Struggling Hard As The Lord Of A Castle In A Different World

When I forced myself to arrive at the square with Marco, the centre of the square was lined with a thin stage and benches at equal intervals in front of it, with noble people of slave buying taking their central seats.

When we sit back in the right position, we see the dirty stage.

Soon people like executioners in iron masks take about ten slaves to the stage with their heads covered in Zuta bags and shackled.

"Ladies and gentlemen of the gathering, let us now begin our slaves of the day"

A creepy man full of facial slurs and suture marks starts to host and a slave auction opens.

"Then number one slave"

When the MC removes the Zuta bag that says 1, the pretty girl's face is exposed from inside.

The three-knit grown-up girl repeatedly leans down when she looks at the guest seat shyly.

Kita, that's slavery. I need to get rid of it. I try to retrieve a slave exchange voucher while I'm cowering. But Marco slapped me on the shoulder.

"What?

"Is that okay, Sasaki? That's a man."

"What?"

"Look closely at your body."

When I was told to look at it, I am not sure because my body does not have many ups and downs, but I am dressed in worn out and loose clothes.

But your face would certainly be something you could call a beautiful girl.

"Are you really a man? You look like a complete girl."

My sensors are not responding.

The sensor said something like you G-13, and Marco pointed to his own groin when he wondered where there was such a sensor.

You're bad!

You can't call it a groin sensor, so I'll leave it to you that Marco's Marco didn't respond.

A bald-headed fat nobleman who was near us raises his hand when he is half-hearted by the sensors.

"I don't know the gender. Show me his body."

That old man said a good thing. Now you're lucky you're a girl.

I was told the MC was a beautiful girl (?) Take off your clothes. Then a fine kembal appeared, and I suffered mental damage.

"Whoa, you look like such a beautiful girl, and you're such a fraud to have such a fine raggedy general"

"Maybe that guy's used to it. I guess the other kinky aristocrats made me act like a woman because I'm a woman."

"You're suddenly too black from number one."

I've heard that even in that time of war, I used to bring my last name to a battlefield where women were forbidden, in that role.

When I lowered my slave exchange card, the bald-headed old man bought it just like that! and shouted up.

"What, why?

"That man is also a famous sketchy nobleman in the slave neighborhood by saying Marquis Haradel. There are countless slaves who have seeded and pressed, a terrible nobleman known as the Flesh Bullet Prince of the noble world."

"Prince or horrible at that age. But that's the guy."

"It's the end of the line whether you're a man or a woman when you're so sexually active."

"You're too profound."

"Hey Saki, what's a seeding press?

"Freya or Raylan would be the best moves for us."

In the real world, it can also be described as a technique that looks good when the feathers are chopped up.

Freya doesn't seem to know very well either and tilts her neck.

"What the hell is that? Is it something that people who are willing to do?

"Maybe Chloe looks good too"

"We lost everything in common at once, didn't we?

"Freia"

"What?

"Piece it."

"Piece?"

Freya pieces with one hand.

With both hands.

"Like this?"

Freya made the pieces with both hands.

"So ho ho ho! Scream."

"No, I'm not stupid."

"Bye, Chloe, pieces your hands"

As I was piecing the piece and both hands, Freya grabbed the stone that was rolling down the side of the road and shook down the goo all over her. No idea. A severe beating hit my brain straight and rolled off the bench.

"What are you trying to do to people's mothers?"

"Nho, that hurts!

"What... is this the seeding press? Seriously, I don't know what that means."

"Whoa... this is another one..."

Damn, you're gonna get fat and seed press one day.

Then slaves flow with numbers two and three for a while, but there are a lot of people who are bad at this but look pretty disgusting. But there was a nobleman who was taking it all on.

"I bought it!

"Is that nobleman again? Oh, my God. Are you a nobleman even in the Buick collection?

Pull the chatter and collect all kinds of bushings, busacolle! and made a CM of its own in my head, but whoever gets it completely.

"He's also quite famous, a dangerous nobleman who excites beautiful girls to sleep in such a busike."

"I hear you're a perverted hobby of nobility, but you're too faithful to your own desires"

"I can't help it. If you get tired of beautiful women, it's noble to run to these kinds of change ball plays."

"I don't give a shit if I have money."

Today's slaves progressed, and in the end, not one woman came out and became the last.

The last one of them is also covered in a Zuta bag, but the body you see is a man.

My interest had been completely lost.

"Not much today."

"Isn't that Marco?"

"Ah, Johann."

Marco was called out and looked back, standing a suspicious boy wearing a robe deep in his eyes and bandaged his mouth.

"He's a slave broker, Johan."

"Brokers are finally crowded."

We don't seem to get along very well.

"Don't come with me in public. I'm the one who does the trick, but buying slaves is the main thing."

"Buy?"

"I'm buying people I've been selling as slaves."

I almost told him I wasn't with him after all, but he decided to keep quiet.

You don't have to collide in vain.

"Johann, have you seen today's slaves? Isn't it awful?"

"Terrible, but it didn't start today."

"What do you mean?

"Every slave of a good quality woman is taken to church by the Knights of the Holy Cross calling it protection."

I'm just a little relieved to hear that.

Oh, my God, I knew church would help the weak.

But at the same time he was remembering Altair's phrase, "The Church is catching the slaves and using them for inhumane experiments".

"I knew it was true that the church had a monopoly on slaves."

"Is it that bad when they take you to church?

Johann looks here and doesn't know anything? And I feel a little frightened.

"The Knights of the Holy Cross saint is sexual."

"I'm talking about being taken to church and no one has come home decent so far"

"In the name of God, you take a woman home, you make her a comforter to Father Raw Odor."

"............... isn't that what they call a slave farm (farm)?

When I say that, Johann with the color of his eyes holds my mouth.

"The name of the place is forbidden here. Especially if the guy in the clergyman's clothes asks you, you're gonna get stuck in a pig box."

Seriously. You're too scared.

"Pope Red Lamb is seriously crazy. If a slave becomes pregnant, he kills the slave. I've been doing that for years."

"Yep... what the hell is that"

"It's like the Marquis Romero wants to do something about it, but it's a knighthood, not to mention a medium-sized country over there, and most importantly, there's nothing we can do about it when they hide God."

"I'll try to interrogate you soon."

"Why would a slave be killed if he was pregnant?

"It's a religious thing there. It is the other saying that the Archpope Red Lamb does not conceive of rape because he is a god. If you get pregnant with it, it means it's the devil's fetus."

"You're unscrupulous. Is that Red Lamb some kind of reason not to get pregnant?

"It's not like that. Red rum is just oops. Because God calls himself that."

Me? Tilt my neck all the way.

"Why do we all support a guy like that? If you're just listening, isn't Red Ram on the same level as a perverted aristocrat?"

"The Red Lamb is protected by God and will not die. The Church's Minnean religion is also known as immortality, and a man with the protection of immortality is supposed to be the Pope."

"Isn't that a tick?

"I'm not sure about that. 'Cause a lot of people say they actually saw Red Lamb alive even when he got stabbed in the heart."

That's frigid.

As the three of us speak, suddenly the slave traders begin to hide their slaves in a great panic, and those who wear iron masks take their slaves out of their cages and hide them in nearby houses.

I hear something bell-like late.

"What?

"It's the Knights of the Holy Cross who came to take control. Don't move too much."

Johan looks in the direction of the day after tomorrow whistling.

Then, suddenly, I hear a loud laugh.

"Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho! Thin filthy pigs, don't move! Zeno Sturmfausen, head of the Knights of the Holy Cross III Chevalier, will now audit this market!

"Xeno or the least accommodating troublesome guy..."

At the same time that Johann shrugged, a girl in a tall knight's clothes comes with her offering to Tech.

He would be about 130-140 tall, he looks like an elementary school student, but only his chest is unusually big.

The girl's side head, which looks the greatest, with her horizontal hair rolled vertically like a croissant, has splendid horns stretched out.

"Little, horny, Kurt tribe."

"That one... I've never seen it before. You're short. Are you a child?

"No. I should have been an adult even then. The Kurt tribe is like the god beast Behemoth and Silf in their ancestors and has a mighty magic power over the body of the little one. If that nari tricks you, you'll be wiped out in an instant."

Hmm? That's crazy. Altair did say he was a Kurt, too, but he wasn't short, and he should have been taller than me, rather.

A well-dressed man dividing the market approaches Zeno with a bitter face.

"Dear Zeno, I thought this would be fine because I am giving the church this month's" Buzz ”for once?

"Bushi? I didn't ask."

"Oh no, you're bad again"

"I don't know. But I didn't come to crush you today."

"Ha, ha, so...?

"I'll have a hundred slaves. of any quality."

Zeno appropriately refers to men and women of all races who enter the chamber.

"Are you buying 100 slaves? It was common..."

"What are you talking about, we just protected people being sold as slaves. Why does the concept of buying and selling occur there?

"But even this one is done in business, so I just gave slavery to the church the other day about it, and when I can tighten it up any more..."

"Then quit."

The former tightening of the slave trader makes Xeno say it without a bite to his face.

"Just hurry up. Keep the ropes and restraints intact."

When the original tightening is signaled by the jaw, Alas, a man offers a slave to Zeno.

The colour of anxiety floats over my face as to what will happen now, rather than the fact that slaves are happy to be liberated.

"What the hell is that?

"Zeno, Captain of Holy Cross Knights 3rd Squad. He's one of the top of the Knights of the Holy Cross. Usually the Second Knights chief, Selfie, is with him, and he's in control, but he's like one today."

"Why is that attitude so big?

"The Knights are like that from the beginning. Besides, you can call this area his jurisdiction. Near Zestin, his influence is strong, and no one can turn their teeth."

"What you're doing is impotent."

"They are coming to crush the slave traders. Believe it or not, you have justice."

Johan stares at the Knights with a bitter look.

"Is it like tyrannical police..."