The Marquis’ Eldest Son’s Lascivious Story

As Room-On and Chianes left the mayor's office, I called Tesh to get familiar.

I have plans to go out after this today.

"Boy, I've been contacted by Dran, the slave trader. He says he's ready."

"Okay. Then we're leaving."

Eve's mother, go buy a rave. No, I've already paid, so if I say it correctly, will I take it?

I would not have planned on accepting Ravé until the completion of the renovation of the mayor's mansion if it had been, but the availability of the perverted mansion made it possible to speed it up a little. He is a perverted merchant.

So far, the kinky mansion has Anna and Kohari rooms, as well as Rave rooms.

Since Anna's reception is still scheduled ahead, two of the three rooms will be filled today.

When I think of two beautiful women entering my nest, my penis will harden from now on.

I left the mayor's mansion in the form of a lead by Tesh and got into the carriage that was ready.

Unlike the gorgeous specs I usually ride, this carriage has less decoration than normal specs.

The sight of the mayor visiting the Slave Chamber of Commerce in grandeur was due to his personal feeling that it didn't look very good.

"I told him to clean the building thoroughly."

"Hmm? Oh, okay"

When the carriage started moving, Tesh, who sat in front of my diagonal, said.

The basics are to call out slave traders if you need them. As for Tesh, I guess he doesn't want to take me to a dirty slave shop all over the city, noble me, the man of the Qualdenze family.

"... I want to see something called the Chamber of Commerce that deals with slaves for once."

"How are you?"

Truth be told, this is it.

There are several slave chambers in Newnelly City.

The slave market is much more economical in Newnelly City than in Nambonan City because of my grandfather's war rush, but I've never been in it.

I am a 12-year-old civilian boy when I tour the city with patience, so going to the Slave Chamber is very noticeable. That is not the case for reasons such as the young boy's visit to the slave trade union.

That's why it's more troublesome to visit as a nobleman.

When you go out as the man of the Qualdenze family, you are most welcome by the fact that you are the grandson of General Galphis, who brought a bubble to the slave market in the city of Newnelly, in addition to a large number of gifts, soaked in entertainment, I would love to say hello to your grandfather, etc., and a boring exchange awaits you.

As far as I'm concerned, I've always wanted to see the current state of slavery and the existence of a slave trader, which Japan didn't have in my last life, as close as possible to raw.

The carriage travels slowly through the city and connects to the commercial district.

There were so many lively sights of people going and going out the window that I didn't think we fought the war a very few months ago.

The council of the city of Nambonan has already begun to operate, with merchants discussing post-war measures quickly and a number of new measures being passed.

The city hall agency I conveniently use in my mayoral authority seemed desperate for dynamic and speedy council moves.

Anna said in my arms the other day that an increase in the number of city staff is also being suggested, so all of them will increase.

Moving on for a while it seemed to arrive at the Chamber of Commerce of Destination, and the carriage stopped.

Doran is a slave trader specializing in sexual slavery based in Galliana territory controlled by Viscount Galliana, east of Qualdenze territory.

They say this slave chamber in the city of Nambonan is run by Doran's relatives and is temporarily allowed to rent it as a camp in Ravé. What a profound clan a slave trader by kinship is.

If you look at the sign on the Chamber of Commerce building, it said Gun Oras Chamber of Commerce.

Since the owner of the Gandran Chamber of Commerce is Dolan, the owner of the Gandolas Chamber of Commerce may be named Oras.

Perhaps the letter cancer, which is common to both, bore the ancient word meaning "faithful", "honest", etc.

I sell loyal slaves, I'm an honest merchant, I'm just wondering which meaning I let fulfill.

At least we know from previous correspondence that Dolan is an honest slave trader.

"Ah!"

I'm telling Doran that I'm visiting today.

In the case of the El-O continent, where detailed time designations cannot be made, only a very large number of designations can be made: morning, noon and evening.

I only told them I was going between noon and evening, but apparently I kept my employees waiting at the back door of the building all the time to be able to respond immediately when I got here.

This one is aristocratic, so if you can't worry about that much, you'll be disqualified as a merchant.

Because of the normal-armed carriage, the employee raised his voice late for a moment, but as soon as he noticed this one, he went inside the building.

Apparently, the Gun Olas Chamber of Commerce has a store on the front street side and a hall on the back street side, and the two buildings are connected.

The rectangular building has probably remained intact since the days when the city of Nambonan was under imperial aristocracy, with stone fading to a good feel and a heavy atmosphere.

It would look unpleasant heavy from a human being taken here as a slave. I feel an aura that doesn't allow me to escape.

When I was thinking about it, a total of two men, Doran and a good man, came to the front of the carriage.

Dolan greets him first, and the man who stood beside him starts introducing himself.

"I've been waiting for you. I represent the Gun Olas Chamber of Commerce, my name is Olas"

Apparently, my prediction was clam.

Oras leads me into the hall, through the inside, on the store side, touring the cage that trapped the slaves.

Looking around listening to professional commentary is somewhat like a factory tour and interesting. Perhaps the slaves of those who are being seen are not funny.

I'm glad Olas' commentary was generally easy to understand, but I was concerned about the odd emphasis on running a legitimate business.

"… so all the slaves of our Chamber of Commerce were sourcing from the conflict zones of the free city group, or from the land of fog, and they were never lawless enough to capture the people of Quordenze"

I mean, I guess this is what you wanted to say.

The other day, a perverted merchant had just been executed for enslaving the Qualdenze people. It's not strange to get nervous from a slave trader.

What merchants fear above all else, it is nobility.

Regardless of the merchants who can move around and escape everywhere like pedestrians, most merchants will be rooted in the land.

For such locally close merchants, nobility is an absolute being. Authorities based on the fact that they are protecting the earth in which the people live are terribly strong.

In acting as a merchant, Viscount Galliana had previously said that it was the border between the merchant and the great merchant around the change of the main vigilant opponent from a fellow company to a lord nobleman.

The great merchants are constantly thinking and living about how to protect their assets from the power of the nobility.

Try protecting the remaining assets by contributing large sums of money to the nobility, monopolizing important transactions to make them irreplaceable for the territory, making them harder to be taken away by keeping them in exchange for goods that are difficult to redeem, or investing heavily in cities on borders abandoned by the nobility and where civilians are autonomous and independent.

It is only with the efforts of each and every ordinary citizen that the city of Nambonan has developed one of the best on the continent as a commercial city, but that is not everything. It is only with investments from large merchants from all over the continent who have considered risk diversification.

To the great merchants, the city of Nambonan was like a dream city for a boy, chasing the potential of a new era of property rights.

"You seem to understand the mindset of a slave trader very well. Above all. Encourage them in the future."

"Yes, of course you are"

Olas breathed relief when I showed him that I had done enough because I knew I wasn't doing anything illegal.

The explanations that followed were without strange appeal and understandable.

By the way, they say the merchant's dream about the city of Nambonan is still going on.

I don't know what the hell kind of future you're portraying, but it's a really good thing because thanks to that dream, the city of Nambonan develops and there's more tax revenue going into the Quordenze family.

"I hear there's a lot of war around there."

"Over the past few years, the supply of slaves has been considerably reduced due to the mediation of the ceasefire by St. Navenpos. I envy the merchants of Newnelly City."

Speaking of certain influential beings on the Elo continent, there are places like the Kingdom of Levios, the Jinker En Empire, the Union of Mumshreds, St. Navenpos and, finally, the Union of Rick Arga.

So when it comes to whether all the lands of the continent are divided by these five beings, that is not the case. Rather, a good amount of land floats in the universe.

Entering that blank space is the convenient word for a group of free cities. This is a generic term for something like an aristocratic territory, a decent small state, which does not belong to a country. Because some territories have only one city, it is sometimes referred to as an urban state or an urban state county.

If, for example, the Quordenze family leaves the kingdom, it will be called "Quordenze territory of the group of free cities".

For this reason, a group of free cities is not a single force, but rather a very conflicting existence.

That is why, inevitably, more people are taken prisoner and enslaved.

"Did you?"

"... If the mayor has any trouble handling the humans he's got in the war, he wants to make sure he's available at that time."

Is it the nature of the Nambonan merchant that makes the sale as soon as this one is distracted?

Only my worried father doesn't think I'd send him to a battlefield where he'd face the nobility directly, but if he were to be thrown into battle, he'd have the chance to get a prisoner.

If that happens, if my father or grandfather doesn't support me because I don't have a twat to sell personally, I might ask Oras.

"Well, let's remember"

"Thank you, I'll do my best"

I'll have the Gun Olas Chamber of Commerce put Ravé down, and he'll be attached to my boring play, too, so you can call him in for a quote.

I also have a strong connection to Doran, so I might be able to get in touch with Doran as a priority once he arrives with a good sex slave.

"So, how's Rave doing?

"I'll explain that."

So it was Doran who opened his mouth.

I see. It is true that this purchase and sale was mainly driven by Doran. It would be good to hear from him.

As I urged Doran to continue his conversation, he began to talk about Ravé's condition without even staring.

"...... so these days my diet has also been so debilitating that it doesn't go through my throat"

"Ho."

As we talked about the other day, Dolan and I signed a contract to buy and sell Ravé.

This fact is not communicated to Ravé, who has been given false information that he "has decided to be sold as an army sexual processing officer".

And Dolan and Olas say they're pressuring them by saying things like eating a lot, putting meat on and letting their soldier opponents enjoy themselves with plenty of waving.

Others are kept in a rather tragic environment where there is no tolerance whatsoever for high-pressure treatment or an attitude of blatant contempt.

I still forbid sexual harassment or excessive violence. Why do I have to make the Dorans feel good?

Ravé is desperate for a future that's too dark, and he says he's staying calm all day.

And when he sees an individual customer who came to the Gun Oras Chamber of Commerce, he stares at him with unspeakable eyes.

Maybe someone will buy it, from Doran, a slave pro, who says he figured it out so he could take it in his hands that Ravé was thinking such a convenient thing.

I guess Rave also understands that it would be happier to be an individual semen toilet than just to be an army semen toilet.

"Right..."

"The finishing touches are adequate. It's going to go as planned."

In response to Ravé's broken heart, Doran was proud to have been able to demonstrate his craftsmanship.

When Eve arrived, it was delivered in a very unpleasant state, so maybe he was in an extra mood this time.

Though my instructions made me feel only slightly guilty for making me snag that far, let's just say that in the future I'll make you plenty happy, so it's no problem.

It is all good and a good word if it is over.

"Ravé is away there now"

"Ho."

Doran said, pointing to a building similar to the barn set up in the garden.

And he kneels in front of me, fingers on the floor and continues in a low voice.

"... first, apologize. You may behave rudely to the men of the Qualdenze family."

I've been ready for Rave because of it, and it's just not funny to pick it up normally.

That's why I was thinking about a lot of scenarios and settings and giving them to Dolan. Perform the act properly when picking up.

I'm a nice boy full of justice in the setup, and Doran and Oras are evil slave traders in the con man.

Some words and actions against me would be nasty and inappropriate because they instruct me to act like a dick.

"I don't mind. All disrespect in this case will be disregarded."

Decide to look numb and soak Rave's heart up from the bottom of hell.

The bigger the negative, the stronger the momentum should be when it turns positive.

When I wondered if I could turn that beautiful woman into a thing, my dick, which should have been empty after pouring three shots into Kohari in the morning, would get hard on the bee.