The Last Surviving Alchemist Wants to Live Quietly in the City

(criminal slave, lifelong slave......... but, you're human, right?

Even in defensive cities, stories such as' exorcised bandits' were often heard. I understand that exorcised means murdered. It was rather advisable to defend one's life by force against a man who threatened his property by force. Because if you miss it, there will only be more victims.

Mariella feels really uncomfortable with people being treated like livestock, even though she knows it by her head.

(The danger was just not familiar.

Those who are targeted by bandits have just the assets to target, and those who pass through the bandit's territory.

Those who seek honor or wealth that are strong in vanity and do not fit their length are susceptible to crime, and crime is susceptible to occurrence around such things.

Mariella didn't have the most wealth to eat, and she didn't get anywhere dangerous. He hoped to live quietly in the Devil's Forest without vanity or anything. A poor, peaceful and safe life was Mariella's daily routine. So I don't understand if I see a slave being tested in front of me and know with my head that it's a natural treatment.

Mariella felt that this' incomprehensible 'situation was dangerous.

(Potion………)

The items sold at the outdoor shops in the labyrinth city seemed to be higher than in the defensive city, but the value was less than 200 times higher. More importantly, I didn't see the potion itself at all, and instead, 'drugs' were sold. There is no doubt that the potion is valuable. Mariella used it cheaply and sold it again.

(I want information. We need an ally who won't betray us.

The city has predictions. I just don't have any certainty. Mariella came here and gradually felt a strong impatience.

While doing so, it appears that the product (Drei) has been inspected.

Captain Dick seems to have started a business meeting with Raymond, the representative of the Chamber of Commerce who received the inspection ledger.

It doesn't seem to be folding at all, moving to the rear of the male slave.

"There will be no big silver coin 2, if you don't get 10, you won't make a profit.

Cotter the magic of life "hearing ears" and pick up the conversation.

This magic of the wind attribute, which picks up rumours around the city, the sound of beasts in the woods, etc., blocks it when there are walls and other shields even though the range of validity is narrow, it only has the effect of life magic, but it successfully picked up the conversation between Captain Dick and Raymond.

"Even if that's the case, I can't seem to move my right hand or my left foot, so I don't have a buyer."

He's rubbing it because of the guy who grabbed his hair and was poked around.

"The meat walls of the labyrinth, in the mines, but you can use them."

"With this leg, you can't follow the adventurer, and with this hand, you can't sift the tsuruhashi.

"One eye is that, but I have a pretty neat face. Some would prefer these people, wouldn't they?

"Are you a male prostitute? Sure, some favorites prefer deformities, but they're over twenty years old at the same time, so hey. Too many tows."

Meat walls, mines, missing male prostitutes... they say you can't even make the worst choice you can possibly think of, and the man is gushing and trembling.

The leaner body than anyone else is all over the soil because of falling wet, and the dim gray hair sticks to his face, miserable and pathetic.

"I brought their references and bought them."

"We do have all five as ordered, but don't move. Let's be defective as a product, shall we?

It's hard to say, but didn't they sell you well hiding that you wouldn't move?

"... there is no big silver 2. At least 5......"

"This one, too, has been carried on purpose, so we are trying our best not to buy it if it were meant to be. Because it is a product that may not cost the buyer.

(Captain Dick, negotiations are weak!

Even though Captain Dick of Kowamote is negotiating intimidating and quite outrageous, Raymond of the Dray merchant doesn't seem to fit in.

Deputy Marlow has a look like, "Are you used to it?"

(I mean, isn't this a chance?

Any slave follows his master's life. Because I bind them with slave magic.

I hear that the strength of slave magic is the strength of compulsion, which changes with the amount of debt and the weight of sin.

(That guy, criminal slave or permanent slave.

He will stay on my side until I die. Until death.............

Usually, I would have thought what a lousy idea it was to redeem your allies with gold. They may have alienated people who fall into criminal or lifelong slavery if they were not decent. I must have mocked myself for feeling weak, feeling sorry for a man in a desperate situation, but feeling superior at the same time and drunk about the omnipotence that soothes a helpless man. Instead of feeding one person, even your own progress is at stake.

But for Mariella, the fear of stampede, imminent death, was remembered like it was yesterday, and the unmeshing exchanges since she woke up and the transformation of the city had taken away her chilling thoughts. Above all, the soaring potion price had made Mariella feel a strong rush.

"I will buy it for 5 large silver coins!

When I realized it, I was screaming. Both Captain Dick and Deputy Marlow look at Raymond, the clerks, and even the slaves in line. Gather your gaze and your face gets kah hot.

Shit, I don't know what to do, that emotion goes around, but on the other side of Captain Dick, I noticed a gray-haired man looking at this one. The right half of his face could not be seen hiding in his hair, but his left eye had a deep pale color.

"I needed a slave. I don't have many hands, but I have 5 large silver coins!

Something was just momentum. There is no such word as negotiation.

"Pu."

It was Deputy Marlow who broke the silence.

(Is that it? Something made me laugh!? Why?)

"Then he will sell Mr. Mariella two large silver coins.

"What…………?

Captain Dick shouts out in surprise.

Both Captain Dick and slaver Raymond look at Mariel and his deputy Marlow for responding to the negotiations, who have suddenly broken into them with a pompous mouth. with the two men on their asses that remained solidified, Deputy Marlow,

"Earlier, you said it could be a loss. That's what this lady will take care of. I don't know, contract costs don't mean services.

And so on and so on and so on and so on. A strange little girl told him to do his job for free, and to Raymond, who tried to reboot, Deputy Marlow said much closer,

"I think you and she will probably be going out for a long time.

whispered. When Raymond heard it, after a short meditation, hit the sales smile,

"We're sorry to show you the ugly part.

As long as your daughter's suggestion is appreciated, even for us, we will serve as Deputy Captain Mulroe says for the contract.

I answered.

"Huh? Big silver 2......?

From Captain Dick, who remained solidified by leaving it behind, Deputy Marlow took a glimpse of the quote and thought papers.

"And then..., yeah, this amount is fine. Are you sure about this? Captain?"

And I just put together a business meeting.

Captain Dick, who gradually restarted, signed the paperwork prepared by the bookkeeper and began discussing payment methods. There is no way to get angry at Deputy Marlow for his intrusion into the conversation or for putting together a business meeting of his own.

When Mariella finished paying Deputy Marlow two large silver coins, she was called out, "I'm ready for the contract," she said.

Soon there was a desk and a fire bowl with a few things like a fire stick in it, and the slaves whose deal was over were aligned in a position where the fire bowl could be seen.

Raymond turns the books and reads the contents.

"Now, the man, is his name Siegmund? You said you injured your husband's son during debt slavery and fell into criminal slavery.

Siegmund, a grey-haired man pulled up in front of a firebowl, shook his body victoriously,

"Chi... Chi..."

and leaked the word for the first time.

"That's what you all say. Especially if you look at this."

A clerk-like man holding back in front of a firebowl lifts a bottle of chopsticks.

It was not a chopstick but a burnt mark carved with a fine pattern, as big as Mariella's palm.

Huh.

Slowly move the baking mark to show the breathtaking Siegmund, no, to the other slaves.

"If you're an obedient slave, you don't need a big mark from now on...

Don't pay your debts! While in debt slavery! Of my husband to serve! Even if it cost you your life, it's for your precious son to protect! Injuries, etc!

Raymond intensifies his tone every word, and Siegmund bites his lips off.

"There is no way that someone with such a heart can serve a kind lady satisfactorily.

With the power of the contract, you can make strong corrections, gradually, and serve on your side. As small as this is, I think, huh?

(I'm sorry during my brainwashing education...)

From behind the slave trader, Mariella approached Tototo and the fire bowl,

"I like this.

and specified the smallest baking mark. Size is about as good as I made a circle with my thumb and index finger. It is just the size of a large silver coin.

I'm scared that Raymond's face, who turned around, wasn't laughing.

(I'm going to do it for free, so I'm going to ask you to cooperate.)

"My eyes, my hands, my legs are crippled. I think this is fine.

Mariella makes me laugh.

Siegmund is already weak. If they press such a big burn mark in a state like a corpse, that could just shock them to death. In the first place, as long as you tell me the status quo and later even keep Mariela's secret, I'm not going to give orders that Siegmund doesn't like so much that I have to tie her up with such a big, strong contract.

Siegmund stares at Mariella, not Raymond or the baking mark. I don't hate those deep pale eyes. Mariella stares at Raymond, not knowing who Siegmund is, but never letting him push such a big baking mark.

"Oh, how merciful!

Raymond turns to Siegmund, no, the slaves, and the push continues to be pointless.

"Always thank your benevolent master! The pleasure of obeying orders!

Know that dedicating up to a drop of flesh, such as yours, is not enough to reward you!

Raymond starts chanting with his voice up.

It's worth less than dirt!

The magic of earthly attributes dwells on Mariella's indicated baking mark and glows dull.

Blood tide runs for my husband!

Water attributes gather in the cup placed on the desk, and water overflows from the cup and drips off the desk as well.

"Thoughts of devotion blow for my husband."

wind attribute magic forces gathered around the firebowl, vortexed in a spiral,

Know your husband will burn for you!

The fire bowl was joined by the magic of the fire attribute, and the fire column went up all at once.

None of them create a truly majestic atmosphere by incorporating chants into theatrical rhetoric and combining visual effects, although they are not as powerful magic as borrowing the power of the Spirit. It also increases the effectiveness of the surgical ceremony by appealing psychologically and directing thoughts into a form that is easy to tie with surgery.

Raymond's manoeuvres are quite considerable, and his understanding of people's minds and procedures seems to be a definite one.

Raymond stands in front of Siegmund as he grabs a red-hot baking mark while he looks at it.

It's like a piece of religious ritual.

The lower men at the mall grab Siegmund's arms and let him sit on his knees.

Siegmund does not resist and stares at the baking mark.

You, Siegmund! Obey from your soul!

On the floating chest of the abrasive, the baking mark is pressed.

Joo, there is a noise and an unpleasant smell of cooking meat.

Siegmund eats up his teeth and doesn't leak groans.

Urged by the clerk who refrains on his side, he drains Mariella's blood into the cup on the desk.

The cup contains something like water gushing out of an earlier chant, mixed with soothing blood.

When Raymond received the cup, one of the youngest men holding Siegmund open his mouth.

Bring thy Lord unto thee!

Pour the contents of the cup into your mouth. He grabbed his jaw and let it swallow without allowing him to zero a drop.

The magic of the four attributes combines in the body of Siegmund, and the surgical ceremony is bound.

The magic formation of the pressed baking mark glowed thinly, and slave magic engraved all over Siegmund's body.

This is where the contract came in!

The chant ends and the servitude contract is completed. He stared at Mariella with the effect of the surgery or Siegmund's pale eyes blinding.

"Let's go to the inn."

While the contract was in place, Lynx and Eurike were waiting with Raptor.

The six Raptors are already connected to the Iron Carriage, and Eurike passes the two handouts to Captain Dick and Deputy Marlow before boarding the front armored carriage passenger table.

"It's loaded on the carrier. I got in. I got in.

The other crew put Siegmund on the leading carrier and shut the door.

Mariella gets into Siegmund's armored carriage talap by saying thank you to Raymond for the apology and servitude contract that interrupted the business.

"No, it was a really good time.

The other slaves who were able to visit the covenant ritual when they arrived will do their best to serve a good master.

I look forward to seeing you again.

And Raymond dropped me off in a good mood.

The Black Iron Transport Squad runs through the Devil's Forest day and night for three days. In the meantime, they are pushed into a carpet filling on a dark carrier with only a small ventilated window, where they cannot be fed enough food or lay down. He is attacked by demons many times along the way. A constant howl of demons heard in the darkness of the carrier. The carriage swayed at the demonic attack, and the armor under the fangs and nails made a galloping noise.

In the terror of death and the fiercely rocking carriage, they would have drained their spirit and strength to their limits. Seeing that ritualized covenant in extreme conditions, where we reached the merchant hall and liberated ourselves from fear and lack of sleep and nourishment, the eulogy to the Lord would have been deeply imprinted in consciousness.

The value of criminal or lifelong slavery is low. It was established that he would continue to live in a hostile environment where there was no guarantee of his life. We are all pessimistic about life, and we don't have the strength or the willingness. I will not move to the benefit of the Lord merely by obeying orders at a minimum. From the buyer's point of view, it can be said that they have no use other than to crush it.

If you saw this ritual and became somewhat predominantly obedient to me, it would benefit Raymond as a good commodity.

(Master Marlow is the one who can't eat. I'm not sure I'm going to be seeing that girl for a long time...)

Raymond walked out to the store when he instructed his men to report on the merchandise later.