Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

"Thank you very much, exotic. Yes, nothing, but don't hesitate to eat."

An old man with shallow black skin with white hair smiles full face, recommending to young people - Cress - a host of Southern dishes arranged on a low table.

It seemed more sophisticated than the dishes in the baptized tavern a few days ago, and more elegant in flavoring - that is, understated in spiciness.

"No, because I did what I deserved."

Dozens of gazes are poured into Cress, as they gather not only the old man, but his family - not so much the clan.

"What. What would have happened to me by now if I had been abandoned?"

The perception remains that we are not doing a big deal, but Cress, too, in that word, did have to nod.

And look back at meeting this old man.

Grandson Kress, king of the Kingdom of Tydrack, was walking alone on the street of Casteo, wanting to think.

If we go out into the city, we might be able to see something real about slavery.

So I went out to the city with only a long sword, but in that sense, it was a shoulder blush. On the way, the more I regretted that I should have gone with Captain Even to the farm in question.

The reason is simple. Seeing slaves all over the city was so rare.

Most of the slaves are used on farms and mines. In some cases, former intellectual-class slaves are employed by aristocrats, merchants, tutors, etc., but they say it is rare.

But that long sword came later, and it helped.

Not knowing that, Kress decided to give up and do an exotic tour.

Township with little pavement.

Sand rose in the hot air, but the outdoor shops lined up on both sides of the road are filled with brightly colored fish and fruits, and the skin of people working in the open air and people travelling to the road is generally shallow and black, and the hair is noticeable.

The outfit had many white-generated shirts and pieces, and instead, many had hand-embroidered objects. Maybe it makes some sense, Cress thinks.

Basically the language makes sense, but from time to time an unfamiliar unique noun popped up, reminding me that this is an exotic place for all sorts of things.

As such a cress walked through the street, he encountered a place where this old man was being attributed to several rough men.

Cress, who naturally broke in, lightly drives away the men who unleashed the onboard knife (Cutlass) with a long sword.

And if the old man is invited to his home to thank him, this situation. Kress was here after a bard (Byrd) was about to sing in the pub at the end of the day.

On one side of the wall is decorated with giant tapestries never even seen by Cress, and a golden candlestick is distributed at the stronghold.

I also knew that the carpet where Cress was sitting now was a luxury item just by touching it, and the cup in my hand was also made of silver.

(No, more than that...)

More important than such visible luxuries is that they are relatively comfortable in this burning country.

The stone indoors will be blocking the tight sun and alleviating the heat with trees planted in the wide garden we saw before entering. The air was dry and the discomfort was not so great.

It just doesn't come in hot air that blows from time to time, sweats are going to dry in an instant, but it definitely did.

Maybe there's some other wisdom in life.

And being able to carry it out meant that a likable old man was quite a bourgeois or powerful man.

"I love hearing stories about my travels, my foreign guests. It's painful to ask such a favor of a benefactor, but I was wondering if you could tell me something."

"... to that extent, be happy"

Carefully, Cress, who had his hands around bread pinched with ingredients in thin fabric, interrupts the meal and speaks out.

But the voyage itself has no major trouble and we can't talk about Archeron, so we shift to the Hundred Layers Labyrinth and Folio-Farina stories early.

Also, that's right, I can't even talk about the Falv militancy.

It's so absurd, and in the first place, it wouldn't be a joke, such as getting drunk and missing the final.

For this reason the old man was very pleased, although limited.

"I gave it to my son now, but when I was younger, I ran a farm."

And as an old man, it's classic in a way. Turning to the story above me.

As for Cress, the development of a wish or fulfillment.

But as the story progressed, that sentiment blew up.

"Now you're burning your hands at the escape of the slaves. When I was younger, it didn't happen."

"Ha..."

Cress can't say anything.

A while back, you would have taken a seat by cursing me. No, I might still have been stunned by a view of too different values.

"A fugitive maniac - I think it's a mental illness."

Yes, speak with an indescribable look.

An old man, who seemed to be a good man of this man, who helped him out of the lurch, looked like another creature altogether to Cress.

"This is going to be a tough task to look at."

Far higher than his own height - perhaps about the same as the rock giant (Jarloot) - Alaina looks at the cane stem and says it as impressed.

Sugar cane would be twice as good as hers if they fit up to the leaf part.

You can describe it as huge. I can imagine it would be a harsh labor just to harvest it.

"Yeah, that's why we're using slaves."

But are you accustomed to that sentiment, the man who guides Alana and several priests (Priests) and cleric warriors answered flatly.

Alana accidentally held her fist tightly. No, it's not just Alana. The same goes for her men who accompany her. The man who manages the farm says it as a matter of course, so he was slightly detoxified, but it took a lot of effort to get angry.

"I see."

Alana says yes to a word back, so make the best of it.

Forget even this heat for a moment.

"I can't tell you the details, because the work after the harvest is also heavy labor. You can't do it without slaves."

Captain Evan and Petra visited to negotiate the purchase to a farm run by a man named Moreno.

Allena and the others were accompanying them and touring the farm. Aside from sugar cane, he also grows spices such as chili peppers and common produce such as tomatoes and potatoes, but he wanted the site to force the harshest labor.

For when you take the last resort, you may say you are doing reconnaissance.

In terms of personal strength, she's missing now, but Lela's out of the group. Next, Cress, and then what about Alana and Petra?

But with the exception of the sailors, it is Alaina who holds the greatest fighting power. The Hellenonian cleric warriors under her command exert great power when in need.

Therefore, I accompanied him in wanting to see the reality, but it became a test for building patience.

"Do you mind if I talk to the slave?"

"Right. Me too, because I have to take my seat off a little...... Selah!

When a man speaks up, there is a sound of people approaching from beyond the sugar cane fields.

Less than a minute later, a young woman showed up.

"I'm going back to the administration. In the meantime, deal with the customer. Don't be coarse."

"... Yes, sir."

When the man who gave the order to stay said hello to Alana and the others in such a soft tone that he did not think he was the same person, he left the place behind.

What was left was a slave woman called Serra.

Her face is in neat shape, but she is not in good health. Before that, it lacked vitality.

Brunette's hair can be damaged all you want. He wears dirty clothes so crude that he doesn't know what the original color is.

"It's Alana North Tin. For one thing, frankly I ask...... if you can get out of here, what do you think?

"I don't know..."

Serra, bewildered, looks around with a burnt face in the day.

If I answer honestly, I don't know what will happen. At the same time, we cannot work disrespectfully on our customers. It's the plank.

"Ah. I didn't mean to get you in trouble..."

"There was a man who'd asked me that, but I'm still here. That's the answer."

"Ah. You're Captain Even, aren't you?

Serra's black eyes open wide to surprise.

Apparently, it was a hit.

"I want you to think I'm one of Captain Even's people...... So, what do you say?

"Well, I'd love to get out of hell. The next thing I know, it's gonna have to be worse than here."

"Well, at least I can promise you a normal life."

Hearing the words, Serra let her eyes shine... never.

He gives a look of giving up on a face lacking hope and shakes his head like a hundred million bucks.

"Stop making me feel extra. Besides, I'm not leaving here alone."

"You're being presumptuous."

"You bet. This is how I deal with my guests, so I treat them. And yet you can abandon us all"

"Yes..."

Alana complains unexpectedly.

It was the same with her men.

"The opposite pole of justice is justice..."

In this country, the possession of slaves is legal and I guess this treatment is normal.

Therefore, the users of slaves adhere to the law.

But this deed is evil.

That's how Allena cut it off.

"The opposite pole of evil is good"

Defeat evil and do good.

It didn't take long to make that decision.

"Ooh. You want to buy my farm?

"That's right. The whole thing."

To Captain Even's offer, Moreno, the Lord of the farm, turns his gaze sharply as a snake and as sticky as a Namekuji. Where is the sincerity of it? What are you talking about? How can we maximize our own interests?

With the kind of gaze we were exploring it, Petra in attendance felt it.

(If I had a master, I'd smile and crush him!

I don't even realize that at some point the ratings are yuut-centric, and Petra gets that feeling.

A luxurious, immense mansion adjacent to the farm.

Petra, along with Captain Even, had come to negotiate with the main Moreno of the farm in question.

"Aside from the fact that I can't, I'd like to know why"

"I can't tell you the details, but I have a stable way of coming and going."

"I see, I see. So instead of buying out traded goods, he said it would be more profitable to make and carry them himself"

"That's what I'm talking about"

It may just be because of the preconceived notion that the other person is a person who tortures hundreds of slaves, but it wasn't going to be a decent negotiation.

In the first place, it was only for the time being that Captain Ibn, who had completed the arrangements for replenishment, tried to negotiate. While I think it would be nice to have a piece of gold on it, I don't really think I can handle it just knowing about Moreno.

Unfortunately, that's what we're talking about.

I am rather suspicious of the sudden offer from Captain Evan, the Gentile in question, even if it is Moreno and even if there was a deal. Then I guess I won't immediately try to say no because I'm sensitive to the smell of gold.

I just built a big farm in one generation, and I have a good nose. In my head, I seemed busy calculating my losses.

You can tell from this reception room invited that Moreno is a person who is good at making money.

It consisted not of the traditional conditioning of this country, but of goods that would have been carried from Folio-Farina. In other words, luxury goods from ships will be arranged at all costs, and how much financial power do we have to collect them?

Most likely, this would mean an exotic room in this country, but from Petra's point of view, it's only a common tone.

I can only see her as an adventurer escorting Captain Ibn, because, in fact, she is the courtier of the congressman who ruled the world's largest city, Folio-Farina.

More than that, there was someone to watch out for.

Behind Moreno, a giant who refrains from uttering a word.

The body was black as painted with ink, and the muscles tended to thrive. His eyes are sharp, and he's wary of this one - no, he's intimidating. Exactly. I don't know what to get because I haven't brought in any weapons, but equivalent, I can (...).

Back in the day, you wouldn't have noticed. Valtrude and Allena and I work out every day.

If it were a formula for doing everything in its power, it would be the largest wall.

"But it was forbidden to take sugar laws out of the country. Giving the farm away is the same as telling the secret. No matter how much money they pile up, it's not the right price to go into a cabin."

"Then I have an idea. Only, what we want is ownership. The Lord on the face stays with you. You can build a mansion bigger than the city and live comfortably."

Moreno said, once he had done his gaze down, he shook his head deliberately.

"You shouldn't lick an official. To that extent, if you could do a little research, you'd know the whole thing."

"You just need to get your nose to work."

"It's not that simple."

"Still this?

Captain Evan moves the leather bag he left on the floor onto the table. From earlier on, Moreno cared a little, it's a gold bag.

"Ooh..."

When the contents were smashed, Moreno raised his voice unexpectedly.

I can't help it. White gold coins worth about 10 times more than gold coins. Because it's spilling like desert sand.

This alone would be worth as much as hundreds of slaves owned by Moreno.

"I brought this as a setup."

With all that money in front of him, Captain Even told him to be nothing.

In fact, it's not my own money. If it's for a purpose, it's not a waste of money.

But Moreno's reaction was cold.

"… please pick it up"

Look Captain Even straight in the eye - I mean, look away from the white gold coins - and say with a loving laugh.

Petra is surprised by the unexpected development, but on the surface, she tries to fix it as nothing.

It was the same with Captain Even.

"... well. See you soon."

"I just wanted to say no... but Casteo humans don't have the doors to close against their guests."

I said no, but have inclusions.

Petra did feel the gaze from Moreno dropping off with a tongue-in-cheek look, coming from behind her back.

At the same time, the murderous gaze from the man of the escort, also.