The moment I name myself a slave trader, the Baron embarks on himself as if he was drawn to Russian (Cancer) interest.
"Maybe you've come to sell your daughter there?
The baron's eyes are pointed at my sister sitting next to mine. Hey, stop it. I'm gonna smash you to death...... and the blood ran backwards for a second, but I'm gonna hold you in a critical place and pretend to be calm.
"No, she is a co-owner. But if you can make a deal quickly, I would very much appreciate it. We want to deal 'extensively' with slaves."
In the dark, make him smell like he knows your special sexuality.
But the baron gave a sinister look. I get it, I want a new girl, but you don't have any money, do you?
"Lord, by the way. There are people in the world who have a variety of preferences (lumps) and some prefer women with injuries. As a matter of fact, I have now received a request from that person for a product that suits my taste, and I wonder if your lord will give you one of those that best suits your criteria?
With that said, I take out another box and open the lid.
Inside there are 500 gold coins, packed with as much as 500 million astr.
Normally, the Baron fears exposure and takes the victim. You won't let go of Lynne's sister.
But if it's with a friendly man, he might respond to the deal with caution.
Betting on that possibility, it's one or eight big hits... oh, the baron's eye color has changed. But you're still suspicious. That's right, a lot of money to blunt your judgment, but there's just too much AST 500 million per person, right? But it's another push.
"We want to make a deal with your lord for the rest of our lives. In the next few days, there may be a case of people grabbing (one more) in your territory and several daughters disappearing. I would appreciate it if you could put it down."
It is a case of questioning management stress as a lord, such as the emergence of people in the realm, but it is also immediately after the great war, and from the state of the recessionary realm, it would not be an unlikely story.
I think I'm going to be self-loathing by saying it myself......
The baron nodded as if he was good at it.
"I see, because people seem a little disturbed yesterday. Sometimes a runaway daughter will be fooled by the bad guys who come from another territory. All right, I'll keep it in mind."
I see, that's how you're going to handle it. If I have to, I'll be the bad guy.
When I was watching the baron laughing at you and Niyaniya, I felt nauseous.
"I would greatly appreciate it if you could understand. Is it possible, then, for the other matter, to show us what your lord owns?
"Come on, follow me."
Baron standing up for you. I tell him to wait with Mr. Rhina because there's no reason to take his sister just ahead of him.
My sister nodded to me with a cockle as she moistened her eyes sadly.
"... Nevertheless, if you want a wounded daughter, why don't you let her scratch you every once in a while?
The baron speaks as he accompanies one soldier down the stairs leading to the basement of the mansion.
"Anything is different from the scratches that amateurs (hon.) put on and those that you know about."
"I see. Is it like begging for life to do it in acting different from begging for life to do it from the heart in earnest"
I have no idea. The analogy. Or I don't even want to know.
"I thought you were right. In addition, the process leading up to the injury is also important. The more cruel they are, the more gentle they are once to treat their daughter, who is physically and mentally hurt and worn out. That's how my daughter opens her heart and where she nostalgic... you prefer it."
"Uhm, we'll see. I'm sure you'll have a good look."
Do you understand?
This is the story I was advised when I talked to Eina about this operation, 'You'll get credit for telling these stories,' but honestly, I was a donkey.
I mean, Eina used to have these drawers, too. Where's the information?
The baron seems to be very concerned about the fact that fictional homosexuals and preferences (lumps) coincide, which is a terrible cockroach. I wish I were dead.
... The basement, guided by a cocky baron, was full of unique odors, mixed with rusty iron-like odours and unpleasant raw odours, ammonia odours, etc.
There are a number of small rooms around the large room in the dim light (aka) of the candle, beyond the iron lattice, where you can see the girls trapped.
The girls were badly threatened by the baron's appearance, and they were leaning behind a narrow prison so that they could escape.
Looking forward to seeing how it goes, the Baron urges me to look for the girl who fits the order.
The large room consists of an X-shaped (fitted) table. Operating table with restraint with black stain. Triangle Trojan horses have a lot of iron weights that are likely to weigh 10 kilos at a time. Shackles and shackles attached to the pulleys and chains that are down from the ceiling. They are filled with various tools, such as whips, knives, and hammers on the saw that are arranged on the shelves.
Akan, seriously, I'm getting nauseous...
I manage to drink up the sour stuff that creeps me up and look around the small room in turn.
Girls who aren't even given clothes, hide their bodies with one worn blanket, lean over in one corner and look at their trembling, threatened eyes.
They all had long ears for golden hair, elf girls.
... child without fingers. A child without hands or feet. A child whose eyes are crushed. A child whose back is not so much a stomach, but a painful whip (swelling) mark is engraved all over her body. A child with countless burn marks. A kid who's been missing ears that should be long......
I relax about to cry and compare it to the features I'm hearing from Lynne.
If I can squeeze it down to five, I can identify the rest with my appraisal skills.
I'll circle the little room and give this and the kid an appraisal.
Lengnace Elf, 117. Skill: Collected LV3 Status: Injured (Strong) Status: Slave
Hit it. As much as I honestly didn't need an appraisal, it looks a lot like Lynne.
"Your Lordship, I know if you'd like this daughter."
To my words, the Baron opens his mouth with a nibbling grin.
"It's a shallow day to get this one. I haven't enjoyed it enough yet..."
Liar, you've been locked up in this place for six months!
And Lynne's sister, who looks up at me with all the fear and tears in her eyes, has her right arm missing from the tip of her elbow.
It turns bright red in front of me for a moment, driven by the urge to shout out and get beaten up by the baron, but Lynne's sister can't help me if I do that. I summon reason at a critical place to create the face of an abominable slave trader.
"Well, how about this..."
When he gave him an extra leather bag containing 100 gold coins, the baron glanced inside and laughed satisfactorily, ordering the soldier to take Lynne's sister out.
"No! Forgive me, my lord! Have mercy, please! Because I will do anything to serve you!
Lynne's sister gets pulled off a chain tied to her collar and goes half frenzied and cries out.
Kneeling (kneeling) at the baron's feet, the baron kicks Lynne's sister's flank.
"Gu! Oh... but..."
Sister Lynne, who rolled over the floor once, holds her stomach down and circles without even being able to scream.
I guess I can't breathe, groaning painfully, slightly.
Looking forward to the look of it, the baron handed me the chain.
"I'm counting on a good relationship."
"What a waste of words. Best regards,"
When he returns to the Wang capital, he bows his head as he decides in his heart to ask each place to turn to make sure this house is crushed, and apologizes in his heart to the other children who cannot help him, leaving the basement behind.
Linne's sister fluttered down the stairs from the basement and followed her. Looks pretty spicy just walking.
If it's true, I'd like to carry you in my arms, but not now. I just want you to be a little more patient.
Upon coming up to the ground floor, ask Rhina to pick up the large crate that came loaded onto the carriage and ask Lynne's sister to go in there.
Consideration of being witnessed a strange looking slave and not having strange rumors in this mansion. As a slave trader of darkness, it would be natural.
I guess Sister Lynne thought she'd do something horrible again. I threatened to be put in a box, and I cried out in tears (cheering) and hated it, but because it was a short time, I ghosted my heart and closed the lid.
... Quickly quit the mansion and the box containing Lynne's sister will be opened as soon as it is loaded into the carriage and let you out in a hurry.
I'll have the carriage stopped in a while after I leave the mansion, and Mr. Rhina will help me out, too. First of all, it's first aid for the wound.
I told him we were Lynne's people and that he was here to help you, but Mr. Renne didn't try to trust him right away. Naturally.
When Kaori threatened and shivered Mr. Rene, and gave him diluted fruit juice mixed with painkillers, he shrunk his face like a pain.
My lips (chills) are badly cracked, so I guess it will creep.
In the meantime, me and Rhina are going to apply the medicine the pharmacist made me hold to my wound from one end to the other anyway. Hurry, but be gentle and gentle.
The largest right arm incision was still new, tied with a thin string to stop the bleeding.
I regretted it a little sooner, but if you look closely, my arm has a lot of small scratches in about five centimeters.
Think about it for a while and say that that's the mark that's going to be cut off. I realized it was something that was being put on to threaten Mr. Renne, and imagined how many times it had taken me to get cut off so far, my spine turned zombie cold.
Other wounds engraved on Mr. Rene's body are really bad. There are countless earthworm tumors (mizuba) run with whips (mumps) from the back to the stomach, from the buttocks to the thighs (thighs), where the two overlap, the skin is torn and the flesh is glaring.
Painful shackles (shackles) marks on wrists and ankles. Left hand finger with not a single nail left. Same goes for my toes.
And I guess they put me on a triangle trojan horse, a terrible laceration at the base of my leg......
Ask Ms. Rhina for the delicate part, and I'll apply the medicine around my hands and feet. My sister moistened her eyes like she was going to cry now, but still helped me treat her well.
Only the first of the carriages is the first, because I keep two kinds of wound medicines: one for stopping bleeding and disinfection, which I hurry to apply, and one for recovery, which I put aside a little time and then repaint.
It will work well because it is a special wound medicine for the pharmacist, but still the lost arm will not be undone.
It's so miserable (at best) that you hesitate to let Lynne see you.
... How can you do such a terrible thing?
'This was done by a special human being. Not everyone does this. "
I can't wait to make that excuse, but saying that now won't get to Mr. Rene's heart. Besides, from an elf's point of view, it doesn't translate into the fact that he was hit by a human.
But really. Maybe a few, but some good people, like Rhina, are trembling with anger next door right now.
I don't know if Mr. Rene will ever have a day to forgive humans, and I don't know if I can help it, but I can't help but hope that one day such a day will come.
That must also be some healing day for Mr. Rene's trauma......
3 May 420 Continental Calendar
1.2% Continental Unity Progress at the moment (Parklen Mine Owned - 5255 Elves) (Viscount Parklen Territory - 0 Residents)
Asset holdings 2,887.96 million (-60 million)
Distributed Lynne (Elf's Archer) Rhina (Class B Adventurer) Lena (Elf's Textile Craftsman) Ceres (Elf's Woodworker) Listella (Hired Store Manager) Lucrea (Elf's Pharmacist) Nina (Pre-Mine Market Merchant)