Dungeon Defense (WN)

I planned meticulously to recruit Laura. First, I disguised myself and infiltrated the city. Laffith saved the identity card.

He disguised himself as a peddler ( ) and hired a wagon driver and three mercenaries.

“Take good care of him, merchant. ”

“I'm the one. My safety depends on you. I'll double your money if you make it through safely." ”

It was all to reach out to the slavers naturally.

The slaver was moving with a large procession of targets. The merchants marched among themselves in fear of bandits attacking them. The target of slavers was quite large, with five large and small and forty mercenaries gathered. If you look from a distance, you might think the troops are moving. A bunch of local thieves won't even bother you.

I packed them like they were going to the same destination and got into line naturally. When I told him there were three mercenaries, he greeted me without a word at the Sanctuary. You said it's always welcome to have more troops.

“What kind of supplies do you handle? ”

“We mainly deal in herbs. ”

“Herbs. I don't think they're worth much.... ”

A small chairman of the Chamber frowned slightly. At best, he was underestimating me because he was selling grass. I wonder if we can argue with each other about our pride. I replied well when I was four.

“Haha. Obviously, if you only buy and sell herbs in the city, you won't have any money. In this town, however, herbs that are common become immortal once they pass into another town. ”

“Huh? Why? ”

“There are three or four herbalists in every city who only deal with herbs that swing. Even if you get the same horn, the herbs that are prescribed in this city and the herbs that are prescribed in that city are different. So if you look at a different herb, even though it's similar, people will be surprised as if they've discovered a new herb. ”

The opponent confronts the opponent. At this point, I could feel the other merchants around me listening to me. Merchants once took an interest in profit. You've never heard of a herb vendor before, so you might be interested. I muttered in my heart.

‘Activates skill. ’

The familiar sound resonates as you get used to it.

"Smoke skill is triggered.

"Bonus effects are added to skills based on their intellect and attractiveness.

Lucky dice slip from your hands! Reduces the chance of the opponent being 'slightly' suspicious of your claim.

This is really precious information, I blabbed in my tone.

“Usually, it was good money just to put it in your mouth. Hah, things changed. I feel much better.”

“What's the matter? I've never been in a worse game than I am now. ”

“The bad game these days is probably because of the Black Death." ”

The other said yes. It was a job to treat humans, whether they were buying or selling goods. Neither the supplier nor the customer had the choice as a merchant to die of an infectious disease.

“All merchants suffer from a recession, except for me. Since people are dying in droves because of the unknown plague, I guess the interest in herbs will increase. There are herbs that are proven effective in other towns.They rush from beggars to nobles. ”

“ ……! ”

The merchant's face was shocked.

“By no means! The head of Lorita! You mean there are herbs that overcome Black Death!? ”

“The Herbalist Guild and the Merchant Guild trader who joined at the same time will search the entire continent by myself. What does that mean? No one has ever come across more herbs on different continents than me. ”

I laughed so hard.

“Black death is not even a rare disease in that prairie country. Haha!”

“Oh, God! Is that true?"

“I swear on the guild's name. ”

The merchants around you become noisy. I'm surprised and delighted to have a countermeasure to my illness that I deserve. Some people looked at me with envy, knowing that I would be greatly caught. Among them, I had a glimpse of my target, the Slaver's Face. I deliberately glanced at him and laughed.

That night, we sat on the road and were homeless. It was not difficult to stay up all night because it was the middle of the summer. The wagoner untied the horse from the wagon and grazed it properly. The mercenaries rubbed their tired legs and drank a few beers filled with water.

The three mercenaries I hired were rewarded with a particularly dense beer. The mercenaries were very grateful. I gave away my friendship as a cause and shared beer cans with the other council members. Each council sent an errand boy to say thank you. Having a friendly relationship with strangers like that, a man came to our barracks. He was a slaver.

“I'm sorry if I'm late. ”

Young man. He was incredibly kind and polite to believe he was a human being buying and selling slaves.

‘Good. I caught it. ’

He welcomed the young man, saying that I was just about to set up a small liquor store. The young man naturally melted into the banquet to see if he was relieved of the hospitality. Even at a young age, he was also a merchant, essentially strong in interpersonal skills and conversational skills.

“Great to see you, Reverend Lorita! In fact, I've never seen a dress like mine before. ”

The young man slightly drunk said in the voice of money. His name was Jack.

“I thought all I had was an old grunt. You're amazing at your young age. ”

“Jack is younger than I am. Huh, that sounds self-indulgent. ”

“Hehe…… I'm a child. The subject's father is his second son, and he just inherited a small tribute. ”

Jack snorts beer.

“What if it's inherited? Starting is not important. After all, what matters to our merchants is the result. ”

“…… I thought so too. Anyway, there was morale! I wanted to succeed, even using my family connections. However.”

Jack takes a big breath.

“My father won't even let me do business the way I want! The business you've built, the part of the business you want. After all, I am a bit of a trustworthy subordinate. ”

Jack's face was depressed. I wonder if I'm twenty years old now. I was worried that it wasn't the time of the storm. A trap that's easy to fall into at that age is a misunderstanding of how special his worries are. Rather, it is only when you realize that it is not special and universal that you have your own particular concerns. Even if I give up thinking about it, I'm a quitter.

I shouldn't be here as a therapist. I chose a word that was good to hear and comforting to hear. That he would think of you as a child, in short, a worthless prank.

In fact, it was rarely as useful as useless gossip. It was still being shown as a hologram that Jack's liking was rising in real time. Seems like the spirits are getting stronger, so the liking rate rose sharply.

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Name: Jack Orland

Race: Human Affiliation: Medoranum Award (Romvard Awards)

Properties: Line (+45)

Level: 5 Reputation: 57

Job: Merchant (E)

Tong Sol: 10 Power: 5 Power: 23

Politics: 20 Charm: 9 Skills: 6

Likeability: 46

Current Psychology: "Headmaster Lorita is close to my idol! ’

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Likeability was more than 40. Judging by the numbers, it was similar to Lapis. Oh, I was worried that raising my liking would become my greatest specialty.

When the spirit reaches its peak, Jack reveals his true story.

“To be honest...... I wanted to do business like Headmaster Lorita. ”

Yo was advertising how extraordinary his life was, but to express my emotions, he seemed to confess how boring he had been. I heard that you came to see me tonight because the same council members seem to ignore you strangely. Oh my! It was a very complex mass because I had an overly good father.

However, I felt pure and beautiful.

“Traditionally, business is done only by selfishness. But nonetheless, for the sake of the world, a business that benefits the world...... I want to do it. I think that merchants who do business only for themselves are small; merchants who do business only for their families and commerce; merchants who do business only for their country are targeted. But what about the merchants who do business for the world? That's more than any merchant should pursue... ”

Young, complex mass, pure. That is,

“Yes, it is. Jack's right. ”

“That's what Parrot Lorita thought too! ”

No child could be so easily peeled.

“A herb that can save the people of the continent! I can't believe you're handling that stuff! It's amazing. It's really amazing. ”

“I just got lucky. I too have pursued my own interests countless times. ”

“But not now, right? Right? The merchant says as a result, didn't he? As a result, Lorita sought the interests of the whole world. ”

“You're painting my face with excessive gold. ”

I smiled beautifully. Tsk, I could tell when I was being robbed by Laffith. He was a faggot. A very big faggot. Even though I have more than 20 intellect and politics, I can see why Merchant Rank only stayed in E. Half the reason his son can't be trusted is because his father only entrusted him with safe business.

For the good of the whole world? The sentence itself is already a metaphor. It's in someone's best interest. Merchants are people who put their name on that 'someone'. A serious crier of metaphors must be either a revolutionary or a fool, at least now Jack must be the successor.

“What items does Jack deal with? So you haven't heard about it. ”

“…… It's not something I can confidently reveal. No, I doubt it's a product. ”

Jack smiles helplessly.

“I don't know what to hide from Lorita. That would be hypocrisy. Yes, slavery. I'm a slaver who transports slaves and supplies cities. ”

I pretended to be somewhat surprised.

“Slaver. I had no idea. ”

“Do... you think... Lorita is a slave?" ”

“If slavery is an object, then everything in the world must be an object. Jack, I don't blame you. I was surprised that someone like Jack was buying and selling slaves. Now I know why I hate him so much. ”

Yes, yes, and Jack muttered. We talked nonstop after that. It meant that Jack was filled with excitement.

You said you wanted to see for yourself how you manage slavery with the aim of timing. Jack wasn't full at first, but he gladly agreed to suggest there might be something he could advise you as a senior merchant. The two of us go past the mercenaries to Jack's barracks.

“This is where I live. Welcome to the Medoranum Conference! ”

Jack's barracks were much more plausible than mine. You've put out four fires and over ten mercenaries. I counted twenty slaves. They sit round a fire with their ankles chained together. Approximately five or six people shared the chains.

A couple of mercenaries glance at us as we approach. The mercenary recognizes Jack and starts playing cards with them again. The enemy's attitude towards the employer was rude, but neither did Jack.

“I usually fill my ankles with iron bars when I move, but I only fill them at night. because if you move around in a cage all day long, your feet are going to break. No matter how much slavery, it's too harsh. ”

Jack blabbers. Maybe he meant to praise himself. I've made it a very compassionate and humane gesture in keeping with my expectations. Perhaps the word licking butthole was invented to be used for this.

Unlike my appearance, my heart was never satisfied. There was nothing I wanted here. Then Jack scratched the itchy corner like he had read his mind.

“Lorita, there's a slave I'd like to show you. Very, very unique! Even Lorita will be surprised at this. ”

My heart was beating.