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

A few days after the culinary battle, I was overjoyed to tell the Marquis Romero about this backdrop, and he was honored for his achievements in solving many noble problems and received a title.

It seems to be the title of the lowest baron (Baron), and for the lower end only the name is graceful.

Now he seems to have been promoted from an unnamed bottom nobleman to a title holder, and he's in a position to use his power for a little while.

That was accompanied by an increase in the number of nobility chapters in two, and my collar is lined with star-shaped collars. Looking at it this way, it's like a shooting down mark and it's cool.

It's just that Dee says that the lowest title is something that anyone can give more than a marquis, and that often gives the title and deludes you when you don't have the reward to give it away or something.

Sure, I thought you didn't get anything but a title, but I just went from the beginning to stop the rumble of the Marquis of Gourmet, so if you got a title with that, you'd be happy.

Well, I have a feeling it's going to be used as a convenience store as it is, but there are already rumors out there that our chariot is a rabid dog with a Marquis Romero.

I don't think you can have a rabid dog, but I'm not willing to correct it because it's not a mistake, though.

After talking to the Marquis Romero, on that leg we were headed to Black Earth Street to re-register as slaves of the Royal Bunnies.

Apparently the barcode-like baking marks on their necks and chests are still there when the bald tells sign up. They have to press the baking marks again.

The baking marks seem to be painful enough to pass out, and while the bunnies said no, they went into the slave trade in turn to register.

An unexpected man sat next to me as I waited for them at a tavern in Black Earth Street.

"One ale, and some wine for this man, no mead"

Alan is the one who bought me a cup with or without it, and I feel reluctant to treat you to it.

"What's up, Alex? It's not like I have to do it without you."

"It's Alan. Thank you for saving me from forced labor. Don't get me wrong."

"That's discipline. I thought you were the type to hit me with a stone if you helped me."

"What do you think people are? I'm still noble."

"I wouldn't be noble because I ran away from home"

"Shut up."

Fu and Alan look at my collar stamp and it stops picky.

"You, you got a title?

"That's right, so use respectful language."

"I refuse to die."

So poisoned Alan stirs up the barley liquor offered by the master.

"Damn, I wasn't even a nobleman when I met him, but now I don't mean to hold a title..."

"You, what happened to that kebabi aristocrat after all? Your employer."

"I've never seen a merciful nobleman keep hiring me because they say 0 points"

"Sure, because this world is dry. Are you back to being an adventurer again? Not if you're buying me a drink."

"Well, nobles have to keep their character under all circumstances."

"I've never had character in your actions before."

Well, a samurai is like an aristocratic version of Takayang branch.

"I'll advise you as your rival, but perhaps soon this area will be rough due to internal divisions within the Knights of the Holy Cross"

"Don't be a rival."

"I gave advice. Just because you got the title and you got the Royal Bunny doesn't bother you. The more important things, the more bitter the battle becomes. You've made one more bitter."

"What's the real deal?

"Honestly, I envy you"

This guy's drunk with a glass of barley.

When Alan drinks up, he leaves the store wasting his reunion flag that he will never see you again.

"Wakashi, he should talk too..."

I noticed Alan left without paying for the liquor.

"Son of a bitch, you fucked me..."

If you're made to be frustrated to the end, now Johann, a slaver with a robe in his sight, comes and sits next to me.

Stop dropping by when this guy finds me.

"King, I heard what you said. You got the title."

"You're early, you're too early"

"There was an adventurous man in the street who had just become a baron if he went to the tavern now, and he was blowing around saying he'd buy us booze."

That son of a bitch. Have you quickly returned your favors with vengeance?

"I didn't trust anyone."

Johann stirs up liquor by placing a proper order with people's money.

"Why did King come to this city again? Slave buying?

"No, a new recruit who came into our house is a slave, I've come to register"

"Oh, you're here to bake and stamp. Weren't you crying, slave? That hurts. That's not a level. If he's so vulnerable to pain, his brain's gonna burn out."

"Seriously...... I walked into the mall saying no"

"You went there yourself? You have guts."

"He wants to get rid of it fast because the baking mark is the previous lord"

"Oh, the second time, or the second time, it doesn't hurt because I use anesthesia"

"Why are you anesthetized from the second time?

"The first time I fell into slavery, I decided not to use anesthesia to engrave the brand as pain in me. From the second time you ask, you can use anesthesia."

"Use it from the first time."

"It's an old decision, and only slaves dispute that decision"

"What do you mean it's useless to say something weak? Really, nobility is shit."

"You're noble, too, aren't you? And holding the title."

"I'm gonna be great because I'm gonna be able to protect my people and my people."

"Fine. I'm working on something bad. My ear hurts over here."

Johan stirs up booze when he doesn't seem to think so at all.

Then a bunch of our Usa ears appeared in the liquor store. Apparently, the baking marks are over.

They are all dressed thinly so that they hide only their breasts on top, not their usual bunny suits.

"It's all over."

Karin and Sakya smile and come this way.

"Look... this"

When Sakya showed her lower milk, she saw heart-shaped baking marks rather than previous barcode-shaped baking marks.

"Isn't she cute? We all did this."

"Ugh, yeah, cute"

But I thought I could put a heart-shaped baking mark on a slave who specializes in certain sexual things, and while I'm happy, I thought I'd stop watering it.

I look at the ravens that are hanging out with Cai Cai and I see a wrinkle between Johann's brows.

"King, is this, possibly, a slave?

"Oh, the Dragon Knights of the Royal Bunny, the Knights of the Three Moons."

"Seriously, Mitsukishi is famous in the north, right? How much the hell did you buy it for?

"I didn't pay you."

When I told him how I'd been, I liked to see him come down 300 million vestas from the sky, just like Alan.

"Nobody thinks they're slaves until they see the baking marks."

"They're fancy kids."

"No. Normally no matter how luxurious a slave feels, his grief prevails and if you look at his face, you can see at a glance that he is a slave. In contrast, these guys said so. There's no sense of sadness at all."

'Cause I don't have any restrictions just because I wear a flat collar.'

"That's not all... it's hard to say in words... but don't fuck with these women"

"Oh, my God, that's a nasty way of putting it."

"I can afford to see a man at the mercy of a slave. I've heard that bunny species are highly lusty..."

Johan compares the heart-shaped baking marks of Chirali and Sakuya to my face.

"Slave has romantic feelings for her husband? It can't be."

Something tells me Johan is bumpy, but at that time a man with a noble curly moustache calls out to me.

"Excuse me, are you their master?

"Yeah, but?

"I want you to let me check, are they definitely slaves?

"What's that?

"No, I'm not going to cause anything. I've never seen a slave so blessed with appearance. I wouldn't even have realized I was a slave if I hadn't seen the burn mark."

"Ha..."

"I'd like to know where you bought it and how much you gave me if I didn't mind."

Carl, the man with the mustache hears, but his ears are obviously enlarged by the way the nobles around him are concerned, too.

When I try to tell the truth, Johann depresses his back with a dong elbow.

(What the hell)

(Say 100 million)

(Ha!? You're too expensive)

(If I'm going to price those women, that's about it, or more)

(Are you serious?)

I guess so if a real slaver says so.

But I don't think it's okay to say that I didn't pay anything.

(Don't say it's free even if your mouth is torn. Those women will be exposed to slavers)

(You'd rather say 100 million)

(Money is power. If a hundred million slaves were stolen, even idiots would know they were coming after me until my husband tore up the slave trader he had taken. Besides, I can't imagine my future with my hands on my capitalist husband. He's not in this city.)

(Rich people don't want to turn to their enemies)

(Naturally, the rich are limited to friends, not enemies. Besides, if the price is so high, the eyes around you will change. Definitely)

So if you keep it clear and super expensive, the nobles will have eyes that look at 100 million jewels instead of the derogatory eyes that they inherently see slaves?

If that's the case, let's make that happen.

"100 million vestas per person"

"Blonde and silver are two hundred million."

Johann multiplies the clarity.

"To, 200 million!?

Carl's beard peeled off his eyes and his beard curled deep with Boyon.

"Are you kidding me? Digits are so different."

"Really. These kids were the strongest dragon knights in the North: the former Knights of the Three Moons. My brother-in-law bought it all. I made it cheaper."

I'm going to say the right thing, Johann. I was wondering if you were okay with this, how much anything you might find out, but Karl the mustache nobleman swallowed a bite of saliva when he saw the limbs of the nagging Royal Bunnies.

"Ya, it certainly wouldn't be weird to do that. Wow, I want one too! You're a slaver, aren't you? I want you to sell me one too!

"Every time, but Bunny's slaves are rare and now they're gone. If you want me to turn it around as a matter of priority, it would be helpful if you put it on a little bit and charge me a procurement fee."

"Fine! Let's get a contract at the mall."

"Every time"

Johann is smiling badly.

I see, the real aim of this man is to sell broken slaves to nobility?

But I doubt it's easy to find a Royal Bunny.

Carl, as the mustache nobleman left the tavern, Johan also stood up and threw a piece of gold at me.

"We got a good business deal. I was going to get you a treat, but I'm going to get you one."

"What would you do if you didn't get the Royal Bunny?

"You can procure a seemingly good alternative pedigree and say this is all you got. If the customer likes the substitute slave, he'll sell it as is, and if he doesn't like it, only the procurement fee will stay with me."

"One of these days you're gonna be pissed off."

"It's okay, absolutely noble is decided to tell me to look for it until I find it. Each time you get a sourcing fee on an ongoing basis. That's great."

"You're gonna get stabbed one day."

"If it's dangerous, we'll just have to tone it down."

Johann went to the aristocratic waiting merchant hall, saying what sounded like a crook right.

"... 200 million won't do it, will you?... maybe."

Sakuya, who was listening to me talk to Johann, gave me a small neck, but I smiled and gave it back.

"Well, you can't put a price on people."

Then some time later, a new slave genre was born: the luxury oriented Royal Slave in the slave industry.

The sense of buying a luxury pet made slaves more important than their husbands without any compulsion, such as labor, and the significance of existence was questioned as to what slaves meant.

Iron Chef edited.

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I plan to take a rest because I can't write next time.