Summoned Slaughterer

One, two, three out of the city walk loose to nowhere.

Leaving the castle, through an area lined with large mansions believed to belong to the nobles, he reached a shopping section lined with upstairs and three-story houses, where shops and stalls gathered.

It smells good from a stall that bakes and sells some kind of meat and fish.

In stores that stack large quantities of vegetables, people who look like ordinary people seem to enjoy flowering into wellside meetings.

The restaurant had tables out to the side of the road, and the old men were adding pipes and talking about something.

Old and young, lots of people were coming and going, some kind of guest voice was sounding everywhere, making the hustle and bustle even more noisy.

The outfits vary, but I can't say they're very pretty. One, two and three thought that the clothing industry might not have developed very well.

By the way, one, two, three outfits are in the dark blue road of ancient martial arts, with a style of sneakers on the feet. It's an outfit I don't see anywhere else, so some people see it as flirty, but I haven't had the habit of walking on the road since I was in Japan, so I'm not particularly concerned.

(Even if the king is incompetent, are the people of the city still alive? Whoever the king is, you seem to be singing about your life)

I took the silver coins out of the dark magic storage and bought some skewers at the right stall. When I offered a silver coin to buy a skewer of five copper coins, they disliked me, but when I told them I didn't need fishing, they offered me double the amount I asked for.

As I walked while eating, I saw a store with an unfamiliar atmosphere.

I don't line up some product, I don't call it this. A man stood in his arms at the entrance draped with a black cloth like a warm curtain.

There are signs...... I can't read them in one, two, three.

I was curious, so I decided to give it a try.

"Hey."

"Oh... what?

Suddenly he was talked to, and the man answered with a whispered brow.

"Is this some kind of store?

"It would be on the sign. This is a slave shop. It's none of your business."

"Doesn't matter? Are you even referring me?

"... I don't want that, but our slaves start with fifty gold coins, even if it's cheap. It wouldn't be enough to pay a young man like you."

When the story was over, the man turned his gaze to the street again.

(Slave or...)

One, two and three turn their thoughts again on the future that they were thinking about as they walked.

(I thought I'd go around this world first...)

Even in the conversation I had earlier, I was exposed to the fact that I didn't have enough knowledge to read letters, understand the value of money, or know the rules of business. Although I shopped at the stall, I didn't get any fishing, so I don't even know the exchange ratio between silver and copper coins.

With slaves, you get that kind of knowledge, and it could be some convenience to do it freely in this world. I have plenty of money. I got half the safe in the castle. Buying somewhat expensive slaves won't mean it's not enough.

If you're going to betray me, you can finish it.

"Is this what gold is?

I gave out one coin that seemed like gold from the Dark Magic Storage and threw it at the man.

"Ah?... oh, but one or two..."

"Hands out."

Grab the man's wrist and force him to point his palm up. On the hand of a man surprised by the power of one, two or three arms, unimaginable from appearance, he pummeled about thirty more gold coins from storage.

More than half spill and scatter, but one, two, three don't even care.

"Whoa!?

"This is a courtesy you kindly taught me. I'd like you to show me the product, okay?

The grumpy man hastily picked up the gold coins and then changed his attitude 180 degrees to urge one, two, three into the store.

"Wait here, please! Yes, sir!"

The man who sat one, two, three to the reception ran into the back of the store and pulled away. Apparently, the response is another person coming.

A man came dressed in plain but seemingly good quality clothes, with little to no waiting.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting. I am running this store, my name is Woolal, and I am a merchant. You behaved like a big deal to a gatekeeping mid guy..."

With a smile on his face, it is clear that his gaze is worthy of the one, two, three he sees for the first time.

"That's not a big deal. More than that, I heard you could buy slaves here."

"This is fat. We do trade slaves. Is this the first time a customer has bought a slave? If you don't mind, I'd like to explain slavery to you."

"Oh, I'm ashamed to be a country man who knows nothing. I just wanted to ask you to come over here."

"So..."

Woolal's explanation was concise and easy to understand by holding onto the main points.

-Slaves include criminal slaves, debt slaves, and redemption slaves sold for their families and villages.

· Almost all criminal slaves become slaves of the country, forced to work in mines, etc. and never go out to the public.

· It is generally debt slaves or cash changer slaves that are on sale, and there are only these two species in this store as well.

-There are some who have been kidnapped and enslaved, but of course kidnapping is not handled by a decent merchant first, as he is sentenced to a maximum sentence simply for handling slaves of such origin.

-Slaves are restricted in their actions with special magical tattoos, and they can no longer defy their owners.

-Slaves are not allowed any rights, but killing them for no reason is a crime.

"No reason means should there be a reason?

"Exactly. You can't harm your husband or his family directly because of restrictions imposed by a tattoo, but you can't be held guilty if you have reason to steal your husband's things or harm your husband's friends."

"Do I need to prove I have a good reason?

"My husband's testimony will suffice."

One, two, three sighed, saying what a law full of holes was.

But it's not convenient.

One, two, three, who had often thought with his eyes closed, placed an order on Woolal.

"Is there a slave that meets these conditions from now on? Don't worry about the amount."

Woolal takes out of his nostalgia a parchment that looks bad quality, inks a feather pen that was at the reception table, and waits for the next word.

"Being physically fit and able to withstand the journey. Ability to read and write letters. Being able to fight to the extent that you protect yourself"

Woolal, who ran and wrote, raised his gaze.

"Would you prefer a man or a woman?

"Either is good. The problem is ability."

"Yes, I did. Please wait while we get ready."

Slightly, Woolal, who returned to the reception room, prompted me to proceed further into the back of the store.

"This is the product you would like to meet. Please feel free to choose."

"Can I talk to you?

"Of course I don't mind"

The rooms taken were large and lined with about ten men and women shackled. The simple piercing coat is brown and dirty, and its expression is dark, looking at most and one, two, three. What kind of opponent buys them determines their fate.

In the eyes of a slave, one, two, three imagined how he would see himself.

It won't look like a very money-making year. I thought it would look like a merchant or noble bonbong...... but when I look back at my outfit I laugh bitterly that it wouldn't look like that.

Two women stood next to each other on the edge in the eyes of one, two, three of the slaves lined up.

One is small, back length to about one, two, three necks. She has light blue hair and green eyes.

The other was about the same height as one, two, three and had a well worked out body. This one has red eyes on her brown hair.

(I've also seen it in the city, but when I look at these hair and eye colors, I literally mean the feeling of seclusion...... You both look neat. If it's true, it looks like whorehouse owners are going to buy it)

"You and you, what's your name?

"... origa"

The little one answered with a voice that seemed to disappear. Brown hair doesn't answer.

Ignore the busy brown hair and talk to Oliga.

"So, Oliga, what can you do?

"... I can use the magic of wind and water. And..."

After I showed him a little tour, I took a long breath and then talked about it.

"You can also deal with them at night..."

"Origa!

To Origa's twinkle, brown hair absurds her voice.

Woolal approached Munch in his hand, but one, two, three raised one hand and controlled.

"Kasha, I think we should get him to buy it. I don't like being bought by some perverted nobleman..."

"That's not true! You don't know what this guy looks like!

The brown hair seems to be named Kasha.

I'm a little hectic that I would look like I have such a weird sexuality.One, two, three, 18, has lust in the crowd, and it doesn't mean I don't like women.

Right now, the satisfaction that took several lives is dampening my libido......

One, two, three, who doesn't realize that's an anomaly, subtly runs his gaze into Kasha's hands.

"Did I say Kasha? You use your sword with both hands. It's not a two-handed sword, it's a two-handed sword."

"Hey, why..."

"If you look at your palms, your thumbs, and your index fingers, you'll know roughly. The way you build your muscles and the way you move now, you also know your general strength."

Not only Kasha but Origa and Oolal are also stunned by the sudden allegations. I know it's a hit.

"Ya, sure, this Kasha grabs the sword. I haven't actually seen it, but since I seemed to make some money as an adventurer, I'm sure of it for those in my arms. Origa worked with Kasha, so this magical strength is also inside. We're both enslaved with huge debts for our job failures."

Woolal supplemented me.

Both Origa and Sasha hear that explanation with a bitter look.

(Adventurers... maybe the ones who make sampling and crusading a business, like the ones that appear in many fantasy novels. I'm talking about a world where demons exist, so do you have a profession like that?)

"Okay, I'll let you guys choose."

The expression of one, two, and three that I said away was a ruthless grin directed at the Princess Imeralia.

"I'm going on a journey. I have strength, and it will be a battle. That change, if you can come about without betraying me, I promise you a good life."

"What are you talking about? I can't believe I'm enjoying my life with my enslaved athletes..."

"I will follow"

Origa had a small voice, but clearly chosen one, two, three. Cui's eyes look firmly at one, two, three. I guess I'm just a little frightened. I could see him shaking in tears.

(Man, you've been frightened by women ever since you got here)

Put what you deserve on the shelf and say, "What do we do?" and look at Kasha.

Kasha was upset.

I wonder what this man is doing for no reason?

I wonder why Origa is willing to follow this guy?

Look at the man's face in front of you.

I smile, but the more I see, the freezer my spine gets.

This guy is dangerous. Intuition sounds a gunshot alarm when he does something extraordinarily dangerous for nothing. More directly than words, something behind one, two or three eyes spreads the darkness of anxiety into Kasha's heart.

But... when I think about Origa, Kasha didn't have a choice.

"... ok. I don't know what will happen, but I want you to take Atashi with Origa too..."

Hitting the cedar hand, one, two, three turned to the ooral behind him.

"It's settled!

One, two, three had no idea how it worked at all, but the contract was completed by letting the tattoo behind Origa and Kasha's shoulders touch one, two, three pieces of blood.

The amount is 600 gold coins for both of us.

The instant payment also surprised Woolal and Oliga, but the fact that he was a rare user of dark magic was also an object of consternation.

"How strange of you. I thought it was a visit from somewhere far away from the food..."

Woolal, who was trying to identify one, two, three at first, but now he was totally entertained as a customer. The reception room even prepared baked sweets, accompanied by tea with a good aroma.

Behind one, two, three sitting on the couch stood Oliga and Kasha, shackled off. Though what you are wearing remains a piercing coat.

"We have done good business. If your slaves hire you again, please use our store. We'll have everything you need to know."

"Oh, I got a good shopping spree too."

He was handed the baked sweets, which he had not laid his hands on, wrapped in a white cloth, and one, two, three took the two slaves out of the store.

I was greeted by the hustle and bustle of the city, and looked up at the sun. One, two, three thought that time was a little past noon. Even in this world, if you say morning and day and night at the height of the day.

"You're hungry."

I wanted to have a decent meal because I was flown during my audition in the morning and it was about as light as I ate in the street.

"Don't you know of a place where you can have a proper meal?

"Then there's a good store just a little while away... there is"

Kasha answered one, two, three questions.

"If you're not used to it, you don't have to talk with respect."

Not like earlier, says one, two, three with a gentle grin.

He moves by unattended and selfish standards, though annoyingly accurate, but gentle within himself. When you become an enemy, you stop treating people like humans.

"Well, shall we go to that recommended store? Oh, and..."

Neither Origa nor Kasha could immediately understand the one, two or three words that followed.

"I'm being chased by the royal family of this country, so I intend to."