I need you to not just die, but help me die for me."
"Hey, to."
"It seems that this idiot (...) has suspected me of tax evasion, and I am now suspected of tax evasion by the Merchant Guild"
Marc, who punches me with a special emphasis on "Dumb of the Goose".
Yeah, it's me. I tipped off Marc's tax evasion suspicions to the Merchant Alliance. And the Merchant Guild is currently on the move to establish Marc's tax evasion charges.
"So if someone decides to have spent that unknown money, it's not a problem.... you know what I mean? Not only did you have a rebellion against your husband, but even (...) a hand-dyed small-time Bowyer?
"This purchase of twenty gold coins is immobile evidence of embezzlement.... you sarcastically mean you made your own evidence of your sins. Zaya Hey."
Marc is trying to escape by making me guilty. He doesn't want Marc to try to evade taxes, and he wants to decide that the unknown flow of funds written in the accounting books is all because of the embezzlement and so on that this petty user did.
Ironically, my sincerity, which increased the value of nearly twenty gold coins this time, was likely to be determined to be immobile evidence of embezzlement. You see, there's no reason why a small user can buy something like this. It's a grumpy story.
Incidentally, one of the duties of merchants in Oasis Street is to 'pay taxes to lords through merchant guilds', and merchants who fail to do so are awaiting the worst death penalty. However, this is not the case in the case where this is unintentionally the case due to embezzlement of small-time users, etc., but it is the responsibility of small-time users.
I mean, I die judged by the worst law.
No, they'll definitely kill you. Because I'm sure you're going to cover me with all the tax evasion you've been doing, not just for 20 sheets of gold this time, so it's probably going to be about a few hundred gold coins cumulatively. It's not hard to imagine my neck flying if it's that big of a sum by then.
"It's time for some customers.... Time's up, Toshiki"
"Please wait!
"Ha, that's something to think about how you can lighten up your sins....... hey there green harpy! Tie him up so he can't move!
I couldn't stand up and throw that up at me. I had to drop off "Hey, let's go, Meena" and Meena, who I could take to a commercial tent. At least get him dressed, don't be ridiculous, don't touch her with such an inferior face, I still couldn't do anything.
I also found that Meena looked back for only a moment and looked as if she had been pulled back by her hair.
Because it's okay.
You had an anxious look on your face, and your eyes insisted so eloquently.
"... Um"
Like you care about me like that, a leftover ili peeked in with me. He looks at me in horror wondering if this guy might have been beaten up because of him because of how things are going on right now, and how restless he can't keep up with the development of stories such as what he should do.
"Oh, it's okay, it's okay," he says, standing up. But I'm about to fall on my way, and I can be supported by Illi.
"... yet, you should rest"
"No, it's okay. Thanks for your support. More irritable than that."
"Are you okay over there? Did I do what I had to do?
"...... hmm. It's okay."
"Right."
It's been a short time since I bought this, but it's time for me to distinguish between the slightly blurry tones of Ili. I'll take care of that. That's an affirmation.
Later only believe in Meena's words.
"Welcome, Ariosh Ong. Go ahead, let's talk about this in a commercial tent."
"Um, let me ask you a favor, Marc and Yaya"
One elderly man stood before Marc, smiling as if he had behaved so lovingly.
Arioshung. According to information on appraisal skills, he was an old man under threat of serving as Adventurer Guild Branch Manager for this Oasis Street for nearly seventy years (...).
The smaller body, the better it looks, can see the remnants of what used to be long skinny bodies gradually fading away. Everyone found that there was nowhere to be alarmed by that expression with sharp eyes, and that Arioshuong was alive and well even though he was old.
The Arioshuong was currently coming to this slave store following about two of his escorts.
Perhaps this old man is the one dealing with this one.
"Hmm. I wonder if she's the Meena Serianslope on the case"
Arioshuong confirmed as he rubbed his mustache.
"Yeah, I heard from Sarasmus that you're a witch of the Beast Clan."
Marc calls Meena in front of Ariosh Ong to explain the product and says, "She's a good dancer," etc.
Arioshung listens to that with interest.
I watched it in the shadows. Now is not the time.
Just keep your fingers shut and watch the interactions taking place in front of you.
"Hmm, I see.... but there is no certainty that she is a real witch. It's possible that he fooled his pretty daughter into thinking she was a witch."
"There's nothing else you can believe about that one. Whatever, the Oasis Act has a law that says witches should not be deliberately (...) trafficked in human beings, so we have no certainty that we can submit them."
"Hmm."
"So if you could, Arioshon would have decided that the slave I bought at my store was a witch by chance"
"But there's no certainty. Come on, we can pay for it."
Shaking his head and reluctant, Arioshuong looked at Marc with the kind of eyes he would just try to tell you if this slave could prove himself to be a real witch. But Marc was also taking it and dealing with it calmly.
At some point he said, "If that's the case, please wait a moment. - Hey, Hetyra. Bring Toshiki and one suitable slave. And those slave covenants," he said, giving orders to Hetyra, who was by his side.
"This witch Meena apparently has the ability to deactivate the constraints of her slave prints in a limited way. Even so, she can't seem to void her own slave prints."
"Hmm? Invalid slave prints?
Yeah, you're right, Marc went on to say it.
Of course it's a lie. Meena doesn't have that ability. I'm not capable of that, but it's true that Meena is a witch.
"Slaves with ordinary slave marks inscribed are slaves all the time, as long as the magic power of the contract is valid - that is, semi-permanent unless there is material damage. You must obey your master's orders. I can't do what my husband forbids. If you break it, you will suffer from severe pain that will drive you insane. - But she seems to have the ability to relieve the severe pain of that slave print."
"Hmm, go on"
"From now on, I will bring the two slaves in front of me. Both the contracts are alive and the slave prints are carved on the body exactly as they are. But one has witch protection, the other has no protection. - To try it, we are going to ask Ariosh Ong to sign a pact of subordination with two slaves and realize that only one of them can actually pass punitive magic."
Marc laughs and suggests in, but the content is outrageous. I mean, anyway, must another suitably chosen slave suffer senselessly?
I also hear that the pain of slave prints is an unimaginable and intense pain.
Probably not going to do punitive magic for that long, but nevertheless, it's not an accumulated thing from the side of pain that can be likened to 'pain like blood blowing out of your skin', etc.
"Hmm, let's do that."
However, Arioshuong's agreement to the matter generally brought the story together.
Now, pathetically, one of the slaves, a sacrifice suffering from pain, will be chosen.
It was decided so quickly that I was surprised and only stunned for a moment.
And whether I wanted to or not, just at that time, my voice rang on me hiding from Hetyra saying, "Come out." Apparently, something hidden has fallen apart.
Representing a shabby figure, Marc threw a scornful gaze at me just saying that it was there to hide and eavesdrop.
Well, what I look like now is not a good thing to look at objectively. Because it's tied with rope. It's also lurking in the shadows and eavesdropping. What a misbehaving thing.
When I saw it, Arioshuong was also bitterly smiling when he saw me again.
"Go ahead, Master Marc. I brought my slaves Cayenne and Toshiki. And here's the contract between the two of you."
"Oh, well done, Hetyra. Now I can demonstrate it. - Cayenne, Toshiki, get naked and sit here in line."
The two summoned - me and the other, the sacrificial slave Cayenne, who was made to be my comparator, were to sit naked in the upper half, just sitting in the front seat between Arioshung and Marc.
I guess the punishment magic is to be done to both of us now.
Cayenne, the slave of the Lizardman next door in particular, must be prepared. Because he has to suffer from slave prints with certainty.
Arioshuong and Marc had signed the contract several times in front of them. Perhaps this is the transfer of control.
"Now the masters of these two slaves have become Arioshung from me. Please, make sure the contract and the slave marks carved on these slaves' bodies are authentic."
"Hmm. The contract looks more authentic. And the slave prints look real at first glance."
"Yes, what do you think"
"The remaining concern is whether the names match... well, do they match. I mean, this contract is a valid contract for both of them."
At the moment Arioshon was surprised if his name matched, one of the guards by his side struck him in the ear. Probably had appraisal skills and checked to see if their names really matched (or if they actually used appraisal skills on the two escorts from me, one had appraisal skills).
"Now we have confirmation," said Arioshuong, nodding to Eagle Fling after hearing a report from the escort.
"Then do the punishment magic. It should only react one way."
"... Marc or"
"What is it?
"If we're still going to make it now, what will your Lord do?
"In time? Fulfill it, what does it mean? - Oh, never mind. These two are slaves who had better attitudes than they were and needed punishment, so pity is unnecessary."
"... well, yeah. Then the two of them there. Cayenne and Toshiki. For a moment, you'll suffer." Suffer. ""
Moments later, Lizardman (Cayenne), who was next door, glowed his slave imprint and struck around the ground. "Ha," he said, scratching his chest as hard as he wanted.
Immediately the activation of the slave print had stopped, but Cayenne had not stopped suffering.
Cayenne finally stopped rumbling after she caught her chest too much or her candle peeled off and bled. "Oh, hey," she swallowed, breathing in the back of her throat, so painful that she had to make that noise and breathe.
I, on the other hand, had nothing.
Naturally, I'm not Marc's slave in the first place.
"I see, Toshiki's slave print didn't shine. But his slave prints and his contract are all real, and his name matches the sign of his contract, but he hasn't suffered."
I see, I see, and Arioshuong, one snorting like he was good at, was quietly thinking about it as it was. Marc, on the other hand, seemed distracted, urging Arioshuong to reply now or now.
"How about that?
"Indeed, neither the contract nor the slave print can be replicated with such precision, etc. Besides, he also reports that his name matches Mitsuji Toshiki's contract. - You can't do it without something to nullify the effect of slave prints."
"Ha. Exactly. Perhaps a witch's ability."
"Hmm. I see."
Ever since I said that, Arioshuong had "finally connected woe," he had complained with a look on his face about what was wrong with one person, mouthing just a soliloquy that didn't make anyone listen to him.
"Now I know your lord's story. Wow, Marc. Did the Lord offer you a permit to open a store in Oasis Street instead of selling a witch? As for the second one, I don't know what kind of picture you're painting..."
"Yes, if you are going to buy this Beastman Witch Meena, I would like you to make it that convenient if you can"
"Hmm. Sell a witch, dress her up for tax evasion, and your lord himself bribes a washi to get a permit to open a store in Oasis Street. I'm not a smart merchant."
"Just kidding. The slave I'm trying to sell happens to be (...) an animal tribe witch, and the tax evasion suspicion hanging on me is because this small-time user Toshiki (...) was spending the store's money on his own. And it's not bribery, it's business (...) that I'm doing to you. Even if my business performance is accidentally accounted for by someone (...) and I decide to open a store in Oasis Street,"
To be honest, Marc was pretty uncomfortable with me when I tied him to sing plainly about something thick.
As it is, Meena will be sold off by Arioshung. And in consideration, Marc earns the right to open a store in Oasis Street, and I'm condemned to death for embezzling and using the funds of this slave store.
It is the powerful Arioshuong who gives me the palate. Even if I sue around for my innocence, everyone will believe Ariosh Ong, not me.
In other words, it will be Marc's solo win.
"Regards,"
With a joyful grin, Marc was bowing his head respectfully.
"- Capture him!
All of a sudden, Arioshuong roared. At the same time, the two escorts held Marc down and rolled him to the ground.
"Hmm!?
All too suddenly, Marc was quickly resisting, rolled to the ground and instantly restrained in his arms.
I have the expression that I don't know what it is.
But I, on the contrary, 'knew' from what to what.
"I kept you waiting, Lord Malevito. No, Toshiki."
Arioshung looked at this one with a tearful grin as he untied the rope tied to my body.