Tate no Yuusha no Nariagari (WN)

"Ah, Master Naofumi"

Raftalia waves to welcome him when he shows his face to the tent of a slave trader.

"This is the brave man of the shield"

"You're an extra slave to me, you fucking wit. Oh, please don't do that."

"Well, what is it about?"

I'm laughing so hard, slaver.

If I get angry here, they'll put me on pace. It would be a good idea to keep it on track.

"Anyway, we found a lot of eggs. The demon order is temporarily suspended."

"I didn't collect it because I thought you would say so. Hi."

"Oh, my God..."

Calm down, don't get on the pace. Relax...

"Don't you need a new filo real? I don't think it was in that egg?

"Let me know if you've been appraised!

Patience is the limit, Cora!

Somehow, I don't like the situation being danced over his hands.

"We think you should enjoy that later. Hi."

You have a headache.

I get tired of hanging out with him.

It's a hassle, so let's get this over with and go home.

"So, have you found a slave from that village?

"That's..."

The look on Raftaria's face is dark. Doesn't look very fragrant.

"Sorry, you haven't found it yet"

"Right..."

"Listen to the reputation of the brave shield. This is why you are likely to never find it again in Merromark."

"Hmm..."

I'm looking for Raftaria, who is also a survivor of the waves, and a sub from my hometown...... is there certainly that many in terms of the survivors of the waves?

Fifteen in all. Who still gathered...?

"For once, I'm thinking of expanding the scope. Hi."

"Will you do it?

"I will spare you the help of the brave man of the shield."

Hi, frigid. Give me some money. I'm worried about my hands posing.

"You know what else... any subhuman slaves with clever hands or good skill?

It is becoming a situation where I want to make myself remember architecture, conditioning, and weapons repair specially.

It hurts that I'm the only one who can make preparations for selling drugs.

For once, I teach little by little to those interested in the village, but in small numbers.

"Then your raccoon species are quite clever."

I see Raftalia.

Speaking of which, I didn't teach Raftaria anything... to the extent that I was allowed to work on getting rid of the demon skin or something.

The fact that you don't want to do it spontaneously is probably inherently clumsy.

"Have you thought of anything rude?

"Nothing..."

"That's right... is it suitable for detailed work such as hand work around the roomo species? It's very temperamental."

"Hmm..."

"Perhaps you've never seen it. Hi."

"Is that unusual?

"I'm usually in that country. One way or the other, I'm an animal man, so in Merlomarc, the numbers are small. Hi."

Heh...

Does it look like an animal? No, all the sub-people in our place are human based.

"Are you here?

"Yeah, we're lucky to have it."

"Show me."

Slavers lead us to the back of the tent.

"This way, right?"

See who the guided cage is.

There is a child in the cage shuddering around a blanket in fright.

You don't look good in the dark.

"Hmm..."

"Let's take it off"

When the slaver gives instructions, the inflexible man opens the cage and takes away the blanket of the child.

"No, don't!

"Hmm..."

I checked the appearance of the Lumo child.

In a nutshell, it's a mole. It's a people-shaped mole, like Warwolf or something.

It seems that a mole-like race is the Lumo species.

You're not tall enough. It's only about my waist. Because you're a kid?

"Originally a species with a weak eye for light, it is also suitable for night security"

"Aww..."

A slave of the Lumo species shrinking in a frightened but corner.

Raftalia seems to be worried.

"Raftalia"

"What is it?

"Understand I'm not doing it for charity."

"Well, I know."

Nevertheless, if the hand is a clever species......

But......

"Hey, isn't this country a lot of abusive hobbyists?

The same goes for the subhuman slaves who come to us, but they all have marks like whipping at body savings.

"This country has a long history of waging war with the subians, so we can't help it. Hi."

"The nobility you were fighting at that time was abusive to past worries?

"It's war, right? It's about time I had a plan to return the family deprived to me for cheap, abusive use only. Hi. If we make it unrepeatable, we'll buy it for a lot of money."

The darkness of this country is deep.

The noblemen may see me as a subhuman village, biting bitters.

"Legally, abuse is just as punishable, even if it's good to enslave them. Hi."

"He's illegal... but he looks legal."

I always wonder why I saw this tent behind the back alley.

"In that regard, we do business soundly at my place. Hi."

Sounds healthy...

This is a slaver who boasts of his sight, but he is very frigid.

In the first place, then why are you selling abused slaves...

"Fair enough."

I see the wounds on the back of a Lumo slave.

... sounds deep in my thoughts.

"Zweight Heels"

Restorative magic blocks the wounds of slaves of the Loomo species.

Although, because of the deep roots of the wound, it's far from fully healed.

"Huh?"

"You're clever."

"... I don't know"

The slave of the Lumo species answered, deflecting his face.

That's a better response than saying you can do something you can't.

"If I told you, would you?

"... if that's an order I'll do it. So... don't hit me..."

The slaves of the Lumo species shrink by squeezing out their crying voices even now.

Well, slaves are such things.

"I don't have a hobby for doing that. If you want to get hit, ask someone else."

"Huh...?

"Okay. Then gather guys like this. Take the money from what you're paying in advance."

"I understand. Hi."

"Isn't there anyone else?

"Recently, the brave shield has made a situation for us, so we are running out of goods."

Yeah, you sold slaves at the slave trader's because my slaves are good.

No, the empty cage is becoming more prominent.

"Hehe..."

Something's raftalia laughing at me. What's the matter with you?

"Let's just carve a slave print."

"Yes."

That's why I finish registering as a slave of the Lumo species. This neighborhood no longer feels like work.

"Ah, put it that way, shield brave"

"What? I don't make rice."

"I'm sorry to hear that, but one caveat."

"Hmm?"

"We are talking about the recent arrival in this country of crazy alchemists majoring in the study of demons. Attention."

The queen said the same thing. Is he that dangerous?

"Especially all the demons of the shield brave are grainy. It's very dangerous to be targeted."

"Yes, sir."

and leaves the slaver's tent in a light response.

"Ma...... eyeballs"

Slaves of the Lumo species follow with their faces restrained with both hands.

Oh, were you vulnerable to the light?

Raftaria is using magic to weaken the light in the area that hits her face.

"Is this okay?

"Ah... yes"

No, Raftaria's good magic was an illusion, a mixture of light and darkness.

They've got other aptitudes because of the class increase, but the best part is, it's that lineage, after all.

Because he's a mole beast.

Betta, but it's reasonable to make him wear sunglasses or something.

I don't know what kind of environment this race operates in.

Sunglasses...

I walk in the market and my glasses are sold.

"Hey."

"Yes, sir?

Speak up for the merchant handling the glasses.

"Are there any black, transparent materials? I'm looking for you."

"Yes, I do."

That said, the merchant takes out the lens alone.

The color is definitely black...... what's the material? It's not like glass... demonic material or anything.

Black flywing feathers...... insect material? You're a demon I don't have yet. Where does it live?

I know it's not like getting out along the road. It would be a hard range to reach by cave, mountain or carriage.

"... will be eighty copper coins"

It's the basics of business to blow on the person you want.

"Mm... well, let's not do it this time"

After I say that, I return it and go to the buyer.

The shoppers in Castle Town are familiar.

He doesn't seem to know because he's wearing a robe, but the buyer guy usually does his job.

"Is there any material to say blackflywing feathers?

"To?"

Buyer guy, he'll look like a bareback freak when he hears my voice.

And you noticed, you greeted me with a subtle grin.

"I miss you. Balloon Sentences"

"But I won't imitate that anymore!

"More than that. No?

"Yes. Yes, please don't."

"I'm not gonna do it."

With a very rushed look, the buyer retrieves the material I ordered.

Black flywing feathers.

Quality, bad.

"Bad quality...... why not buy ten copper coins"

"... ha. You got it."

"I'll advertise it instead. Raftaria, take her to the alley."

"Okay."

"Huh? Huh?

Raftalia goes with the hand of the Lumo breed child.

"Huh!?

The guy from the buyer, he's got some kind of a voice upside down.

I take my robe off in front of the buyer and speak out loud.

"Thanks! I'm so glad you bought me all sorts of things. Keep it up."

It's such a great read.

But the loudness of my voice and the discovery of me make the people who were walking around stand up.

"Bye!

"Oh, hey!

As much as you can hear the ground, you can hear people flocking.

"The brave man of the shield is making a fool of himself!

"If that guy's sold material, I'm sure he'll get lucky! Sell it."

"Oh, you know..."

The guy from the buyer dealt with a crowd of customers while he had trouble coping.

Okay, let's just say we wear robes while we hide in the right place.