Moto Sekai Ichi’i no Sub-chara Ikusei Nikki

"Let's buy a slave!"

As soon as I declared, I closed my eyes tightly in case of shock. Sylvia's "Fool!" Because I knew it.

But Sylvia's response was exactly the opposite of my expectation.

"Hmm. I see, it's a slave. That's definitely easy to find." "... Huh? Why don't you get angry?" "Why, why? Look for a blacksmith-fit slave? A good idea. If you look around the status, there's no problem. ''

Oh, forgiven. I thought that she could be beaten while saying, "I'm sorry! I'm going to violate the slaves! Like an erotic doujin!"

"Okay. So tomorrow I will return to the royal capital to visit the slave traders." "I understand. Oh, second lord. You might want to wear that clothes."

That rare clothes? It certainly looks rich and the service is likely to improve.

"Yes, I see. Prepare."

next morning.

We left the town of Peho for a while and flew back to the royal capital. The destination is Maurice, the largest slave firm in the royal capital.

"Welcome, I'm Philip, Commerce Chairman."

The reception room at the back of the store where you were introduced was waiting for a small, fat smile. He was the greatest person in this neighborhood. After all the power of this clothes is amazing. I was able to achieve the greatest effect with just one place.

"I want to look for a blacksmith's slave. Can I look at my status and examine it?" "Of course, let's take it with you."

When Philip gives directions, the woman, who seems to be his secretary, quietly leaves.

Less than ten minutes later, she returned with about fifteen slaves wearing collars.

"…………got it"

that moment. I completely understood why Sylvia was not angry.

The slaves standing in front of me were all wonderfully muscular, bearded, old men.

……I see. that's true. I misunderstood something without permission. That's right, it's a blacksmith ... you would expect to hear a slave. Because it's a boy. Huh ...

"Have you liked any slaves?" "Oh, wait a minute."

I was disappointed by the uncle's shock, and while I was disappointed, I asked each of the 15 people to show their status.

The stats you want blacksmiths to have are STR and DEX, then LUK, and INT in addition. All of them must be excellent because they are blacksmiths who strengthen my weapons aiming for the top in the world.

"... No, not here."

None of the uncles seemed excellent. Listening to my words, my heartless uncles look sad.

"I'm sorry, that's right, and I'm going to be a criminal slave later in my dealings."

Criminal slave? I don't know what is different from an ordinary slave. Any good blacksmith is fine.

"Okay, show me." "It's smart. I'm a criminal slave, so I can't take it. Please wait. ''

I left behind and followed Philip.

The Maurice Slave Chamber was like a prison, spacious, clean and well-maintained. The Maurice firm seems to be pretty good around gold. The slaves seem to have been living decently, if not lively, and only a few seem to have desperate expressions.

"From here it will be a criminal slave cell. There are 33 people, one of them is a blacksmith." "Ask for guidance." "Yes. Here it is."

Philip walked down the hallway and stopped in a room one room from the back. Probably because it is a criminal slave room, it is quite strict.

When I opened the small window with Gashan, I could see the inside through a bar.

It was as expected.

"... I can't do that."

I look at his status and shake my head. This uncle is not a good blacksmith.

"I see ... I'm sorry for not meeting your expectations."

Philip lowers his head.

I was just worried about the room at the back, trying to say, "I don't care."

"That room is strict, but who is in it?" "Oh, are you there?"

Philip said, "I apologize at least." He opened the double window in the innermost room with a key and showed me inside.

"This is an assassin who was serving a recently-executed Duke. She had been unilaterally bound and assassinated in a slavery contract, and herself was found to be guilty and escaped from execution. Came to the firm. "" Assassin?

I look inside.

… Brown skin, long hair mixed with white and purple, sharp three-eyed eyes, plump and taut breasts, artistic waistline, tight legs.

She looked back at me looking through the small window, moving her glanced eyes, without changing her cold expression.

I was there--

"... dark elf"

"Yes, this is a woman with a good arm. However, the Kingdom of Castal has instructed me to add" No Attack "to the contract, so it can only be used for sex slaves and housekeepers ... It's a street dark elf, so in this age I'm in trouble because there's no buyer at all. ''

Can't attack ... Can't you attack? But is it a dark elf and can't find a buyer? Why is it so? It seems like a beautiful woman can do a lot of work.

"I'm annoyed by regulations and noisy."

Philip laughs in trouble with that.

……Ah. That's right. Shortly ago, Sylvia said, "Beastman discrimination and persecution of the dark elf." Has the Castal Kingdom enacted any regulatory law as a countermeasure?

In other words, according to the current trend, instead of treating dark elves as sex slaves, they only take them as slaves, which makes bad hearing worse.

"Show me your status."

I urged me because it was a matter of course. She obeyed reluctantly.

"........."

First, a very high DEX is noticeable. Next, STR and INT are also quite high. The Dark Elves have the same status as the races that are good at magic and combat.

But why? She is also quite high in LUK and AGI.

"What skills do you have?" "... dagger, bow, magic, threading, assassination"

She muttered so. It was a clear voice with a slightly low and cool atmosphere.

Oh, I'm convinced. Because the extraordinarily high DEX raises [thread operation] in addition to [bow operation]. The reason why AGI is also high is that it raises [assassination].

That is, her growth type is "blacksmith" is rich.

………….

If.

……Yup. Not being able to attack is a bit painful, but it's OK if you concentrate on blacksmithing. That is like having a maid take care of my surroundings, and getting a lot of support beyond fighting ...

…………

I decided and opened my mouth.

"How much is she?"