The day after the store opened, the store was still busy.

The watering cold water seemed pretty popular.

Normally not only women, but also many gothic men like adventurers come to buy them.

The next favorite was the upper white sugar.

A lot of people seem to want to try and buy sweet sugar that is hard to reach the common people because they get it for half the price they've had so far.

Many people came on days three and four... unexpected.

Well, there were a lot of inquiries from nobles and kingdom knights about the four types of rings, and it was no trouble dealing with them.

But it was worth it and some nobles ordered it.

Sometimes I've decided to enroll in the Royal School of Magic, and I'm going to make a stockpile while I can't produce a lot.

The sale of the cushions seems the same, and the request for an increase in production is coming, but I can't!

If I enroll in the Royal School of Magic as it is now, production will undoubtedly not catch up.

A delightful scream but also a serious matter.

I plan to improve on sugar soon, but I can't handle potions and rings without being a magician.

Right! Should I buy a slave!

If you buy and produce two or three suited slaves... OK, go buy one now!

Time is limited!

Purchase the seller of the store in the order.

"Gael, I want you to show me to the slave shop because I'm going to buy a slave."

All of a sudden Gael, who was told he was going to go buy slaves, was just surprised, but he seemed convinced right away because he was already watching the store flourish short of manpower.

Take the carriage parked behind the store to the slave store.

"Welcome. Welcome to the Slimus Slave Shop"

A skinny, hyorous, middle-aged man welcomed me.

"I want a few slaves capable of witchcraft, a few slaves of young women and a few slaves who are good at handling weapons"

The slave traders and the escorts are amazed at my request.

That would be the case, too, because these kids are saying they're going to buy a bunch of slaves, and I guess the escorts were thinking to the extent that they were going to buy one or two sellers in the store.

"Excuse me, can I see your ID?

The ID card is a status plate made in the Grand Temple.

The contents that can be hidden are hidden, so we can prove names, identities, etc., as ID cards.

Slave traders have explained that it is a confirmation of identity and a confirmation of criminal record.

It means we can't sell slaves to criminals.

"Dear Christoph von Brutozelles, of the Brutozelles Borderline Uncle House... thank you. I'll have a slave ready for you soon, so please wait here in the booth."

Eleven slaves were lined up in front of us when they called us into the separate room saying we were ready after a while.

"I'm a slave to magicians and young women who are good at handling weapons."

Which one?

Hmm.

Hmm.

I was watching the status of the slaves in silence for a while so the slave traders were sweating cold or wiping sweat with handkerchiefs.

"Can I talk to a slave?

"No problem if you don't touch it"

I nod to the slave traders, talking to each and every one of them.

"What can you do and why have you become a slave?

This is the only question I have, and I will foolishly repeat for eleven.

Woman in blonde elf

"I was a former adventurer and a magician, but I failed in my request and became a slave because I owed a lot of money."

Redhead human, male.

"The wasps were ruthlessly in debt if they were immersed in creating magic items."

Man with brown hair mojamojadwarf

"It's just like the other guy."

Blue-haired dwarf girl.

"I was enslaved by my father's even debt."

So far is the magician's rightful slave.

You all bought it.

Dark-haired human, 20s woman.

"I was plowing fields in a small village, but I became a slave without paying taxes"

Redhead Cat Beast Man Late Teenage Female

"I was a hunter. I got hurt and I couldn't work."

Light green haired human late teen woman

"I was a waitress at a cafe in Wangdu, but my father became a slave because he was ill and couldn't pay back his debts to buy drugs"

Peach-haired fishmonger early twenties (looks like) woman

"When I was swimming in the ocean, I ran into a storm and they treated me where I was injured. But they told me to pay for the treatment."

So far is the young lady...

There's a mix of people with subtle language...

Gottsiosan

"I was an adventurer, but I got hurt"

Gottsiosan

"I was an adventurer, but I failed my request, and I was in debt."

Gottsinesan

"I'm with the other guy."

This is the best way to handle weapons.

Everybody's got a goth, huh?

I asked the slaver what I was a little concerned about.

"Were the three adventurers and unsuccessful requests at the same party?

"Yes, the three were members of the same party"

"Assuming you buy the three of you, can you do it again as buddies?

"No problem. I'm not sure about Atai."

Gotsinesan answered on behalf of me, and the other two nod.

"Store owner, how many of these slaves are all there?

"Yes?"

"How much do we all hear?"

You didn't think the slavers would buy them all either, you're in a "what are you talking about" state to my inquiry.

"... hey, wait a minute..."

I finally did the math.

"Why, it will be 7.2 million s for all of us, but we will buy it in bulk, so it's 7 million s, yes"

If you add the money you sold to the Brutozelles Border House and the sales of the store these past few days, you can afford it, so it's instant.

"Oh, thank you!

After that, I signed a contract with everyone and went back to the store, but since there is no place for everyone to sleep, I will also arrange a nearby accommodation to explain the work.

"First, ask the magicians to make magic items. I'll teach you how to make it, so I want you to remember it well."

It's a delightful miscalculation, especially since the dwarf Cerca had the water and light attribute aptitudes I was giving up to make potions.

"The three men in combat are the escorts and helpers of this store. The rest of the women will have stock control with the clerk."

Gottsiosan, who was injured from among those listening to Pokhan and me, has asked for permission to speak.

"I'm injured, so I don't think it's much use as a combat position, though?

"Then there's no problem. Anyone who is injured will be healed by me. Let's start with you."

That said, I activate the heroic magic restitution of the light attribute.

Osama's wound plays as he sees it.

"Hey, what?!

"That's Restoration!?

Serka, a magician dwarf watching my magic, shouts out.

"Don't talk out of what you just saw"

Those who notice this magic in the slaves look stunned, and those who do not, show no great response.