Netooku Otoko no Tanoshii Isekai Boueki (WN)

The certificate that I am the official resident of that mansion (the Mirror Mansion) was created by Mr. Toby in a rather beefy way, and I gave it to him as he nibbled.

It is a document that says something in a different world language on thick paper like parchment. Naturally I can't read it, but I'm talking about that guy. I wouldn't have a problem with the specifications.

I said, "Thank you for your trouble." "No, because this is also the guild's business," Mr. Toby said with a smile, and there's nothing wrong with that.

... sooner or later I'll invite him to the Mansion. That's a sight to see what you look like.

Then I asked Mr. Masaki all the other things I wanted to hear, and then I left the Chamber of Commerce behind. Our next destination is the Slave Trading House.

Of course I don't have enough money to buy slaves, but I have to go to the slave traders and research what it's like.... but I can actually pull my hips off. I don't even know how they sell it, slaves for modern Japanese..., when I don't feel like I can face something straight...

But if you're going to work this way, you need someone to be an escort, if possible, an advisor who can tell you about the world over here. I can't even read the letters...

I didn't hesitate to arrive because Mr. Misaki told me where the slave trade center was... but... This is hard to get into......

The mall was a beautiful two-story building with no white-walled windows, and the entrance was closed, and it was difficult to get into the hinge that nothing like a sign could be asked what was going on inside a certain thing.

I mean, it's very hard to get in..., do you go into this by yourself? I can't even get into a sushi shop going around by myself? It's more difficult than "BBQ per person" though.

Besides, no matter how you look at it, the aura that seemed to say no has been stripped out... Too advanced......

But I...

If you're going to do business in different worlds, it's a hurdle you have to get over, right? This. Trade is war!

But honestly, I couldn't get the courage to open the door and go in, so I decided to adopt an operation to catch it because if anyone came out, the store monkey would come out to drop you off. That's right, I'm smart.

Me wandering around in front of the store with suspicious people.

Let's go in! I felt the courage I decided to shrivel every second of my time, but when that time came, I popped out and said oh say this... and I was simulating.

After 15 minutes of wandering around, the store door finally opened.

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Coming out of the door was an aristocratic man with impressive silver hair in his mid-20s or so. Normally walks out of the store without dropping off the clerk. Just in the direction I am.

I didn't know the clerk dropped you off. There are hands on waiting for the next one, but there won't be that many guests at the slave trade hall...

All right. Shall I talk to this brother? This guy could be the clerk after a while.

I decided to talk to him out of the blue. Either way, you just need to hear a little about the slaves, and they'll be less hurdled than going into that store.

"Um..., may I have a moment?

"Yes? What's wrong?

An aristocratic man who replies with a smile. I'm walking alone without a offering, and I wonder if he's an aristocratic ordinary person. But it doesn't look very ordinary, or aura, to be honest.

"No, it's what I saw coming out of your mall now, so I was hoping you could tell me a little bit... Oh, I'm Zillow Ayase, and I'm a merchant."

"Can I help you with the mall? It's supposed to be open now, so why don't you go?

"No, actually, it's an embarrassing story, but I've never bought a slave, and I'm scared of that gatekeeper... So it would be nice if you could tell me a little bit about slavery..."

"Is that what happened?"

He was convinced, for once, of the aristocratic style of man. Apparently he wasn't a clerk. I spoke to this man in a way that was close to momentum, but I still wish I had gone to the store honestly. But now it is.

"So what do you want to hear?

"I want someone to escort me, but I wonder how much it is for the market. If you could also tell me how much it changes by race or gender..."

"I'm talking about a market, but first of all, there's no such thing as a market for slaves. Because it varies greatly depending on race, age, gender, appearance, background and vocation. Depending on which line of personnel you are looking for, you can buy even one gold coin if you have the condition of being a slave in the lowest category: 'a human 60-year-old man, an ugly man's former bandit with no vocation'"

Don't stare at me, this guy. I'm familiar with it. It tells me thrash. Sounds like you were right to ask this guy. Let's hear a lot more, let's do that.

- And I'm on track.

"If you want hope, I want a young woman in an elf who can use her sword and magic."

"... Are you insane?"

Oh, my God.

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"Was something wrong?... Excuse me. Actually, I lost some of my memory. I apologize if I was disturbed."

"Oh was that so...... No, I thought you had a lot of nerve wanting an elf slave."

According to Mr. Aristocrat-style Man, an elf woman seems to reign supreme among slaves, and the only thing you can buy is something like a royal marquis nobleman or a big businessman. Naturally the price is astronomical.

And reserved.

Even if not, few elves become slaves themselves.

Normally, they either committed a huge "debt" or "crime" or were brought in from a "defeated country" to kill themselves into slavery, but since there are few elves who become slaves in debt or slaves in crime, they are first and foremost defeated country slaves.

But now war is glued. Naturally no new defeated country slaves come in. So dimensions that there are extra few elf slaves.

Secondly, elves have a longer life span than other races.

No, the important thing is that you look young for a long time. In a sexual sense. They say nobility takes over for their own son. In a sexual sense. No more. This country.

Next, elves can use spiritual magic.

In this country with the Spirit, it seems that having something nearby that can use Spirit magic means something special. Spirit magic is a miracle that works in response to spirits. They say this is a completely different concept from magic used by magicians...

Finally, you think enslaving an elf is an amazing status?

They kind of hate folk grass, though. Because elves are respected. But the price is amazing, and the fact that he's a merchant and has an elf slave proves it first rate.

- So he couldn't have easily said "Elf Slave" or something like that by a young peppy like me.

... but...

"Were you... But you can buy what you can buy. Can I make an appointment at the mall there?"

"Are you listening to me now and still willing to buy it? I doubt your sanity...... Or is he the son of a big merchant or something?

"No, I'm just a man. But if your dreams can be bought for gold, you want to go for it.... and I'm going to be a big merchant anyway. It's just the difference between buying an elf first or later. Now it's a rush."

"……… a dream, is it"

An aristocratic-style man with a difficult face and silence.

Yes, a dream. A dream that couldn't have come true. The dream of all the elf fans who should have about 300 million people on the planet.

Besides, Elf would be happier if you came to me. Because I probably love the most elves in the world! Even if that was my solitude!

A man of aristocratic style who was silent turned to me and said:

"Shall we play one game then?"

"Is it a battle?

"It's a battle. If you win, we'll give you an elf."

"Ha......, eh? Seriously?"

All of a sudden I'm not sure about the story flow.

Seriously? Or so I say. It's me.