Me, Adventurer! - Undoubled Skills Are Flat Magic (WEB Version)

The boulevard is overflowing with people, vibrant that I don't think is the same city as yesterday's Ghost Town. The store opens the window and signs out, and the shops are also lined up with narrow products. There doesn't seem to be a wide variety of products like Border Sets, but there are still a variety of products in the street, such as groceries and groceries.

People walking there are often the city of boulder adventurers or adventurer-inspired people wearing leather armor and weapons. There is no one with metal armor. There are people with partially metallic leather armor, but there is not a single person wearing metal based armor within sight.

Naturally if you think about it, there's no reason for adventurers to wear such heavy, chaotic and loud gear. That's a gear that assumes riding a horse. Sometimes it's not for adventurers who need to lurk their breath and hide in the shadows or run away with all their might. Too bad there are few fantasy ingredients, but I can't help it. Reality is more real than novels.

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At the corner of the warehouse town, a bottle of boulevard leading to the harbor entered the north side, there was a slave shop on a slightly dim street blocked by the sun in the warehouse. The same brick construction as the surrounding warehouse, with no standing signs. Without the plaque hung on the outer wall, you wouldn't realize you were a slaver. It feels like nothing.

"Sorry, your preferred combat-friendly slave is out of stock.

When I told the middle-aged woman at the reception about the matter, she immediately returned this answer. No, there was a slave being driven out to war.

"As you may know, the war begins in the north, and all the combatable slaves have been purchased, and now all that remains in our Chamber of Commerce are women and children who are not fit for battle. I apologize for not meeting your wishes.

I knew it. That's what you said in Bordersetz. That's how I met Christella.

"Furthermore, this is the season when slaves are the least.

"What, the season has something to do with slavery?

It's my first ear. I don't know if spring or summer seems like a good idea, but that's not what I'm talking about. Isn't autumn the season?

"Yes, the most common form of slavery is debt slavery, but there will be the most numbers on New Year's Eve, or winter, when you can't pay taxes and debts to sell yourself or cut your mouth. Now it's just after the fall harvest, so unless it's an extra murder, there's no selling or muttering. So now is the least time for slavery.

I see. I'm convinced, if you ask me. At the end of the year, more guys are going to eat up and run to crime with taxes and debt repayments, so there are still going to be more criminal slaves and stuff in the winter.

But here we are. I set a corner goal, and all of a sudden I stumbled from the beginning. I mean, wait a couple more months and you'll get more, so wait till then?

"Dear Beat, don't you mind if it's not for combat?

"Hmm? Why?

"What we need is an increase in the number of night shift personnel and parties. The battle itself is enough for us. You don't need to be able to fight as long as you have minimal protection and luggage.

Indeed. In the first place, even Cristella could not have fought from the beginning. I taught you how to strengthen your body so you can fight. There is a good chance that new people will be able to fight if I teach them how to strengthen themselves.

"Oh well, you are. Boulder christella. You've noticed there a lot.

"Oh ho ho! Naturally, Master Beat's slave head!

Are you already willing to be a slavehead? Well, he's certainly the first slave, and he's not retarded. I'm used to using people because I'm a former Marquis Lady, and my attitude is grand. It might be a good idea to play a summary role. I wish I had a few more unfortunate words and actions with this...

"So, are there grown women, healthy people, if you can, who are good at cooking and laundry and other chores?

Neither me nor Kristera can say that life systems are less capable but more expensive. I'm a kid, Christella's a former lady. My contents are a good year old Osama, but I'm a little sorry I can't do my chores, but there's no washing machine, no vacuum cleaner, no microwave in this world. Without the benefit of civilization's instruments, modernists are powerless. I would appreciate it if someone who is good at chores could make up for it there.

"Yes, then I wonder if I can prepare it. Then I will narrow down my candidacy, so please wait in the reception room. I'll show you to the clerk now.

Having said that, the receptionist handed it to the man in black who had refrained from writing a note with some sarah. The man disappeared across the back door, and another man who came in to replace him said, 'Come here' and led us to the reception room. I suppose you're being polite with such a child because my outfit was aristocratic when I met the Earl of Bullhead. It must be thought of as a child of nobility.

The reception room that was put through was the same interior as the Bordersetz trade hall, but the windows were dim throughout just because there was something small in the high position. There are lights on several parts of the wall to make up for it. Seeing where the beast fat and wax don't smell burning, isn't that a little bit of a magic prop? I checked with Cristella, and apparently she's definitely a demon prop.

Everything is one of the fairly popular demonic props in this country, and it is said to be widely used in aristocratic mansions and other places. They can't turn the switch on and off or adjust the light intensity, but using a demon stone the size of there will leave it glowing for about 5 years. You think you can wear cloth when you want to darken it? When it expires, they'll take it to the Demon Prop Store and have the Demon Stone replaced. Sounds like a watch.

By the way, one of the other major demon props has a toilet. They have drying and disassembly capabilities, and this one will be running for about 10 years. When it expires, the magician will repair it on business.

Slime toilets dominate the border such as Dorton and Dantes Village, but this magic ceremony dominates in large cities. Bordersetz was also a magic prop ceremony. The reason is simple, because Maddie Slime can't live without the border. When I take him to the city, he says he's alive for a while, but he'll be gone at some point. "Perhaps it has to do with the intensity of the surrounding magic vegetables," he said. It's a magical creature to see.

I have another major demon prop. That's a magic stove. It can be adjusted for on-off and thermal power, and is an affordable size of 30cm square, but it is expensive and only has a service life of about a year. This one doesn't seem to be very popular due to poor cost performance.

However, it is my opinion that the purchase of Demon Stone in Border Sets was expensive, perhaps to make this.

When it comes to war, a lot of people move. Large quantities of food are still consumed to satisfy that stomach. You need a normally cooked meal during normal times because it will always affect your morale with portable meals. But that will require massive amounts of fuelled firewood, as well as the effort to carry it. Some hands procure locally, but freshly harvested firewood is not suitable for cooking because it is hard to burn and smokes out a lot.

That's where the magic stove is. You don't need a lot of firewood and you don't get smoke from this.

This war seems pretty massive, so I guess that's how much magic stoves were needed and the price of demon stones soared because of it.

While we were talking about that as Christella, the black clothes that left with the notes took Zorozolo and the women in the piercing clothes into the reception room. Unlike Border Sets, it looks like we're going to set the rules in the reception room.

"They are slaves who ripen the chores you desire in general. Please make sure.

That's what a man tells him to go down to the wall. "I won't stand in the way of product regulations, but I'll keep an eye on you, so don't do anything weird." I won't, though.

Lined up are eight women who look like they're in their early teens and late 30s. I'm 15 years old and an adult in this country. I ordered it with an adult, but obviously there's a reason why people are mingling below that. At the age of 10 in this country, people are taxed, so they often go to work at the same time as they are 10 years old. If they work for two to three years, they can ripen their jobs, and they can be treated as adults.

But this time, you better look like a proper adult. If it's a party with a lot of little kids, the client might insult you.

"Someone under 15 in this, unfortunately, didn't have the edge, so please step back.

With a sad, or regrettable face, two blondes loose three braids and a koji tea ponytail fall back. I'm sorry.

"I'll ask the rest of you a question. It's life-threatening, so answer honestly.

Several drink gokuri and spit.

"We're adventurers and we're looking for company to travel with. That said, I'm not looking for arms because I'm not a combat personnel, I'm a luggage man or a night shift personnel. Having said that, you will still be asked to come with you into a dangerous demonic realm. If you think you can't do anything dangerous, please back off.

Several were patrolling, but four went down to cut one down. Well, if your life is in danger, don't be afraid.

The only two left seem to be in their late teens, both quite beautiful.

One is smiling with Nico, a chestnut long and dynamite sister of my best body. Estimate E. That's a gentle feeling Yufu older sister type. Keep it up.

The other is a little small, brunette short, curious looking at me with her eyes full of curiosity. This one looks active. And what two triangles on the head of this brunette short sister, a petition cat ear!! You'll have to get this already!

The number of people I just thought I needed, and I have no problem buying both of them. But shall we talk about it for a second?

"So can you introduce yourself from your chestnut-haired sister?

"Yes, my name is Luca, and I'm 16. He operated a lodging house with his parents in the city of Oates, but the city was burned in a Noran raid, and his parents died of illness on their way to evacuate to King's Capital as refugees. Instead of running out of savings and starving to death like this, I sold myself into a slaver. But now that nobles are marching in the war, they say non-combat slaves are hard to buy. So I was sent here to say that Dorton seemed to be running out of manpower.

"Hey, I see, with a pretty spectacular background...

That's so heavy all of a sudden! And a party to this war, a victim! But the content of the story was quite organized and easy to understand. He seems smart. The innkeeper's daughter would be able to do as simple a calculation as that, and it's a good property without complaining.

"Well, there's your cat m... dark-haired sister, go ahead.

Well, my heart's voice has leaked. No, it's not my fault, that fascinating triangle is bad!

"Atashi is Anya. She's 15. She came out of Ende at 10 and was an adventurer, but she didn't bud and she was just a waitress and housekeeper in the city. It was a great deal because it was a lodging or bribe. But I didn't make enough money to pay taxes, and I ended up falling into slavery.

"Hmm, I see. I get it.

Do it! It's Micha! 'Micha' with cat ears! I just have to buy this! I can't find any other option but to buy it! When do you buy it!? Right now!!

Whoa, I'm on a rampage. Even if he looks calm, his mind is raging. Raggedy boy. Samba, I'm gonna dance, okay?

That being said, former adventurers would have less resistance to the demonic realm. Around the inability to calculate salaries and taxes, I think I'm a little weak. There is a lot of social experience and foreign origin. I know a lot of things. I would buy it without cat ears. No, I won't pull it out. You can't pull it out!

"Well, these two are fine." Excuse me, may I have a moment? "...?

When I tried to get confirmation from Cristela, Mr. Luca called.

"Um, it's a thick favor, but if you could buy me, could my sister buy it with me?

"Hey, don't!

The black clothes go to a stop, but I put one hand up and took control. I wouldn't be serious about stopping black clothes either. Maybe we'll make some sales. Pretending to stop is just performance.

"Your sister?

"Yes, it's one of the first two lowered. I'm only 14, but my sewing arm is above mine. I'm two flesh parents. I will serve you all the best, so please reconsider.

"Oh, buy it with your sister (hey)! Please!

Among the first minors I lowered, I was better ponytailed with dark brown hair, came forward and bowed my head with Mr. Luca.

Hmm, what's the matter? My sister doesn't have a problem buying it with me. The budget is about 30 large gold coins, telling 2-3 people and the slave traders, but I have more than 100 large gold coins in hand. There's nothing more to it than one or two more. But then...

"First down, the other you, yes you. What do you want to do? Be an adventurer with us or wait for the next opportunity.

The first one I lowered by age limit is pitiful. I've already made up my mind to buy Luca's sister. Then another minor should also be given an opportunity.

"... I... am afraid of the demonic realm.

"Right. Then..."

"... but I feel like I'm going to regret it later if I don't go now.... What scares me is I can gamble.... I want you to take me with you.

Apparently, we're going to have four more friends today.