The God has moved to another world.

Arrangements by Mizuhiko, Gate Earth, Pryan Blue, etc. became spectacular.

Akihiko Mizuhiko specializes in cutting back after waiting for his opponent to attack.

The Sword of the Raptor, that is, the gate earth to the effect of super fast sword moves.

Although I only have the impression that I'm missing my wedding term, the move itself is Orthodox Pryan Blue.

The battle between the three was enough to make me feel touched if I saw what I saw.

To the Guardian, to Samurai, the highest battle race in the world, is the arrangement of individuals with the greatest power in a single nation.

Anything you want to see, even if you pay for it, there will be as much.

However, the audience was only Kazuhiko and Carin, and the sentiments were mainly "cute" and "scared".

Doesn't matter, Fenghiko, Mizuhiko, Gate Soil, and Pryan Blue are "cute" brackets.

It is a huge clutter classification of the type of woman who is cute about everything.

While Mizuhiko and the others were playing with it and this, the disguised ship arrived at the port of Bataluda Dide.

Entered the port is a port where a large number of freighters dock.

The ships lined up around them look about the same and the disguised ships are not noticeable at all.

There was a single car clustered in the immediate vicinity of the talap stretching from its disguised vessel.

It is one of the means of transport commonly used in this country.

"So, uh, why are you even packed up with me?

Deload, packed in the car carrier, said so with a slight frown.

Is it the effect of our seemingly unmotivated face that does not seem particularly dissatisfied?

The carriage without seats is quite spacious, and even if you put the deroad on it, you can still afford it.

In response to Dilloud's query, Sergei answered the box of cigarettes with one hand.

"Why not? Because we're going to the safe house now?

"It's a safe house prepared by Houlika. He's the one who got the car there."

It was Pryan Blue who shrugged his shoulders and added:

Next to it, there's Carin shivering in small pieces.

Besides these three, there were two people already sitting in the driver's seat and the passenger's seat of the car.

Both belong to the Galtic Mercenary Corps, they are mercenaries.

"Safe house? So, to see how the Agneys are doing, right? Why would I go?

'Cause you're gonna hack into the other system.

To Sergei's words, Dillord raised his voice like he was convinced to "uh" after showing a little thought.

Look at that, Sergei laughs funny.

What they were going to head for was a safe house prepared by Houlika within Bataluda Dide.

From the facility where Agney is captured, somewhere close by.

Given the purpose of this one, it could be described as a hiding place for outfits.

Their purpose now is to carry Dilloud to that safehouse.

So we're going to give Dilloud equipment and let Agney break into the security system that was put in place where he was caught.

Dillough scratches his head with Polypoli, creating a face that looks slightly serious.

"Speaking of which, you said that."

"Didn't Tohiko tell you a lot - of?

"I didn't really think you'd let me. I wonder if I might be useful."

Seeing Dilload shrugging his shoulders, Sergei raises her voice and laughs.

Sure, as far as normal looks, Dilloud doesn't look very helpful.

That's how Dilloud said it because he knew it too.

Pryan Blue laughed at such a deraud with a lot of garlic and meaning.

"nerd, a lot of people walked around while erasing their footprints. Mastery of magic technology in that country without finding out. tampering with a storage device using it. You're doing quite a few things."

To the words of fun gee Pryan Blue, Dilloud looked bitter.

"In most countries, it's a crime to break into or tamper with someone else's storage device without permission? Even if there was a country that wasn't always like that, if you found out you stepped down on debt from a Yavai loan, you'd be out."

"Hey. I was wondering if I had to find out."

"But I got caught. Even so, I didn't break in, I remembered my face hanging out in the city. They found me in debt. In the end, we found out we broke in, but we just found out because we got caught. I'm surprised you could have run away without it."

Niya glanced away at Pryan Blue, who fished up the edge of his mouth and laughed, as Dilloud turned away from him.

Apparently, he looked into Delaud exactly.

It was Eltovael who said that Deload could be used, so that it could be used well for this one.

It's what an angel who reveals his sins says, so there's no room to question his abilities.

But Eltovael gave little explanation of Dillord's achievements, except for the Galtic Mercenary Corps.

When doing these kinds of work, it's important to know if the colleagues you work with can be trusted.

Because if it is combined with something that is powerless or problematic, it can be eaten for the price.

This time it's a recommendation from Eltovael, which means I don't have to worry about that, but still, as a Skysler, he couldn't possibly not have looked into it.

Before I arrived at Bataluda Dide, I would have liked to have looked into Dillord's forehistory.

The "resume" of what kind of work or evil you have done is often used in these industries instead of ID cards.

Skysler seems to be looking into Delaud quite closely.

I guess Eltovael didn't bother giving you information for the purpose of making you look into that.

I like to find out for myself, but I also like to make humans look into it.

To such a Pryan Blue, Sergei asks, "Speaking of which,"

"What's it like to be a safe house?

The ship arrived an hour or two ago.

I have checked the safehouse drawings, images, etc., but Sergei himself has not actually been there yet.

But Pryan Blue used his abilities to check the perimeter and interior ahead.

I still keep one of my splits inside the safe house.

Most importantly, Pryan Blue's "Doppelgenger" doesn't have a clear body, and all bodies are bodies and splits.

"Desk on couch, big fridge. Sounds like you're holding back the basics."

"What about the fuzzy bed?

"I think you should have your own sleeping bag."

"Uncle, I'm too old to sleep on the floor and it hurts my body. I hope it's at least a mattress."

To Sergei's story, Pryan Blue laughed strangely.

People like you are mercenaries, there are many fat ones.

The majority of people can sleep anywhere, and that can be one of the important qualities of the out-of-the-box.

Sergei, the famous mercenary, couldn't be that delicate, and Pryan Blue took it as a joke.

It is a conversation that I have no idea what Delaud is listening to nearby.

"Yeah, yeah, I remembered it in the fridge. It was in there. It was ice cream. Good luck with your work. The one I printed in the KAWAII font."

"Ooh. Ice cream. What is it?

The one who reacted to this was Dillord.

Ice cream is the man's favorite.

"Eh. The one you're selling at the Alliance's purchasing department. Even the thick vanilla milk special. It said regional only, speaking of which. I never saw it on the street."

When I heard that, Dilloud looked blatantly nasty.

Looks a little bloody.

"What. You don't like ice cream?

"No, I love it. I used to buy it where I used to live."

This means that Dillough only sells to the area where he lived before, it's Dillough's favorite.

It would be a message from Houlika, who has a safehouse ready, that much research is on it.

Sergei and Pryan Blue raised their voices like they were impressed.

"That princess, I don't know, because she's got a nasty personality. I was set up, too. Uh, if I hadn't met those two over there, I'd have definitely left Shou by now."

"Well, it's time to go. We'll have to go out again when we get there."

"You're diligent. I was wondering if I'd eat ice cream."

"What are you talking about? I'm gonna go get your work tools, okay? Sample collection to analyze the magic of this country. I collect them to some extent, but you want to see them yourself, don't you?

"No, I'm not."

Sergei and Dillough smoothly put the words of Pryan Blue through.

"Throughout. Shit!! Right, or something! I'm sure you'll find a good one, or something! Something like that will happen.

"No. I wonder if that's kindness."

"You, I thought you could still get married"

"Oh my God, Conoyaloo! You're too blind to see what I'm attracted to! Make corrections! Request corrections!!

With that conversation going on, Sergei and the others set out ready.

Carin's return to sanity came after she had transported her luggage to the safehouse.

Safehouse was a miscellaneous building.

It is in the corner of the commercial area, for construction and blindfolding etc., but they are all disguised.

After using it for this one, they're actually demolished and the guild is supposed to buy it out.

They're going to replace it as an outpost and warehouse.

Wall removed, building materials swept indoors.

Placed are large desks, sofas, and large refrigerators.

There, you will find a number of magic devices made by the Galtic Mercenaries.

It's a simple base of activity, but all the equipment we have is pretty handy.

All of them are expensive over-the-counter goods, either supervised and made by Tuhiko or used by the Alliance.

"Yes, I'm home."

It was Sergei and one member of the Galtic Mercenary Corps, and Carin, who opened the door and came in.

All three have so-called "normal looks", which circulate within Bataluda Dide.

What everyone has in their hands is a bag of magic product mass retailers.

I can see that every bag is packed with products and looks pretty heavy.

Sergei breathed like he was tired when he put it on an empty desk.

In fact, I'm not breathing pretty at all, and the gesture itself smells pretty playful.

"I was asked, largely because I bought it. Check it out."

"Oh, yes, yes. I'm eating ice cream right now, so I'll do it later."

Those are the derods holding the ice bar down on the couch.

All of the items Sergei and the others bought were necessary for Delaud's work.

Such a particle of light began to spill out of Dilloud's shoulder, which he said with a sleepy face at the bottom.

It was the artificial Spirit Martina that was planted in Dilloud's body that showed up.

"What are you talking about? Do not hesitate to work while you sleep."

"Look, even if you're so uptight, you're gonna lose your working efficiency"

"That kind of line is what I say after working properly. The luxury of working but not working is unfortunately not tolerated by the master"

Driven by Martina, Dillough stands up, even though he seems sincerely disgusted.

As I approached the desk where the item was placed, I began to check the contents of the bag.

All I've bought are very common, like cameras and thin dictionaries.

If you are a country with coarse or ordinary magic technology, you make it, and if you give it a good amount of money, it's all you can get.

"But are you really going to find out about that and figure it out?

Sergei tilted his neck as he looked at Delaud's hand, which was quickly taken to open the box.

While doing so, the guys who were going shopping with Sergei put items on their desks one after the other.

"This kind of thing can be more advanced in the objects we use. Whatever the ingredients are, technology is increasingly being paid down by the private sector. Kihon's Ki is easier to understand than to see something like this. Well, in my case, I'm talking about."

It's just my own way, I guess.

In the first place, it is impossible for ordinary technicians to examine these things and grasp the magic technology of the country.

Magic technology is at the level of state secrets, and when it's popular, it's heavily disguised and concealed.

If you want to analyze all that, it is said to take decades.

In doing so, the technology becomes obsolete and no longer makes sense.

"Plus, with some inexpensive mass production, the safety itself can be sweet. I don't have that much capacity, so I think the amount of information itself is low."

Nevertheless, such a thing would be a slight difference.

A man named Delaud who can do that, that's his personality and attitude itself, but he's still good.

"I've bought what I was told for the time being, though. Is this going to work out?

"I think it's okay. Well, if it's not enough, maybe you'll have to go again."

To Sergei's inquiry, Dillord shrugged his shoulders and showed them.

I should have gone shopping with Dillord himself, but that's a difficult order.

Anyway, the exterior of Delaud is too conspicuous.

Horns twisted on black wings, beautiful rare appearance, tough hook claws.

Walk in the crowd and you'll catch your eye first.

This job has to be carried on confidentially, and that is very inconvenient.

If so, it would be more convenient to have Deload locked up in the safehouse as much as possible, except when necessary.

"Yeah. This doesn't sound like a problem. Oh."

After checking the approximate item, Dilloud raised his face and glanced up strangely.

I jumped into my sight, because I saw Carin.

That figure, which burned out slowly and his eyes were dead, was quite a punchy video.

If I stood on the side of the road around midnight, I might be screaming if it was something weak in my mind.

"Why are you being like that? Are you in debt or something?

"No, no. I think it's because I'm relieved of tension. Because it worked great."

"Activity at work to make it less noticeable? So it wasn't noticeable at all?

"Yes, yes. He's quite talented in that area."

Sergei said in a mild tone, but never exaggerated.

Carin is freaking out anyway, observing around all the time and acting unconsciously trying to blend in with it.

Even if you go to your first place, you can learn by watching the movements of the people around you and behave as a normal person with no particular visibility.

In Carin's case, there are no features such as this, even in her outfit on her figure and face.

It is characterized by a lack of characteristics, and so on.

This can be described as a terribly useful ability for people in business like Sergei and Pryan Blue.

They are able to gather information and finish the work without making an impression on the other person and without being remembered.

It is also difficult to acquire as a technology, and if you can acquire such a technology, there will be many individuals and countries that will pay as much.

Though.

In Carin's case, they weren't worn to make it work.

It comes from something like an obsessive-compulsive notion that you don't want to stand out anyway, and when you do that for a long time, it just drains your strength and energy.

Result.

"No, I don't know if you're talented. Don't you look like you're dying?

"Well, yeah"

The more Sergei and Dilloud admitted together, the more they were to look like they were dying.

"But that's it. Once again, I see why Lady Eltovael took her. That boy, he's good for this business. If you act with us, you'll get skill."

"He's an adventurer, isn't he? Is that what you need?

"Wouldn't that be a waste? He doesn't seem to hate us that much either."

To the strange Derrod, Sergei shrugs his shoulders and shows them.

In fact, Carin was interested in the content of the job itself, and thought she was going to study it.

It is both Carin's business and nature to observe or record the fine movements of warcraft and demons.

Things like what we are doing now only changed the subject from warcraft and demons to human society, and the basic parts were the same.

Originally Carin herself, she is also interested in humans.

I just happened to have the opportunity to get a job as an adventurer, and even if in some circumstances I was on a job like some intelligence agent, it wasn't weird.

If they had been found around “Ghost of Skysler” Binkert Sbainku as a child, that would certainly have happened.

"But you're dying, aren't you?

"Even fun things burn out when you work hard, right?

"I don't think it's fun to work."

Dilloud looks at the poor thing, turning to Carin.

Carin, who looks like she suddenly lost herself, of course, doesn't notice any such gaze.

Sergei laughed with pleasure as he approached Carin and slapped her on the back with a bash.

"Well, let's work hard! The angels who reveal their sins and the gods of the land!

"Huh!? Oh, yes, I'll do my best."

Carin, who had not heard the story at all, replied so reflexively.

I will regret it later.

Carin had no reason to know at this time.

Agney tribe "Tuck" twelve.

That was the troubling seed of the "traver", a slave trader.

Traver's house is a lineage of slave traders that lasts from generation to generation.

He has treated criminal slaves, war slaves, etc., and lived carefully in compliance with the law.

Rabbit horns, being a slave trader is a commonly mistaken business.

It would be because there is an image of an innocent people being caught, forced to take their freedom and forced to labor.

Some people do that in some places and slave traders, but at least not in Traver's house.

The "criminal slaves" and "war slaves" he deals with in his shop are legally recognised.

Traver thinks it's more of a humanitarian thing.

First, criminal slavery.

This mainly refers to those who committed crimes and were sentenced to prison.

It's a pitiful story, but "Bataluda Dide" is not a wealthy and affordable country.

We can't afford to lock criminals out of the workforce and feed them.

You have to let them work in some way and at least earn about what they eat.

But it also costs money to make them work.

We need to secure a place to sleep, food, physical control, treatment in the event of an injury or illness, and we need to manage to prevent that from happening in the first place.

We have to guarantee accommodation and food, and it costs a lot of money.

It can be said that it takes a lot more money and effort than hiring a cheap employee for a blasted story, surveillance, etc.

If the number of people is large, it is all the more so.

Anyway, he's a criminal.

Of course it depends on each circumstance, but whoever is not Roku is not from the bottom of his heart.

If we gather those people and put them down, we'll naturally have a problem.

If the population density increases, then naturally friction will also increase and trouble will increase at an accelerating rate.

Then, if we keep it under proper control and locked up so that it doesn't, it will be.

It takes a lot of money and effort.

"If it's about locking up criminals for a year and putting them down, it's cheaper to kill them"

And so on, who was it?

I don't think that's a very praiseworthy word, but to be honest, Traver agrees with that opinion as well.

Traver thought it was the system that was beneficial to not make that happen, which was "criminal slavery".

"Criminal Slavery" is a national system that pays down offenders as a workforce for the duration of their imprisonment.

Bring the captured offender to trial and determine the length of imprisonment.

Pay it down to a qualified and entitled slave trader and the state will earn some money.

Slave traders benefit by having their criminal slaves labor or mediate with other humans.

Instead, the slave traders guarantee the clothing, shelter, and safety of life of the criminal slaves.

If you ask me, it's Traver's idea that it's like a "private prison".

This criminal slave exchange can be quite a showcase of the arms of a slave trader.

The reduced price of criminal slavery from the State was to be calculated in view of previous arrests, trials and the costs incurred in detention.

If a slave trader trades in criminal slavery, that amount would be "cost".

Naturally, slave traders also have to make a profit, making them produce higher than that amount, or sell higher than that.

This is the hard part.

Unless you take into account the characteristics of each slave and let them do the right job for it, it is difficult to make a profit.

For example, suppose there was a criminal slave strong in arithmetic, although his body was weak.

Just because you want to pay for this, selling it to a mine or something is speechless.

It would be much more beneficial to send them to corporate accounting, accounting firms, etc.

Naturally, people who have committed crimes often have no credibility, but it is a good slave trader to identify even the qualities and nature of such individuals.

The criminal slave will be released at the dawn of imprisonment.

Return to the general public.

When the year of criminal slavery safely dawns, a celebration is paid from the state to the employer.

It's like a reward for managing criminals properly until then.

This did not make an out-of-the-box fool, and many slave traders and buyers were things to manage properly.

By the way.

A "criminal slave" who was never bought away is to be sentenced to death.

Criminals who can't be controlled have trouble staying.

At least in this country, slave traders and criminal slavery rarely become even more sinister relationships.

It is a relationship between an employed person and an employed person, and it is not uncommon to rejoice with each other at the dawn of the year.

I don't know what people living in other countries think, but Traver thinks it's a necessary system.

So what about "war slaves"?

Although there are various definitions, in Bataluda Dide, a large number of people refer to "the defeated side of the human race caught in the battlefield" as "war slaves".

Soldiers, bureaucrats, etc. who have largely been taken prisoner, and the average person seldom becomes this.

Anyway, catching ordinary people doesn't make them particularly rich.

In this world of developed magic technology, man as a workforce is a very inefficient thing.

Unless you have some kind of skill, it's quicker to work with magic tools.

Thus "war slaves" were mostly war-specific, capable of dealing with weapons and the like.

The way it is operated is also precisely for combat.

Advanced weapons and weapons also require special skills to handle them.

Handing over weapons to the peasants who were waving them until yesterday doesn't exactly make them "soldiers".

In approximate countries, the treatment of "war slaves" is often referred to as "outsider forces".

War slaves themselves, for the most part, have become contracts that can get their years quicker if they get their hands on them, and enthusiastically encourage them to work.

Naturally, clothing, shelter, etc. are generously guaranteed, even if it is time to fight and it is debilitating.

This was also often a good contract for both, rather a more well-rounded relationship than criminal slavery.

Such was Traver, who was in some sort of healthy "slave business," but was now in exactly crisis.

The cause is, after all, the Agny tribe in front of us.

Traver was proud of his business.

Whatever they say to the rest of the country, they have not done anything illegal, at least within Bataluda Dide, and they do business that does not conflict with international law.

I work as a "slave trader" who tends to be seen with some white eyes or fingered backwards, but I was proud to say I had no shame on anyone.

But.

With regard to the Agney tribe now in front of us, the story was different.

Captured in the so-called "slave hunt," he is a grey zone for the Bataluda Dide.

White internationally.

Some countries are black "slaves".

The beginning of the matter was what a nobleman from Traver had asked.

The nobleman didn't know much about it, but he decided to meet him in hopes of getting on some kind of edge.

The nobleman has cut out stories like this to Traver, who put his neck around him wondering what the hell it is for.

"We've secured the Agney tribe, keep it."

Officials and slave traders from all over the country consigned and said they captured the Agney tribe.

It's just that they collided with slave traders in other countries at that time, both devastating blows.

Though the Agney were captured, the damage was too great at that time, and the slave traders went bankrupt?

Many of the slaves that the slave trader was dealing with were paid down by other slave traders, but only the Agney were poor in dealing with the state side.

Speaking of Agney in any way, it is the race that that Metermagito craves.

Sometimes Bataluda Dide is "human supremacy," a drama that can be a spark of war if he does poorly.

But if it can be used successfully, the benefits for the country are immeasurable.

Negotiating means are precisely the swords of the blades.

So, for now, I decided to keep it protected for a while, but here's the problem.

Placing it in a national facility may cause unwanted problems.

For example, when the country caught Agney, it might lose its escape route.

As for the upper management of Bataluda Dide, would it not be better to take the position that "the country protected the Agny tribe caught at will by the slave traders"?

And so I made a decision.

For that reason, he said that until all the stories had come together, it would be better to leave the management to the slave traders.

When we talked about which slave traders to let manage, the name was given, but it was Traver.

Try Traver, he just flew.

You can call me a victim.

If the country and nobility were to say, "Do so," there would be no right of veto for Traver, who is a slave trader.

"Huh. What are you going to do? Ooh... This isn't a raid from anywhere, is it?

Out of pity, Traver held his head.

In fact, the slave traders who have captured Agney have fought against the slave traders of other countries around it and are watching the fear of devastation.

Besides, even if it weren't there, the lizard's tail would probably be scapegoated by the country.

Traver thought that would be more expensive than that.

"Why have I been working so hard in my eyes?"

It is ironic because I have taken a serious job and I was only looked at because I was recognized for the job.

From a wealthy other country that does not know the circumstances, it may look like we are in frigid business.

But at least Traver has been in business with no shame to anyone.

I don't think I've ever done anything dark behind me or imitated that I couldn't walk under heaven.

That's why.

As for Agney this time, he was very much in the stomach.

"So, um... Is there anything disabling you?

Traver asked Agney, Tuck, sitting on the couch in front of him.

The two of them are now in Traver's work room, and Tuck is sitting on the couch.

Cookies, cakes, etc. prepared plenty as tea treats, were cheeky all over her mouth happily on the bottom of her heart.

The way he narrows his eyes with a neat look everywhere is something that seems to make him feel happy just watching.

Well, Travers still has his stomach torn apart.

"For once, I have a room and a lot of things to offer."

Quite so, but Tuck is actually sleeping in a pretty good room.

In a fuzzy bed, separate bathroom and toilet.

Room service that can be delivered in a single telephone to the treats and teas that are always provided.

However, it is a hotel-like living environment.

Naturally, luxury items were also available in terms of what to wear and food.

That should be it, too, and for Traver, Tuck is more of a guest than a slave.

I took it for granted that you would at least try not to be crippled than you have been in terrible contact with me.

Tuck, asked, looks up in a hazy manner.

Probably concentrated on the treats and hadn't listened.

After thinking about something, I made something like a piece sign with my fingers and stuck it out front.

"Everywhere!!

Traver forced himself to make a smile after he distorted his expression so that he could get a headache.

"Well, that. Tell me as soon as you have something."

Oh, already.

I was wondering if someone could take him to the Agney tribe that he's still running away.

Or do you think you can safely deliver it to Metermagito?

Whatever it is, why don't you do something about it in a peaceful way and in a happy way for Tuck?

So blurred with an extremely small voice, Traver sighed loudly.

I know what a slave trader can do.

On top of being very eloquent, it's a wish I can't even come up with a concrete way to figure out what to do, but it's true.

All you can do for now Traver is wait for your country and its proxy, the nobles, to say something.

"Really, how did this happen?"

"Bullshit? Bullshit?

"Oh, that. Thank you."

Caring for a screaming traver, Tuck handed him a treat.

When Traver receives it with an unspeakable expression, he scowls with a crying face.

Even at times like this, the sweet ones cheered me up a little.

When I look at the wrapping paper, it has the logo "Wood Leak Nippon Pavilion" on it.

Never heard of a manufacturer, but where would it be?

It was a traver that I wondered for a moment, but soon I remembered something more important and exhaled once again.

"This is easier than I thought, isn't it?

In a narrow vent, Pryan Blue caught the edge of his mouth and laughed.

I have already copied the documents and the information obtained in the building has been obtained in advance.

Earlier Traver's extremely small twinkle was also allowed to pick it up properly.

All you have to do is take this information back and consider it and confirm the will of the captive Agney Tuck.

"Let's go home and have some ice cream."

When Pryan Blue moved his body slightly, he extinguished it to blend into the darkness.

For Pryan Blue, who can create many bodies, evacuation is quicker to extinguish than purposefully by foot.

There's nothing left in the vent where Pryan Blue disappeared.

Naturally, I haven't left any evidence of an intrusion.

The only exception was the cookies I had left in a playful way.

Nor does it constitute evidence leading to anything, something that is completely untouched.

Arts and crafts such as following this to lead to some other information are impossible unless they are also angels who reveal their sins.

Suppose something stays.

"Cookies at the Leaky Pavilion are good."

It was about what I thought.