Magi Craft Meister

The town of Terrus at dusk is cumbersome. It is chaotic because of the time when the face of day and the face of night are replaced.

Fritz liked this kind of cluttered atmosphere.

"The day face I was fixing peeled off and the night face started to hide, or..."

Walking away whining to yourself is a dim corner. The purpose is to be an informant.

Fritz, who has a long life as an overseas garrison, knew that these towns must have intelligence stores behind them and could buy and sell information for money.

And Fritz, during the day, was sneaking around looking down after Gloria and Cynthia had gone out on information about such informants… confusing, but in other words, about where the informants were likely to be.

It was a hiding place to say, "I will relax thinking of extending my vacation." As a matter of fact, Fritz is resistant to alcohol, but he was not a soldier.

In the first place, if such desires cannot be suppressed to some extent, they are disqualified as sarges.

"The innkeeper said it was around here."

It was a dark, decadent place. I can call out to such frizz.

"Hehe, sir"

Here you are, Fritz said.

I am a foreign soldier, and if I wander around a place like this dressed like this, I often hear from the other side.

"Me?

"Hehe, it's my husband.... Sir, you have a good boy, don't you?

"... hey, what?

Looks like he was a pomp puller, not an informer. It was frizzy for a moment, but he immediately returned to me and said no.

"... in time"

I don't want to get involved with each other. Fritz's response isn't that good.

"Hehe, don't say so. Today's my first time, isn't it?

"I'm not interested."

"Sir, at least just look at him."

That's what Pong Pull said, pulling the girl out of the dark.

……

The girl is fourteen or five. Shorter hair, thin body.

"El...... The?

No, the girl is not Elsa, Fritz herself knows that.

Hair color, eye color, skin color. All of them are different.

Still, the atmosphere surrounding the girl dabbled in her sister's eyes.

"Hehe, sir, did you like it?

……

Fritz did not answer and looked straight at the girl.

"... ah"

The girl is about 155 cm tall. Stared at by a fritz 190 cm tall, the girl was frightened.

"... sir?

"... how much?

"Huh?"

"I hear how much is this woman"

To Fritz's words, the pompous man, who was a little shuddered, laughed affectionately.

"Hehe, hehe. Did you like it? Um, tonight's the first time you've seen it, with a single gold coin overnight."

10,000 torres (about 100,000 yen). Fritz gave the man three gold coins when he took them out of his pocket.

"All right, then we'll borrow it out for three days."

Speaking of the market, if tonight is 10,000 torres, half of that after tomorrow, 5,000 torres. Fritz paid 30,000 torres with the intention of borrowing out the girl during the day as well.

"Hey, thanks a lot."

The man, satisfied with the amount, whispered something to the girl, leaving the spot.

Fritz knew there were multiple measures in place to prevent slaves from escaping, so he could do this.

First of all, a collar. With a magic guide, if the owner cares about it, he can tighten his neck.

It is homogeneous to the 'collar of criminal identification' attached by criminals forced to work in mines and elsewhere.

And tattoos. They are put in the chest, etc., and at a glance you can see that they are slaves. With this, we can't find a decent way to work.

The girl had a collar and tattoo, both attached.

……

Lie down, shivering girl. The tremor got worse when Fritz put his hand on his shoulder.

"... come"

Fritz grabbed the girl's shoulder and drew.

"Yes, sir"

Fritz said sighingly to the girl who replied with a likely disappearing voice.

"I'm not taking it and eating it, don't be so frightened"

"Yes......"

Even if they say so, the girl stays on her knees. Fritz didn't mind any more and walked out with the girl's shoulder grabbed.

Its power is strong, and the girl has to go with it so that she is dragged halfway.

……

"You, what's your name?

"... Rita, it's"

"Where are you from? Eastern... Rebus region?

"... Yes"

While walking, Fritz asks for his name and place of origin. The girl, Rita, looked anxious and answered with a grudge.

Gradually, there are more and more people. The girl looked around for a moment.

"Look, get in."

Two people who came to the inn where they were staying.

"Just a little bit of a translation."

and Fritz says no to the front desk, handing him a piece of silver coin to worry about.

Sitting at the front desk, the superintendent and the thoughtful man just looked at the girl, Rita, and laughed all the time knowing, he passed the two without saying anything.

Fritz took Rita to the room where she was staying, behind the second floor.

"Look, get in."

Opening the door, Fritz, who put Rita first, closes the door behind his back.

Inside the room, Gloria and Cynthia stared at the two with surprised faces.

"Lord Fritz, what about that child?

The first person to open his mouth was Gloria.

"Oh, my name is Rita. Three days from today, I bought it. So..."

When Fritz nearly said that.

"Master F, Fritz, it's unclean!

Cynthia, with a bright red face, stood up to kick down her chair with a single shout, and when she jumped into her room, she closed the door to slap her.

"Shea......"

When Gloria turned back to Fritz, who dropped off her hindsight with a slight smile, she asked with less words in her serious face.

"Lord Fritz, what's the point?

"Oh, actually..."

Fritz briefly explained the girl Rita.

Rita, speaking, had no fear of Cynthia's sword curtain today and was getting smaller in the corner of the room.

"Hmm, okay. So, what are you going to do with this girl?

Gloria swallowed up the situation, too. And questions fly to Fritz.

"Well, honestly, I can't think of a good idea."

"Huh?"

"In the meantime, Rita... can you give him a bath? I'm glad you made your clothes beautiful, too, if possible. Then I can go get some clothes."

Rita was wearing pretty dirty clothes when she saw them in a bright room, though she could not tell on a dim street.

tickled, and laughed, Gloria nodded. fritz who acted without thought, but because the motive was preferable.

"Okay. I'll take care of it."

(If possible, I'd appreciate it if you'd let me know what's going on)

Whispering, Fritz added a favor.

"Uhm."

Gloria turned to Rita.

"Rita, you said. Come with me. Let me give you a bath."

"Huh..."

"Don't worry. Neither am I, Lord Fritz, going to do this to Rita."

"Yes..."

While still on alert, Rita followed Gloria's instructions.

"Then I'm gonna go for a little while"

"Oh, I asked for it"

As the two left, Fritz put his mouth on a bottle of wine he had left to drink and drank it all at once.

"... what can I do in another country..."