The God has moved to another world.

The business of a slave trader is the business of a human counterpart.

If you're a customer or a human being, the products you deal with are human too.

Naturally, the opportunity to deal with humans is not a ratio of other businesses.

You will be dealing with humans, both during business discussions with customers and during commodity management, even while you are judging books and other documents.

To be honest, for Travers, who aren't very good at dealing with humans, it's a hard job.

In fact, Traver doesn't like this job.

Not so much that I hate it, but I want to do some other work if I can.

If you don't want to be a slave or a customer, I think that's the best way to thank you.

However, I am also well aware that this is not the case.

We have to feed the employees who serve us from generation to generation, and we can't betray the trust of our customers.

Leaving work means that the slaves, who are commodities, also lose their way, and if they do poorly, they lose their lives.

Many of the slaves dealt with are criminal slaves and war slaves, and when slave traders cannot be dealt with, they are often decided to be executed.

Slavery is employed in Bataluda Dide for the reason that it is more beneficial than putting it in prison.

There is little idea that if you can't be a slave, go to jail, etc., and the trend is stronger that if it doesn't help, you kill it.

It is more obvious than seeing fire, such as what happens to slaves with no place to go, because those above countries such as nobility are such a trend as well as with regard to ordinary people.

When that happens, Traver no longer has the option of "quitting the slave trader".

No, no, but whatever, we have to keep doing business.

Perhaps there are a few such, coercive and intimidating things about family business, Traver thinks.

Still, there are races in the world where you can quit your job just because it has nothing to do with you and it's not what you know.

Happy or unhappy, Traver is not the kind of person who can do such things.

That's why it's good for this business.

Traver was told by his predecessor, his father.

I have to do it even if I don't like it, so I try to get the job done for sure as soon as possible.

I think it's troublesome to have a failure, so I do the work with a firm confirmation.

I hate my job too, so I can handle employees who don't like their job well.

A dull spot.

I knew I could never quit my job.

Because I hate it, I spare no effort to reduce the amount of time and hassle involved in my work at all.

Good manipulation of hard-to-handle employees.

And I have the skill and the measure to do them for once.

Isn't there someone better suited for business?

That's exactly what Travers applies to.

That is what the father says.

Though I think it's a traver that I don't know, it's kind of forced on me, etc.

I wonder if my sad father is right. It is true that he thinks he cannot quit this business.

I guess that means at least a few things rather than being forced to do unfit work.

That's how she comforts herself, and Traver manages to continue her family business as a slave trader.

"It's hard if you're doing it, though"

Traver, who had finished the Guest's opponent and had one paragraph of work, was walking towards his room.

This may be misconstrued, but it doesn't mean the job itself is hard.

I consider it a necessary job, at least in today's world, and I am proud of it, and I feel rewarded.

Well, of course I'd like to quit if I could.

Hard means hard relationships.

Traver is not originally good with people.

The more I can, the more I want to live without talking to anyone all day.

If we get married early or have children, or can we just retire?

Thinking about it, it might be a good idea to get married.

For once, there are voices such as friendship, but until now, I have turned it all down because of my busy work.

"Is it, in fact, one of your hands to get married quickly? Ha ha."

Laughing powerlessly, Traver opened his own door.

I went inside, closed the door, and just threw the paperwork I had at the desk.

Traver stiffened his whole body with tension.

Because right next to the door that just came in, I realized there were signs of people.

I didn't feel it at all until just before. It suddenly appeared to creep out.

It was probably noticed that I could even notice a traver that wasn't a way to be smart about those things.

This situation is not very good.

The commercial pattern, a traver rarely but sometimes caught in a rough affair, slowly raised his hands up without making a scene.

"Oh. Are you surprisingly used to it?

"Fast talking and helpful wow"

The voice of a middle-aged and low-minded man and a woman who feels a little younger.

The tone, which seemed casual without tension, instead raised Traver's fear.

This kind of deal is poorer quality.

Travers have built up at work, it's a rule of thumb.

"Well, can you turn around slowly? Keep your hands where they are."

As they say, Traver looks back.

It was still a pair of men and women who were by both sides of the door.

Males wear so-called camouflage clothing with an urban camouflage pattern that seems to be easy to move around.

Travers who were not familiar with military supplies and the like did not know the details, but everything equipped in every part of the body looked authentic.

The knife a man is pointing at Traver is probably something of a common magic weapon that strikes out magic.

It is a type that is often made even with the crystalline magic of the guild and it is difficult to determine in which country it was made just by appearance.

These things are often military goods and should be difficult to obtain in general.

If you're a woman, you're wearing a pantsuit.

It seems to be a sartorial product, and I found it expensive at a glance.

I'm wearing sunglasses, but I'm laughing so plainly and niggly that that doesn't hinder me at all.

It looks light, but of course it's not what it looks like.

He looks sloppy and stands, but he doesn't have enough gaps for Travers to figure out either.

You would be a swordsman to see one sword down your left and right hips at a time.

If you try to run away or resist, you should probably be suppressed in an instant.

If you do poorly, you might get stabbed in the thighs and arms.

Traver didn't think, he shivered.

"Don't be so nervous. Because I'm just here to talk to you peacefully today. You mean talk to me, talk to me?

When a man shrugs his shoulder, the woman nods loudly.

Apparently, it's not like picking things up.

Traver's room is in the corner of his building.

The commercial pattern, the security is quite strict because people and money are sparingly attached to it.

Nonetheless, these two are in this place now.

You'd be quite skilled, and you wouldn't have to show yourself in front of Traver if you were looking for gold.

You don't have to, you're supposed to break in here unknowingly and leave before you realize it at all.

"When it comes to consultation, what is it?"

"I think I'm pretty sure I'm guessing. It's about the Agnies."

It was a traver I asked for once, but what I returned was the answer I expected.

If I had anything to do with anything other than the gold eye thing, it would still be there.

The problem is who they are.

There will be no such thing as Metermagito.

That country doesn't do this roundabout way.

They should be pushing in from the front with a lot of fire.

It's around Stenglaire that I'm likely to do this, but I don't hear about that country collecting agneys.

Of course, it may be moving under the water.

The Agnies are now the focus of attention.

There are as many countries as there are likely to be.

It was a traver to wonder where the hell it was, but what was then told was an unexpected word.

"You can hire me from the Agney village. I got Mr. Tuck back. I don't care."

Traver looked out for him unexpectedly.

I know that the race that captured my people will try to help it out.

However, I do not believe that the Agney tribe as it stands, which would be scattered, has the means to carry it out.

I was hired by the Agney tribe, which is a bluff, and I fear it's a completely different group.

So it's also a question of what the intent was to call yourself "employed by the Agney tribe".

A woman threw something she pulled out of her nostalgia more at a traver she was unable to judge.

Travers, who received it reflexively, bewildered to see what was in their hands.

It was like a document in a thin case.

"You won't believe it. Look at that."

As they say, Traver drops his eyes on the paperwork.

Written there were texts written in oily crayons and blurry colored lines.

Partly, there are parts that pinch the paper so that it can't be read.

The content is as follows:

Gotcha, Agunny, back up.

If there's one thing I want you to find and do, I want you to find it.

Cocksucker

Eltovael

The last sentence written, only the name, was written in a pen, not a crayon.

And that was the biggest problem.

Completely collapsed, just a collection of lines or something that just looks like child graffiti.

But the moment he saw it, Traver could certainly read it.

It was a traver perplexing as to what the hell it meant, but after a few seconds of thinking, I finally remembered.

This is an angel's signature.

It is written when angels confirm the content and prove it, such as mediation texts between nations.

This cannot be forged by man, and it is not uncommon for angels to participate in negotiating places between nations. It can be said that there is nothing more to prove what has been written in this world.

"Where I'm hiding it, it says the name of our organization or something. I was wondering if you wanted to know about it."

Traver nodded at high speed to the words of a man shrugging his shoulders.

If you know too much, there's not a lot going on.

I don't know, there are things in the world that you can pass without knowing, even if you suspect.

It is also common that it is more convenient as a position.

As long as we find out what they're saying is true, any further information could be fatal.

Or the very information that the Agney are asking someone to recapture their people, you can say it's a pretty dangerous thing.

If the angels approve of it, it is even more so.

"Ah. Hold my head."

The woman who was watching Traver laughs more funny.

As I walked out, I opened the refrigerator I had installed in the room.

A man turns to a woman who starts looking inside, naturally.

"At least say no and then fish."

"Hey, I got a cute throat. Oh, you have beer. Can I have this?

"Ah, go ahead."

Something I was going to drink after work, but now I didn't care about that stuff.

Rather, Traver has barely been drinking since keeping Agney's tuck.

Because drinking doesn't make you properly drunk.

If you're feeling too high, you're the one who can't get drunk.

"I'm sorry, something. Freeman."

"Oh, no. Never mind."

"So, Agney's Tuck, it's about you. As it is there, I wish I could take you. I was hoping to talk to you a little bit about how to do that."

"Huh."

I replied like I was out of my mind, Traver, but I wouldn't be able to.

We're talking about stealing goods from people who steal them.

"No? I was wondering if Mr. Traver would be happier with that, too. It's too much, isn't it? Blah blah."

Exactly.

I want to let go immediately if I can.

However, it is not that easy in relation to the management given to you by the nobles of your country.

"In fact, it's like they're grabbing a trap from above. Sora, if you can do one thing or another, it's the humans you want to do something about."

A woman says more with a beer, but also laughs with pleasure.

Apparently, the traver side situation is being roughly grasped.

If there's only one arm here that can easily break in, then maybe it's natural.

"With the client's intentions, too. I wish I could get it back in a way that's not bad for nerds. So I came here to talk to you."

Depending on the content, it's a story I don't even wish for Traver.

If we can send Tuck back to his people with a little less damage, that would be great for Traver.

"Is there a specific way?

To Traver's words, the man smiled and nodded.

"Well. But before that."

That's what men say, they turn their faces to women.

"Do you still have a beer?

"Hmm? Looks like there is."

The said woman peered inside the fridge to make sure.

Soon, there are several beer bottles lined up on the table thinking that they have been emptied.

They were drinking on their own without saying no.

"Seriously? Can I have it later?

"Ah, go ahead."

Are you sure you're okay? It was a traver that made me nervous.

Returning to the Safe House, Sergei decided to quickly gather everyone together to give an account of his future actions.

By the way, Pryan Blue, who was infiltrating the slave traders with him, has already started drinking a cup, apparently not enough.

No one in particular complained because I would work for once even with this.

As long as you are capable and do your job, that's fine.

Mercenaries are, in a way, a very white place to work.

"Well, that's why. Change of plans. Well."

Sergei declares in a really light way.

Only Carin was clearly upset while most things showed no particular reaction either.

Seeing Carin with a bright blue face, Sergei laughs funny.

"What's the matter, Mr. Carin? Such a blue face."

"No, that. I wondered if it would be that easy to change."

So far, I've had many meetings.

I even came to the point where I was equipped and all I had to do was fine-tune it and execute it.

Changing it seemed disturbing to Carin.

Sergei shrugged her shoulders and laughed, knowing or not Carin's mood like that.

"I can't believe things change when I do this business all the time. We have to do this on an ad hoc basis. It's difficult to wait until we can move as planned or to pull back and see what's going on."

Anyway, this is another country.

Sergei and the others are in a position to trespass, and we can't be too slow.

Time is also set because there are plans for the ship to return.

I have to change the operation to help Agney more than I can change that one.

"And when you say change, it's not that big of a deal. Because the details change a bit.

"Hey, are you?"

That's what I heard. Carin showed some relief.

When Sergei laughs with pleasure, he just starts explaining things like that.

The general content is as follows:

First, launch a disguised attack on Traver's slave traders.

It deliberately fails and leaves traces like an attempt to recapture Agney.

I will cry to the nobility that Traver has delivered Agney, and I will direct him to keep it.

The nobility has a villa in the suburbs and will probably transfer Agney there.

Just out of the crowded city centre, slap the transport car.

"It's more or less like that in a big mess."

"Mr. Tuck asked me not to bother you just to be Mr. Traver."

Those are the wind hicks.

Agney, who is caught, and Funghiko, who met Tuck in person, had also heard requests.

With that in mind, we're going to change the operation.

Sergei and Pryan Blue went to break in this time to prepare under.

"Agney's transport will be arranged by the nineteen eighty-nine nobles. If we finish handing them over in the slaver's building, we'll be out of hand."

"Are you going to slap me on the move! It's going to be something inside!

Mizuhiko, who was sitting next to Gate Soil, laughing with pleasure, wrinkled between her brows and slapped her neck.

"It's bad luck to follow you around."

"I think it would be more convenient for you over here. There will be fewer people on the move. It's easier to have a smaller number, even if it's a little tricky, than to get into a lot of places."

Sergei told me, Mizuhiko nodded so much that he would be.

Indeed, there will be fewer people to deal with attacking a moving building than there are in the whole city, where security would strike a heavily guarded building.

The quality of soldiers and others in security may be higher there, but in the sense of the quality of each and every one of them, this one has not lost either.

Instead, he would be winning for sure.

Given the high number of opponents and anxiety factors such as the fact that they will be fleeing all over the city with many people, I see it seems easier to target them on the move.

"Well, it's not that complicated to do. It's hardly going to change your preparation, and it's going to be easy."

Fished by Sergei laughing that way, Pryan Blue and Gate Soil also laughed.

But some of them have a sly blue face.

Needless to say, it's Carin.

"You're totally different from what you do!

"Daij-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu. Don't panic. Don't panic."

Sergei says how easygoing he is, but Carin's expression didn't clear at all.

Still, it doesn't change what you have to do.

"So shall we pack the details?

Carin was sitting in a good mood as the discussion just started.

Before Carin like that, something gets poked at.

It's milky. It's ice candy with a stick.

Its owner is Dillough, who looks slightly worried.

"Want some?"

"Oh, thank you."

Dilloud pounds Carin's shoulder when she receives the ice cream.

"Life, it's easier to get flushed."

"Huh."

This can't be happening.

Carin, who had not spoken to him, but had listened to some of Delaud's circumstances, so firmly swore to his heart.