The Skill Collector

"It's raining badly."

I heard that there were villages created by immigrants coming from neighbouring countries and encountered heavy rains as they were on their way for new skills.

It rains so much that the tip of the reached hand is invisible that it escapes into a simple resting place built along the street and is stopped until the rain stops.

There's just a roof and four columns, but they're big enough, and if there's about two carriages in this, they're going to be parked in parallel.

There was nothing I could do about it in such a hurry that I was allowed to use the stone shavings installed in the corner of the berth and decided to cook lunch.

Earlier on, I had something that had a huge beast tailored and drained blood, but it would be impossible to eat it alone because it was a pretty big guy.

Can you activate the 'Big Eat' skill to eat here? If you use this, you can eat a significant amount, so do you want to hold a BBQ festival on your own?

Remove your favorite frying pan from the backpack. Actually, it looks like a frying pan. It's a great relic. Excellent product that easily removes dirt by simply flushing it with water because the ingredients are not creepy without deterioration.

In addition to that, I used my "cooking" skills to pre-produce anything with this sauce of grilled meat.

When I treated all the meat and all I had to do was cook it, it got lost in the rain noise from afar, and the sound of the horse's feet flowed.

"Is it one with two heads up? That's a pretty big carriage."

'Listening ear' tells us what the subject is just the sound.

I'm often a merchant or an adventurer when I encounter them on these streets, but rarely do I meet villagers who are moving or... bandits or something like that.

"For once, let's be vigilant"

Switch your skills to a combat system and start cooking meat while pretending not to notice.

I saw a carriage across the rain. Pretty big carrier for two well-bodied horses. There were products lined up there - I feel terrible.

There is a huge cage (discharge), and beyond the iron plaid, a woman and child sit out in crude clothing. Collars are wrapped around the neck like livestock, and people's eyes are vain and unpleasant.

There's no mistake in that line of merchants - slave merchants.

"Fu-ha. It rained suddenly. Excuse me, sir."

A little fat man ran into the berth. You've got three tough men with you.

Examining the guard-like men in "Appraisal," they had full combat skills. I have one skill I care about, but wouldn't it be surprising if you were a slave trader?

"Rain is troubling, isn't it? If you like, hit the fire. All of you."

I move from the front to the crude desk with a frying pan.

I decided to put a frying pan there to eat.

"Thank you, with what my body was chilling out. These guys are fine. It's my job to be patient."

That's what the slave traders are monopolizing before the fire.

The escorts remained standing still. My gaze is on my grilled meat.

I was expecting this guy to do this. The men in the escort are the same as the women and children in the cage... slaves.

I saw the skill 'Slave Contract' that existed in common with them when I examined the skill.

'Slavery Contract' is not exactly a skill, it's magic. As a result of contract magic, a 'slave contract' was attached to a skill slot, people become slaves.

The worst magic is that if you don't have a vacancy in your skill slot, it will be overwritten by one of your skills.

Unhappily, the Slavery Pact has something similar to my Buying and Selling. Contract magic is also not concluded unless the other party acknowledges it. Reluctantly, they need their permission.

The effect of the 'Slavery Contract' can never harm the contractor, and the tattoo evil of severe pain running all over his body if he does not obey orders.

A slave trader must have bought people who had some kind of situation and had no choice but to sell themselves.

There is no legal problem with the trafficking of slaves because the state admits it, but it would be a lie to say that you have no aversion to buying or selling humans.

"No, it's very helpful to have tons of slaves purchased. You look like a demon."

A slave trader cheerfully talks with a full dirty grin about what's fun. I'm really someone I don't even want to have a conversation with, but I activate 'acting' because it could also get valuable information.

"What is the demon... is something wrong?

"Yeah, there was a vicious demon raging near here. The neighboring villages were attacked. The village is devastated. Crops are wiped out. So the only way to sell them is to sell them, and this is how they got good slaves."

I'm proud of you, but it's just offensive if you're listening.

I have no right to do this to them who have sold themselves to live. It is possible to take it forcefully, but a slave trader is often connected behind the powerful. If you do poorly, you can turn the country against the enemy.

"By the way, that meat..."

"It's the beast I just planted. I was just thinking about eating as much as I could and smoking the rest because I just let it rot."

I know you have the eyes you want, but I answer softly.

The smell of the roasted meat is stimulating your appetite, and the faces in the cage are staring at us.

"What do you think? Could you sell that meat? I never had a chance to eat fresh meat."

"I don't mind that. Because there are a lot of them. Will you feed the slaves, too?

"No way. I'll keep them dry."

Don't give me the answers I expected. Many people do not regard slavery as a person.

The only way to extinguish the 'slave contract' is to ask the person who entered into the contract to cancel the consideration, which is basically untouchable.

Even though slaves are guaranteed a minimum of human rights, such things are prebuilt. Because people who respect human rights don't buy slaves in the first place.

Although some strange people rarely buy slaves and let them live in a crowd.

"Then let's sell you what you eat. May I give you the leftover meat from me?

A slave trader frowns at my suggestion.

You don't look good. It would sound like you're saying you don't darkly discriminate against slaves.

"What, are you a slave opponent?

Making a bad impression here is not a good idea. Because it's a legally permissible job, you think there's no blame...

"No. The slave trade is a recognized business in the country. You can't blame me for being a merchant."

"So why?

"When you're a pedestrian, the most important thing is… information. And delicious dishes to smooth your mouth slip. That's my idea."

"I see, I see. You mean have mercy here and get valuable information. If that's the case, you can do what you want. Because I'm going to be able to afford food."

Since permission has also been obtained, the meat will be mass-produced soaked in a special sauce. The other kamado also seems to have cooked the pre-prepared rice, so stir and steam for a while.

In total, there are nearly ten people, so I don't have enough dishes. When I borrow a dish from the merchant, I gently wash it, then serve the rice there and place the freshly baked meat on top of it.

I handed it out to all the slaves and escorts in the cage.

I was wary at first, but a child who lost his appetite eats up on meat.

"Yeah, yeah! This is so good!

The delightful voice of the child hung up and the slaves began eating.

"Kuha, I've never eaten in a village like this."

"Wow, wow, it's really delicious..."

The expression that was stained with despair only softens a little.

It didn't seem a mistake to have a treat.

Anticipating when I had finished eating, I spoke to the woman in the cage.

"Hello, can I talk to you for a second?

"Yes. Thank you for a delicious meal."

It's not enough to be grounded, but revealing emotion so far is how terrible life has been so far... I'll see.

"The demons are raging," he said.

"Yes, it was a peaceful village until recently, when demons suddenly began to push toward the village. That's just an intermediate class demon, too. I had managed to resist, but that too..."

The demon that suddenly became active? I have a verse that comes to mind, so why don't you ask me some more details?

"By the way, where is the village?

Take out a map that also says your place name and attraction and ask them to tell you where the village is located.

The place she held down with her fingers - was near the mountain where the incompetent old man lived.

Again? Thanks to his daily crusade, the intermediate demons never went down the mountain, but there was no one to disturb them and the demons ravaged.

That mountain is in an important position connected to the area where the demons live. Being incompetent, he acted as a gatekeeper indefinitely. You mean.

As it turned out, a lot of people were being helped by him. I was more than happy to find that out.

Next time, let's take this story to the grave for a handicraft, not in his place but after a demonic crusade.

Listening to more details, a lord and slave trader appeared where demons attacked and devastated him, and he was forced to pay taxes earlier than usual. If they can't do that, they'll all be punished, so they offered themselves that.

That's an overdone story. I'm sure the lords and merchants are connected, but that's why there's nothing we can do without proof.

I feel like helping you. Villagers he has protected, albeit indirectly. I can't overlook being unhappy as a friend. I'd like to do something about it, even if it's called hypocrisy.

I wanted to get information about them first, so when I checked the skills of the slave traders, I saw the skills of 'greed', 'lust' and 'gold lust'. That was a terrible combination.

No skill exists that can control it like a priest. I'm not willing to say skill is everything, but if anyone could have a decent life with this skill composition and level, that wouldn't be people anymore.

I've checked the skills of a major criminal who was said to be a very bad guy in public executions, but with skills and levels similar to that one. It's no surprise you're flat out committing criminal acts.

But this is just speculation. It also leaves open the possibility that we are crossing critical lines in compliance with the law.

Here's one, why don't you give it a try?

"No, I'm full. If these guys eat all this good too, they won't be remembered as people anymore. You can work hard as a slave! hahahaha"

He's laughing heavily as he rocks his lazy cheek meat.

When I was younger, I might have sued violence without question. That's how uncomfortable a man is.

"If you were happy, as long as you were happy. Yeah, why don't you take a look at the product for a while after dinner, if you don't mind? As a merchant, I'd like to hear your opinions."

"Yeah, definitely. I was interested in what kind of business they were doing."

Making such a suggestion at a neat time after meals, I came on a light ride.

From the backpack I had placed on the ground, take out the two magic items and arrange them on my desk.

"Is this an accessory and a magic prop?

"This necklace is also a magic prop. This, when applied to the neck, can inhibit 'appraisal'. Recommended for people who want to keep their skills secret."

"Whoa! Isn't this a very good product! By the way, how much is it?

You're eating up. If you're a slave trader who owns more than one skill full of greed, I thought you'd want it.

A lot of people would actually want this product. Though not many people can activate 'appraisal' skills, many wish to hide their skills. The powerful, of course, expect to want them, regardless of their position, such as adventurers, merchants or clergy.

"This is quite expensive. Shall I just say that the price of all the slaves here is slightly over and above"

"Oh, not so much"

"... we're just talking here. No need to say anything else, please. This delicacy is a great relic."

When I punched him in the ear, he opened his eyes to the point where his eyeballs were about to fade away.

He stares at the magic prop, and the next time he sees me, now he thinks with his eyes on the slave of the escort.

"Is this a great relic? But the proof that it's real."

"That's right. Naturally suspected. I won't reveal where I got it, but I plan to accompany you with 'appraisal' skills when selling this product."

"Well, you'll find out by your skills."

My confidence seems to have diminished my suspicion of the necklace, and I observe it more enthusiastically than I just did.

By the way, this and the other item is purchased from Ariaria in Automata.

Apparently, it was just before the money ran out for the demon cultivation costs, and when I held up the buyout story, an immediate business deal was concluded.

I also considered why that combination was fostering demons, depending on their content, which could be hostile, but I decided to listen to the answer and leave it alone.

Therapy is "demons are cute, aren't they?" pet feeling.

Aria said, "It's like an instinct that was input to me. Because it was made for the purpose of raising demons," he said.

There is no guarantee that I am not lying, but turning Ariaria around on the enemy is not a good idea, so now I have decided to believe unconditionally.... in front of the building.

"Now, would you like to see another item as well? It's a great relic, too."

"Be sure, be sure!

The giraffed and greasy face has a palpable look stained with desire.

I'm on my own to get excited, but I hope you don't get stuck and exhale rough.

"So this is the product. At first glance, it fits perfectly in the palm of your hand, it just looks like a cylinder, but it's actually this… it's possible to seal the scene in a cylinder."

"Ho, ho?

I'm trying to impress you, but you don't seem to understand.

The guard who was listening in the back also looks difficult.

"It's actually quicker for you to see it than to explain it with your mouth. Press this protrusion to reveal the sight I made you remember in the city"

Take the magic prop and point the tip of the cylinder at the desk. Pressing the protrusion, light was emitted from the cylinder, reflecting the sight of the city on the surface of the desk.

Chaili poses with Sumire, who is illuminated by witchcraft pointing at her inn. I walk out of there and reflect the streets.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! What a wonderful magic trick! This is a product too, isn't it!

"Yes, the price is three times the price of the earlier item."

"Really? No, of course not."

Seems discouraged to hear the price, but at the same time impressed.

I understand the value of things and don't touch them, but I don't look close and try to keep my eyes off the magic props.

"And well, we deal with the" Great Relics "found in the ruins and the depths of the secret borders. How was it?

"It was eye blessing. Hey, all I can say is thank you for letting me see so much stuff. Hey, I'm gonna give you a map of our store."

One of the escorts ordered by the slave traders brought a piece of paper from the carrier.

A brief map of the capital is surrounded by red circles. Is this the man's shop?

"When you need a slave, be sure to come to our store. This is also on the edge of something, we will serve you."

Have you been flattered with rubbing hands? Looks like you decided I was going to have the money.

A merchant would instantly understand how much my magic props are worth.

He seems desperate to get a connection with me, and he's been talking to me ever since. Soon the expensive liquor that the slave traders had in their hands will be drunk up as recommended but still.

"No, that's a good drink! One more drink."

I've been drinking 10 cups lightly, but it's a tasty drink. It seems easy to drink and has a high degree.

Ten more drinks made me sleepy, so I turned it down and decided to sleep in the corner of the rest stop.

"Don't worry, I'll wake you when the rain stops"

"Regards"

I closed my eyelids so I could take it to my backpack.

"You'll be fine now. Look for his skill certificate. Bring your backpack over here."

There is a voice from which the slave trader orders the escort.

My body wandered off and I pulled out the skill certificate I had in my pants pocket.

The body is gently put to sleep on the ground and the backpack that was on his back is carried away.

"Give it to me quickly, curse!

Somebody got beat up. There's a blow noise. A slave trader must have hit him.

"Does this guy have an 'appraisal'? And then" calculation "in" listening ear "? And 'strength', he's like a man born to be a pedestrian. Aren't they just skills that aren't even interesting?"

People's skill certificates cannot be seen by others unless the person concerned gives permission, but I guess they use some illegal means.

Illegal magic equipment that can read the letters of someone else's skill certificate without permission seems to be selling well in the industry behind it. This man would have it.

"In the bag is one of the demonic props from earlier and an outdoor necessity. Hey, where did the other cylindrical demon prop go! Find out if you fell anywhere near it! You kill this guy, chop him up, feed him demons. People like me deserve precious things like this!

It helps to be an easy villain to understand.

I guess he even put sleeping pills in that booze. Guess you assume I won't wake up asleep. There is no way it works even though it has' abnormal state resistance '.

"What are you doing, just kill him!

"But killing innocent merchants is a problem."

"What is it that slaves answer to the Lord! Get out of here! There's no next time!

Are you yelling at the guards who are reluctant to kill me?

Thanks for the crisp scum. I won't have to shy away from this one either.

"Yes, good morning"

"Become," he leaked as he greeted the guard who was waving his sword up in tandem.

If you still didn't follow orders, did you brace your belly that your life would be in danger, "I'm sorry!," he said with words of apology and waved down his sword.

When I pinched the blade with my index and middle fingers and took it, I twisted it gently and took the sword away.

"Isn't it a little too drastic to wake you up?

Smile calmly watching the escort and the slave trader and activate 'Intimidation'.

Has the escort laid a retreating sword, and the slave trader retreated to near the cage with his buttocks on?

"Xama, I wasn't asleep!

"Yes, it's a little strong for alcohol and sleeping pills, and you can't get drunk about that."

Make a big stretch and play flexible gymnastics on the spot.

I wake up with a stiff body, so it's important to leave it loose enough this way.

"Were you listening? Then you don't have to keep him alive!

"No, no, you were willing to kill me from the beginning."

"Shut up! You guys, kill him!

The escorts, who have a 'slave pact', run a severe pain if they defy the Lord. All set up their weapons, distorting their faces in bitterness.

"Rice is appreciated. I'm not asking you to forgive me for giving back my gratitude with vengeance. resent me as much as you want."

The oldest captain-like figure in the escort took a step forward at me.

I checked in "Appraisal," but you're gonna be pretty armed, this guy. If I were a normal adventurer, I wouldn't have had to fall into slavery.

"Don't say anything extra! Why don't you just do it! I saved your village. I forgot I owed you! More than that, if it's going to be a hassle, you know what happens to your daughter-in-law and kids!

The slave trader is sticking his hand in the cage, grabbing the child's collar and pulling him closer.

A child who still endures much more with a crying face and a woman who tries to strip a slave trader from her child while enduring severe pain.

Is that this man's family?

"I'm sorry. At least make it easier with this one machete!

Slash of unstoppable speed in your eyes.

Even adventurers who remember arms are hard to avoid - though.

A slight, side-bound blow, he turns straight to the slave trader and rushes to his full strength.

"Become, Xama! Whatever happens to this kid."

"No, no, what happens when you hold someone else in red hostage"

Cover the flying kick without stopping your legs and let the soles of your feet penetrate the merchant's face.

The merchant's body disappeared into the rain as it bounced like a rubber sphere. You won't even have to confirm life or death.

"You're settled for one thing. I kept track of the evil so far, so I won't be held guilty. For once, your face will work for your lord."

Makes it look like it will be stored in a backpack and removes the magic props that have been installed between the pillars of the rest stop and the roof.

You saw it and you noticed, the escorts put their swords on the ground and poked their knees on the spot.

"I don't care what you do. But the people of my village want help. I am aware that I am asking for something convenient. Please, please, just these people."

The oldest captain-like man rubs his forehead against the earth and begs.

From the mouth of it, maybe this guy is the village chief.

"Dad!

"Damn it!

Now I'm the villain entirely.

It's bad where the family is thriving, but it doesn't take that away.

"Surely if the Lord who made the slave covenant dies, will the slaves die after a few moments? In such cases, re-establishing a bond of slavery with another person will prolong your life"

That means if you leave it like this, you'll be out of breath in a couple of hours.

No contract can be made between slaves. That means I'm the only one who can do that on this occasion.

"The re-contract can be done easily if I want. But I'm a merchant. I'm not interested in unprofitable charity."

"Then you don't mind selling me after you've signed a contract! Unless you attacked and took it yourself, it is possible to give up your slaves. As a slave, your position remains the same, but as long as you live!

The village-like man is resolute and looks me in the eye from the front. It's an eye that feels strong will. After all, you're not just a slave. I feel majestic from standing and behaving.

There's only one thing you can negotiate with them.

"I don't have the know-how to sell slaves. So let me do the business I can only do. Gentlemen - would you sell me the 'Slave Contract'?

I'm a collector.