Lute, eleven.
Hi, I'm Lute, Ip Tai Horida [like I wanted].
If I was on track and doing adventurers by myself, I'd be fooled and sold as a slave. Tehe
And now there's a man in front of me who's a potential buyer.
And it's not just a man.
He wears clothes worn by noble figures he sees on the demonic continent, but his back length is unusual and expensive. He has two and a half meters.
Plus, my muscles are developing like body builders, and my skin is black.
I still grow my beard with bread so much that my clothes seem to bounce, my lips are thick as tarako, my eyebrows are thick, and my blonde hair solidifies all back.
Looks like this muscular haunted gentleman is my candidate for buyer.
Your butt tightens cuddly.
Oh, my chastity or how!?
(... said! Not if you're running away from reality! Plus they're still buying 'candidates'! There's plenty of chance they'll say no!
I watch the conversation between Lano, the manager of the Lano Slavery, and the muscular gentleman, mindful of "Say No, Say No".
"Skinny and thin on a long sailing journey, but no health problems"
"It does look healthy on my skin. You don't even seem to be worried sick!
"Of course it is. Because we always care about the best products we deal with. Age is eleven. The gender..."
"Okay, I bought it! That was 350 gold coins!
(Decision, early!
Moreover, the price is as high as fifty gold coins over the market.
As for Rano, he would have plucked it at first and tried to sell it at a discount in the right place.
But he also said instant execution was a miscalculation, raising a rubbed voice.
"Oh, you know, I'm still in the middle of explaining"
"Ha-ha-ha! If you recommend it, there's no problem! Take the money out of this bag."
The muscular gentleman laughs luxuriously and hands Rano a leather bag filled with gold coins in bread.
"Oh, thank you, Count. We will now have a contract for you, please check. If there seems to be no problem, please sign at the end."
"Uhm!"
When the muscular gentleman receives the contract, he sits on the couch opposite me and glances at the contract.
In the meantime, Rano takes 350 gold coins from the bags he keeps.
The muscular gentleman finishes reading the contract and finally writes his own autograph.
When Rano confirmed the contract, he bowed his head deeply.
"Thank you for your purchase, Count"
"It was my life that made me make good purchases! Let me know when you get another good slave in.
"Yes, I will inform the Count first then"
When the muscular gentleman finishes shaking hands with Rano, he now offers his hand to me.
"Best wishes from now on, Lute! I'm Count Dan Gate Blood! He is a vampire ruler of high darkness!
"Nice to meet you. Count... it's a racial lute."
"You don't have to be so nervous! Ha ha ha!
"Ha ha..."
When his hand crumbles, he is held by a force strong enough to illuminate.
That seemed like a normal force to him, and Rano's hands were red.
"Now we will exchange a tentative subordination agreement"
Rano takes something like a rectangular pusher out of his desk.
Push it against my right shoulder.
"Yikes!?
Feels like being stabbed with countless needles.
When the umiko leaves, a magic formation resembling a tattoo can be created on his shoulder.
"We have now completed a tentative subordination agreement. If we do not exchange this agreement within five days, the contract will be reversed and the rights will revert to us. Please be aware that there will be no refund. The Refrain Slavery Agreement and the Curse for this Agreement will be sent with Lute."
"Nice to meet you, then. I'll be back first, so I'll send you when I'm ready!
"I'm in awe. I thank the Count very much for his help this time, so I will attach a service item. Enjoy yourself at the Mansion."
"Ha ha ha ha! I'm looking forward to it! See you, Lute! See you at my mansion!
With a laugh the Count withdraws.
The compressive density of the room decreases dramatically at all times.
I ask Rano, rubbing his right shoulder.
"Oh, what is that, a temporary contract?
"By setting up a tentative period, 'I died right after I bought it!' 'Fooled!' Prevent accusations. Occasionally, there are slave traders who misrepresent their health and longevity. But most of the time, you can press the curse on this agreement that day, so you don't have to worry about it."
Warranty period, cooling off?
"This is my farewell to the Count's service and lute. You should wear it when you exchange this agreement this evening. It's better if you have a little heart test."
They give me a paper bag.
I checked inside - black T-back with garter belt and bra.
I knew it was bought for that purpose......
I greet Lano once with a blue face in despair.
"... thank you"
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Return to the basement once.
Take a bath and change into new washed clothes.
When I was taken to the dining room, a meal was prepared.
I am advised to finish my lunch first because it will take half a day by carriage to get to the Count's mansion.
Of course, hopelessness can't cause appetite or anything.
It always seemed like the delicious bean soup there was also drinking muddy water now.
I bid farewell to my aunts and others in the dining room and go up the stairs.
A carriage was already available in front of the underground entrance, where Obkov and one of his private soldiers, who guided me to the reception room on the fifth floor, were waiting.
"Get your hands and feet out before you get in the carriage"
Obkov takes out the key bundle and removes the shackles on his hands and feet.
I thought this was my chance, but he didn't even take me to the antimagic collar.
The other one grabs and holds both shoulders, making it impossible to escape by force. I obey them with great care.
The carriage, of course, was made of steel with an iron plaid; it was a small one with four passengers.
It is locked from the outside and cannot be opened from the inside.
Obkov and his men sit on the table and whip into two horned horses.
The carriage with me moves slowly.
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We leave before noon and are rocked for about half a day to reach the Castle of the Count.
The castle is stone built, tall but wide beside. The walls are also high enough to look up, making the claws grow and feel tangled years. It even built a spire where the princess seemed to be imprisoned.
It's a castle where vampires seem to live.
Walk through the castle gate and through the long garden.
There is a large fountain in the middle of the road, with a beautiful splash up in a calculated arrangement.
The carriage thrusts around the fountain.
When the carriage reached the front entrance, it was unloaded.
There are two figures on the front door.
One is an old man in a swallow tail suit.
Back length is low, about the same as the child's self. There are two curved horns growing with gray hair, with nail tips coming out of his pants like goats and sheep.
Next to it stands a benign beast race of nearly 2m.
Looks like a wolf walking on two legs.
One ear is chopped a thousand times, and he has a forged out body with hairy but wasted meat scraped off. Bad eyed, extremely bad looking person. There are so many wounds on my body and face that I can't hide them.
Obkov unloads me from the carriage.
"From the Lano Slavery, Count Dan Gate Blood brought you a slave, a racial lute that you bought. This will be the withholding document and the curse for this agreement. Please confirm."
"I've been waiting for you. Now, if you'll excuse me - no problem. Good luck handing it over, Mae."
An old man in a swallow tail suit checks the paperwork and says thank you.
Obkov and his men also raise their heads, and as they enter the carriage, they return to the way they came.
I'm left with one, and I stare at the two of them casually.
It was the old man who opened his mouth first.
"Nice to meet you, Lute. My name is Mary, and I am the demonic race of the deacon who serves in the Brad family, the sheep. If you don't know anything, feel free to speak up Mae"
"Nice to meet you"
Hold back the hand offered.
It's a sheep, so the name is Merry, and the end of the phrase is' Mae '... would be too cheap.
"He is the chief guard in charge of the security of this castle, the beast race and the werewolf Gigi. I was an ex-slave, so if you have any problems, feel free to talk to me, Mae."
…………
"Nice to meet you"
When I lowered my head, Gigi moved her nose a couple of times and lowered her head silently.
The look is almost bipedal wolf, so it's just compelling to keep quiet.
Yes, hey, hey!
You can't easily talk to me.
"Quick, sir, but please wait with your wives. I'll get you ready, Mae."
Follow me, they say, into the castle.
In the form of being sandwiched by Mary and Gigi, he walked in the castle with his bare feet.
"By the way, I've been wondering since earlier, what's in your hand, Mae?
"My husband told me to like it, and the slave trader gave me my underwear. It's a pretty nasty black sukiyaki. Ha..."
When Mary listens, she stops and looks back.
"Well, why do you need black underwear when your husband likes it? Haven't you heard from your husband, Mae?
"Is that a story?
"... it looks like you haven't heard anything from me, Mae."
"Shh, excuse me"
"No. My husband is not too constrained by the details as they seem, so I'm sure he skipped the explanation. First, your husband has a wife. So Lute Don't Worry Weird Mae"
Oh, good, good!
Apparently, I wasn't bought for the comfort of that muscular gentleman.
Listening to Mary makes me nervous all at once.
Good! Really good!
But... so what did I get for 350 pieces of gold or something?
Driven by curiosity, I ask Mary.
"Um, then how did I get bought?
"I was bought as a babysitter and blood bag for a lady on her tenth birthday, Mae."
"Chi, blood bag!?
I look pale again, like I've been corrupted from heaven to hell.
Blood bags mean food, no matter what you think, right?
Vampire food - reminds me of a vampire movie I saw in Sunday Western Theatre as a child in my previous life on the back of my brain.
Mary denies my mistake in imagining a splatter in her brain.
"Don't worry. Because it doesn't fit the miserable eye, like Lute is thinking right now, Mae."
And Mary explained to me about the Vampires.
"On their tenth birthday, the Vampires have the custom of being bloodthirsty. Wealthy people with assets are in a position to hire their own caregivers and servants for blood bags. But for vampires, blood is a hobby, along with incense and black tea. I hope you're relieved that they just drink a small amount of blood, and they don't suck it till you die."
Again, stroke your chest down.
If it's a small amount, it's fine.
At the end of the explanation, Mary just stops in front of the room.
"Now, there are clothes available inside, so call me when you're done dressing. I greet my husband and his wife first, and then I go with my husband to the lady. So hurry up and get dressed, Mae."
"Okay."
Enter the room.
It was a private room between six tatami 1.
Simple beds, desks, chairs and minimal furniture required.
The maid clothes were somehow folded and placed on the bed.
"Why are you wearing made-up clothes on me..."
Mary said I was bought as the lady's caregiver and blood bag.
The other person is a woman. You can't relax with a man on your side, so you put on made-up clothes?
Then you should buy a woman from the beginning.
Or maybe the lady is a hobby to put maid clothes on boys......
If so, what a hobbyist you are to be ten years old.
But it's ten billion times better to dress as a woman than to be made to deal with a man as a male whore.
I'm quick and sleeves through classic maid clothes.
After getting dressed, Mary and Gigi waited all the way out in the hallway.
Guided by them, the Count and his wife are put through the waiting room.
Count Dan, whom I met at the slavery hall, sat on a relaxing couch in his room, sipping incense tea roasted by a maid with ears like a hamster.
A beautiful woman sitting next to him would be his wife.
He is stretching his blonde hair to his waist and sleeves through a dress that looks tall. The valley of the chest is so rich that it is likely to be inhaled, and the lower back is so thin that it worries if it has guts in it.
Beautiful appearance and I never thought I would have a 10-year-old.
No Hollywood actress in her previous life would be as beautiful and stylish as she is.
When the Count realizes this way, he smiles and rises to momentum.
"Ha ha! You look great, Lute! Come on, Sellas! You're sure of my eyes!
"Yeah, that's you. I can't believe you bought such a cute kid!
"Wow! Hey, um...!
As the wife walks straight to me, she clutches herself into the valley.
My wife's tall back length and my face buried in a valley of boobs because I'm still a kid.
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Soften your tits. Yeah!
Plus, it smells different sweet than Snow's.
Nature and hips pulled me off.
The wife releases her hands from the valley of her chest to see what she mistakes for the menstrual phenomenon of a man.
A little more, I wanted to be burying my face in those boobs.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I would have put too much effort into being so cute if I did. Nice to meet you, Lute. I am Sellas Gate Brat of the Demonic Race and Vampire Race."
"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Sellas. It's a racial lute."
Shake hands again with your wife.
The Count laughs lavishly, he talks to me.
"Ha-ha-ha! Lute, your made-up clothes look great on you! But aren't you cramped or too big?
"Yes, just the right size"
"Right, right!
"But how come..."
"Ha ha ha ha! So, hurry up and meet our daughter!
The Count's laughter blocks my line.
Count Dan laughs and walks out on his own.
Merry, the deacon, stood at the entrance at some point, opening the door.
"Well, let's introduce Lute to her soon."
Ma'am is happy to shake my hand and leave the room.
Your wife's hands were soft and warm.
Headed upstairs.
Arrange in the order of the maids who were frying the counts, madam, me, merry, gigigi and incense tea in front of a large kannon opening door.
"We're coming in, Chris!
The Count speaks but opens the door without knocking.
The room had thick curtains, rejecting the starlight in the night sky.
The only light source is the lamp on the pillow of the ceiling bed.
The Count and his wife's one daughter sat on the bed staring at us.
Small back length.
The golden hair is spread over white sheets.
Long eyelashes, big eyes frightened and wet like small animals.
Skin is white, tultuous as marble, but not sick unhealthy at all.
I feel that dog teeth peeking slightly from red lips are only a little longer than their racial peers.
But other than that, it's more right than vampires that angels descending on the earth are frightened in their rooms.
My daughter, who will be my husband, was a pretty, weak girl who could unusually stir up her desire for asylum.
"Ha ha ha ha! Happy Birthday, Chris! This kid is a birthday present from Mom and Dad...... it's a blood bag lute!
Her wife gently pushes her back and greets her.
"Nice to meet you, lady. In the future, I will be your daughter's blood bag and caretaker. I am a racial lute. Best regards,"
"Well, she's so cute, isn't she a good girl? Chris will love it soon."
Her wife also smiles and speaks to her daughter.
The girl, called Chris, grabs the little blackboard she had at hand. Run your fingers and write letters.
And turned the mini blackboard on everyone.
'Thank you for the birthday present, Father, Mother. But...'
Turn off the letters and run your fingers again.
'Why, to a boy, are you wearing made-up clothes?
The Counts' gaze converges on me.
'... boys are scared'
Miss Chris left her last letter on the mini blackboard and she got off the bed with her duvet in her hand and hid in the shade.