Tilea’s Worries

It hasn't been on lately.

Edim looks up to heaven, even unceasingly.

I can't grab my men (Jeje), and on the contrary, they bother me with cold sweats.

Extremely the guy on his back right now (idiot).

"Ha, ha, ha. Edim, too, walk without even shaking a little more. You dumb bastard, you'll touch the wound!

"Shh, excuse me. I'm not really used to taking charge of it..."

"Ha, ha. He can't be used anywhere."

That's our line!

I walked into the auction venue, enjoying the fact that I was about to throw it off unexpectedly.

Go inside and look around.

There are both dressed people, there are. When I was a human, I used to hear about famous people and rich people. If it was before becoming a vampire, it was where it was atrophied.

But now I have one stomach ache. Interpretation is a gathering of both elephants. It's not even at the feet of the money, the power of the war, or any other evil god army.

What the hell does Lady Tyrea want to be done in a place like this?

I don't know why. I'm confused.

"Ol, Edim, this is enemy territory. Keep your head down and we'll do it."

Lady Tyrea has spoken out to keep her attention tight.

What is it?

Enemy land? This gathering of weak races?

My head goes hatena.

"Dear Tyrea, this is not an enemy land. Me, it's the garden of Division II!

That being said, Baccatissio also spoke out of my shoulder, all proud.

Damn, it's dirty. He screamed while he was spitting...

But this is all in Baccatissio's opinion. This is Division II, you can call it silly territory. You got enemies here or something?

I questioned it, but don't worry about it. It is usual for Lady Tyrea's words and actions to fall outside my common sense. The distribution may only be made solemnly by the command of the Lord.

Then......

He curses at each other with Baccatissio and listens to Lord Tyrea as he makes a combination.

Eventually, I understood Master Tyrea's thoughts as she blurred.

You want a slave for a moment?

If you tell this idiot on this back, you can get as many slaves as you want. What's more, you don't have to ask this idiot to order someone from the Evil Gods Army. Assuming I take your orders, I will have as many beautiful and excellent slaves as I can get.

Yes, with Lord Tyrea's powers, you don't have to attend the auction. Baccatissio has the same idea and suggests to Master Tyrea that he collect his slaves.

However, Lady Tyrea does not take up the proposal. You said you were going to the auction.

Why, such a far-flung approach?

I'll think about it.

And one conclusion was reached.

Really? Master Tyrea wants to be entertained with a game called Auction.

That sticks best.

If Tilea exercises her powers, there is nothing she cannot do. I guess that's boring. Well, if you play power games, it's one-sided. There are no enemies before Lord Tyrea.

Slaves don't compete with force moves, they compete down in a game called Auction.

However, Master Tyrea seems to have some enthusiasm for the game, but apparently he doesn't know much about the rules. Obviously not used to it. The auction looks like an amateur.

But I guess that's fresh and interesting for Master Tyrea.

Master Tyrea works hard to see the auctioneers around her.

It's a disgusting thing to say, Dear Tyrea, but it could be close to the limit.

There are many things you don't know just by looking at it. Every now and again, Tyrea asks me to explain.

I desperately answer, too, but auctions are probably out of specialty. I only heard about it in my magic school class to the extent of chatter. Besides, I was not interested in the auction myself, so I remember the chatter.

If we keep going through the auction, we're going to get into a pit somewhere.

And the concern is at the centre.

Lord Tyrea was declared six million gold with both hands.

Ah!? That's not good!

"Oh, sixty million out of lady number 64!

"Buh!? lol, 60 million! No, I didn't mean..."

After all, declarations with both hands seem to go up the digits. You don't have to know the rules. If you look at the auctioneers around you, you can somehow predict. Plus, it's all the more awkward because I was watching one of my customers digit up with both hands up at the last pot auction.

Uh-huh, Master Tyrea should have seen it, too.

Dear Tyrea......

Yeah, it's not good.

Well, it's just a 60-million gold expense. Even if you don't care that much - Lord Tyrea is distressed!!

Uh?

The total assets of the Evil Gods Army are tens of trillions of gold, even if they are estimated less.

Dear Tyrea, you are the Commander-in-Chief of the Evil Gods Army. Isn't that the same amount of forehead, garbage!

Moreover, this auction is a financial resource for Division II. Around, because in the end, it just funds the Evil Gods Army.

At most, a few percent commission would spill out to the outside world.

Why bother you like that...?

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Oh, well. That's a waste of spirit.

(i) Even though it is gold, I will not waste any of it. It is a mindset of compassion. I'll be careful, too. At next month's regular meeting, will you let your family think about cutting expenses for the Blood Sucking Unit?

Even then, Master Tyrea wins a bid for a female slave.

Nevertheless, the poverty of the slaves is beyond sight. That doesn't boil my willingness to buy either. Strength, beauty, which is very unworthy as a slave to Master Tyrea and Master Camilla.

Lord Tyrea has desperately won the bid for such slaves.

Why are you asking for advice from Baccatissio each time?

Ask me the rules of the auction. But Baccatissio is asking you to decide who to turn the winning slave into.

Ugh, now it seems that Baccatissio is more trusted by Master Tyrea than I am.

I guess Baccatissio knows that, too. Every time Lord Tyrea begs me for advice, you flaunt your face with Niyanya, and you come to me with a doozy face.

Oh, shit. Uzu. Uzu.

When I was stressing about Baccatissio's behavior, I had attributed it to Lady Tirrea, even if it was a pair of people.

Probably a rebellion for not being able to win the slave satisfactorily at the auction.

Stupid men. I can't give you my share of the poor race.

"Do you want to kill me?

Ask Master Tyrea to get rid of Xiaoxiao quickly. But Master Tyrea stopped me.

Why? Why?

Right! If you kill me here, the auction will be canceled. I almost ruined it even though Master Tyrea is looking forward to the game because of it.

Shamed for his shallow thoughts, the host of the venue brought mercenaries to clean things up. Besides, I can't wait to see how that rule relied on the name value of the "Dark Emperor". I accidentally lost my laugh.

Fucking idiot Tischio, he gave me a stupid alias!

That's right. Just fine. Stupid alias, but depending on how you read it, can I say this is a conspiracy against Lord Tyrea!

I will first try to convey to Lady Tirrea the signs of the rebellion of Baccatissio. But Lady Tyrea put her finger on her mouth and said, "Edim, Shy, Shy," and I said, "You guys, Sherlap!" I was to be reprimanded.

Come on, it was a yab snake.

Yes, it was. Master Tyrea is indifferent to this kind of thing. Baccatissio's leg loss, let's think of another way.

And Lord Tyrea's bid for the most desirable gray-haired girl began.

The gray-haired girl appeared chained.

Ho, this is quite...

Beautiful indeed. Though not extended to Master Camilla, its beauty plucks out the county compared to the other slaves. The blood of this slave looks delicious. Yeah, this slave could be considered worthy of Lord Tyrea's toys.

Beautiful doll with gray hair, its eyes showing nothing. Reminds me of an empty glass workmanship.

You were an extinct beautiful girl, and a survivor of the Gulda tribe.

Gulda tribe......

I only know it by hearsay, but it should have been a minority in the Souths region. Sounds like a lot of sarcastic people. I don't know the details.

Why don't you ask Jeje's guy later? If he was an authority in historiography, he'd have a little information.

And the auction greets the good.

It became a one-horse ride between Lord Tyrea and a human being known as Bozen.

Results…….

It was Lord Tyrea's victory. However, the winning bid will exceed the holdings, and he quickly returned to collect the funds with Baccatissio.

I hustled around Baccatissio and hurried to the Underground Empire.

Running like a wind while talking to my family...

The idiot on the back, besides.

"Hey, what are you running at! Hurry. Don't keep Master Tyrea waiting!

"I'm sorry. But now we're running a lot!

"Curse! I ran from Canodo town to here in a few minutes. How long are you going to take it this far?

Oh, you know...

That must have prevented you from running!

Am I supposed to imitate your idiot too?

I'm not kidding. What would you do if Lord Tyrea told you to do your duty after you returned? You're telling me to storm while I pull my legs like you do!

Ha, ha. Shit, he's really killing...

Plus Baccatisio punches me in the head while he punches me in the face. That plainly reverses my nerves.

And......

Upon arrival, the missing funds made my family ready. Funds were received from family members at the rendezvous point and returned to the auction venue.

I want to compliment myself for not slapping off the idiot on my back until the end.

Baccatissio had different eyes. But Master Tyrea greeted me with a full smile. Yeah, good. This alone is worth the effort.

And then we give the funds to the auction clerk, and Master Tyrea and I head outside the venue. As soon as I went outside, I felt a licking glance.

Did you say Bozen? His men. Ten or eighty-nine, this one and the slaves led by Baccatissio will probably be raiding.

What are we gonna do?

You want me to tell Baccatissio and get these guys cleaned up in the face of Division II?

No, I don't need to bother splitting the handles between the bacatissios.

I use my readings to tell Dalph and the others about my escort to the female slaves.

Hmm!? Yes! Why don't we just go through the raid and do some bakatissio?

Order Dalph to secretly - no, killing allies is against the rules. I just can't get that far - no, I don't. Isn't this a one-of-a-kind opportunity?

Now, the magic power of Baccatissio is zero. The flesh is worn out in a magic rampage. There is ample possibility of being unconscious like a human being.

Allied killing is a violation of military aircraft. But if a human kills you, it's bad for the idiot who gets hit.

Let Dalph and the others prioritize the protection of the slaves.

Leave Baccatissio alone.

Come on, it could be a toast tonight.