It was the guard's garrison where the "slave trader" interrogation would take place. Since there is a detention facility co-located there, the identity of the offender is temporarily deposited there and the sentence is handed down after the hearing. There is no fair and impartial hearing, no lawyer, no appeal. Crimes against high-ranking figures, like nobles, are different again, in which case the Holy King and the nobles will be brought to justice.
The interrogation room was small and only had one small chair and one small window. At the foot, the ground is peeled out and the sand is removed.
The plentiful "slaver" gave me a slight look as I entered the interrogation room.
"Oh, you know what would happen if you behaved violence against me!?"
"Calm down. We're not going to be violent with you..."
The guard captain, who takes care of him in a series of "slave trader crushes," was a sinister osan often burned in the day.
"... while you're honestly answering our questions, huh?
I'm firmly threatening you. "Slaver" trembles terribly.
The captain of the guard retreated to the wall, saying, "Well, you're free to do the rest," and I stood in front of the "slaver." A clerk with a piece of paper on the board stands by.
"Then ask me a few questions--"
"We run the Human Resource Office in accordance with the law. Well, my mouth slipped and I used the word 'slave', but that's just a mistake. And you couldn't help but be impolite to the noble lady. You didn't even have a name at first."
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I roared "hmm" inside. [M]
(Isn't that the same testimony as the other "slave traders"... pretty much the same thing the Count taught me....... hmm? Wait...)
Secondly, I think back to a series of events when I felt uncomfortable there.
The Count gave pleasant assent to what the lady called "slave trader crushing". Only then did I think that was enough to "parent idiot...... be the one over here with the escort," but wouldn't it be strange if I thought about it carefully?
(Even the Count naturally knows about "authenticity and pre-construction". Crushing the necessary evil of "Human Resource Good Offices" one at a time also has little effect on the economy and society of the Holy King's capital)
Rather, there is resentment and the fear that the young lady will be raided by those involved.
I'm sure the Count himself knows the most painful thing about those "raids from rebellion".
(A list of "Human Resource Offices" that were available. "Same testimony" in the investigation.... if this)
I went to a hypothesis (...). Think of it this way, the twitching of what's happening now fits, into a certain hypothesis.
But once I thought so, I fell to the point where I couldn't think of an answer other than that.
The captain of the guard says, "You just have to answer what you're asked," but I said with my hand.
"Uh, then again, I'll ask you a question. Ready?"
"Huh. What do you want me to say to the kid?"
"Since when did you start this business?
"... to?
Was it unexpected, or proper? I found out that fat Osama wasn't always cute.
"Since when did you start this business? I heard that."
"Uh... it's been 15 years."
"The place has always been in the Holy King's capital?
"Yes."
"Do you have the strength of your company over your competitors?
"... Everywhere 'Human Resource Office' is the same job —— because we have a thick pipe with nobles. The amount you deal with is big."
Heh, he's laughing proudly.
"Do we do the same business again even if the punishment goes down?
"That's... well, that's what my gift is..."
"[Slavemaster ]?
"That's right. But this job isn't illegal, is it?
"I know. That's my last question."
I said.
"Count Sullies, how much did you get (...)?"
"Huh!!!???"
... I also learned that Osama, who was stunned, is often not cute.
And on the other hand, I thought my hypothesis was going to be correct.
At the end of the interrogation, I asked for Mr. Zelly on his feet. She has her, and I have her following Lark and Mr. Lulusha separately.
Mr. Zelly is one of the few people who knows about me and Lark - a flaw I can't help but get drunk and expose myself to ugliness.
Mr. Zelly is generally asleep in the morning, so I knew I would be asleep if I went there again today. So when I heard the report —— even the Adventurer Guild didn't get any info on more than 5 stars, etc., there was no harvest today either. Well, even Count Sullies hasn't grabbed the information... will he have to look for it in temperament?
"If you say so."
Mr. Zelly is awake in a private room in the inn that can be locked securely. It's a small room, but I used to say, "I don't need size because it's just a room to sleep in" —— and why is the liquor bottle rolling...
"Can I designate an adventurer party and send a letter?
"... uh," silver balance "?
"Very well, sir."
"'Cause, boy, don't you know anyone else?
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That's true, though. It's like, "Don't you have any friends? I feel like they're saying," I can't hang up.
Mr. Jelly is using the water I gave him to wash his face. Does it rain when a cat washes her face? Sure, it's cloudy today.
"You can send letters, but it's very cumbersome and very expensive to send letters across the border first."
"Right..."
"However, we exchange luggage between guilds, so if we put it on there, we'll have more certainty."
"It is."
According to Ms Zelly, the transport of necessary documents between guilds may occur or "delivery" or "escort" requests may be issued in response to the relocation of guild staff.
"When it comes to that reward! This is cheap enough to pop out my eyeballs already! Besides, if you're nominated and you say no, you can lower your rating in the guild. I have to take it. Even high-ranking adventurers can't resist this. Khah, I'm getting angry when I remember. I just have to drink this from noon."
"No. You'll abandon me when I'm human, won't you?
"... hey, kid, aren't you kidding me? And, uh," Worker Jelly "is a reputation in the guild, right?
Not only did I replace Mr. Jelly's debt, but I still give him a penny.
I honestly wonder if the picture of a good adult turning 20 this year is flattering to 14 years old. If I leave this guy alone, he's going to get worse and worse.
"By the way, I've heard of two names," Drinking Jelly. "
"Wow, and whoever said that, let's rip him to pieces with this hand! Boy! You can't tell me who said that!
"I'm the one who said it, are you going to tear me apart?
"Boy... I can't believe it's a joke, Jerry's cute joke... hehe..."
The smoothness of switching hands that were fisting Supa-supa-su to rubbing hands as they were is is really not good anymore.
"And I'll roughly make a joke... Either way, if you don't know where the 'silver balance' is, you can't send out a letter..."
"What do you do suddenly? Have you missed me?
"Oh, uh, right. That's the place."
It was because of what Mr. Halfling of Master Ethan's escort said at the dinner party yesterday. Mr. Mimino, I was wondering how you're doing. Besides, I think I can explain my situation to some extent right now.
"Boy."
"Hmm?"
"... how long are you going to take care of the Count?
Suddenly, what's wrong?
"No. I don't know, my chest bothered me. I thought something happened to you."
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Sharp.
Although I was a little lost, I decided not to cover up what happened yesterday with Mr. Zelly. Hmm, this is what Mr. Zelly said when he heard that the conversation was over.
"Be careful, boy. If you're not a dragon, you're not a celestial adventurer."
"Huh..."
"I'm scared of someone with power."
I was upset.
Sure, yeah. The "Dark Tooth Mercenaries" she was in were screwed up by the heavenly silver adventurer Krista, but Mr. Lykira poked a gap and defeated Krista.
But it was the Powers who were moving them like that.
"Even the Count will have power, but there is power stronger than that. Be careful anyway. It's possible that a kid can be tailored to a poisoner."
"Such an idiot"
"Suppose the Count were to suspect Miss Eva —— put wet clothes on the boy, right?
…………
"If you're an Earl with the Eye of Hearing, you can't do it."
"... right"
I thought you were right. I may have placed too much trust in the Count by putting my trust in my daughter.
"I'll remember the liver."
"Easy to ask. And then... this"
Mr. Zelly offered his hand. But there's nothing on there.
"Hmm?"
"Eh heh... boy"
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Mr. Zelly had bad adult eyes. Yes, I handed him a few silver coins when he said, "The cost of living is already on the bottom..."... Mr. Zelly is a bad person, but I'll give him the money. I can't either...
"Well... then it's time to go"
Let's finish lunch somewhere before we head back to the mansion.
I walked out toward Count Sullies's residence. The Count has a lot to ask. There is no relaxation in my mind right now. [M]