To Deprive a Deprived Person

Dark Elf girl Marifa Nagz was ready to die until yesterday.

Anyway, just the scratches on the body significantly diminish the value of female slaves. Besides, I can't even speak words because of my throat wound. No matter how much Dark Elf's slave value, they said it would not be for sale.

In the first place, he became a slave because he was caught hunting slaves where he lived quietly in the back of the woods, attacked by a large group of demons and fled with his life.

In doing so, he lost one eye and also suffered a major injury to his throat and back. It would be unfortunate to have a white magic user inside the slave hunt. Otherwise, he would have died of a lot of bleeding by now.

I was reminded that living in the slave trade hall was still below the bottom line. There is no such thing as caring for slaves who are not for sale. Some worthy slaves are given a room or even a meal three times a day, but the less worthy are given a meal once a day, and that meal also has only one bread like leftovers in a drooling boiled scum vegetable soup.

"What are you looking at?

Marifa is interrogated by Yu and distracted. My eyes are divergent, but I am conscious of Yu, but my ears are moving from the beginning.

Mago takes the offering out of the reception room. It was a different threesome from the first guard who was behind it.

"Ho ho, thank you for waiting."

"Have we discussed this?"

Mago didn't change his expression, but he was sweating inside. I was alarmed that this adventurer named Yu should not be alarmed and that I should not show any weakness in this one.

"What are you talking about? Shall we begin the slavery pact?"

Slaves are fitted with collars when they purchase a slave. The collar is embedded with a demon ball filled with contract magic, where anyone can use the magic of a slave contract if they can put magic into it.

"Slavery contract... don't have to be anything"

"Please don't ask me about Moga. Where are those who buy slaves and do not make slave covenants? Do you mind? Many slaves are full of scumbags, such as those who try to escape if there are gaps, those who try to kill the Lord, and those who try to take away hardware. We have a bond of slavery so that scumbags don't disobey and don't run away."

"You look happy for that."

"Ho-ho, I wonder if this was on your face. As you know, in the unlikely event that Master Yu's slave escapes, he will pay 500 gold coins..."

"I'll pay you about 500 gold coins. He's the only one who's ever run away."

It had been decided that there was absolutely no possibility for Marifa to pay the price off for Mago. At that time, Marifa returns to the slave trade house. Marifa's coming back won't get Mago a penny. I can make Yu pay the rest of the price if he escapes or dies than that.

"But a slave can't walk around the city without a collar, so we'll even fit a glass ball that resembles a collar and a demon ball. What do you do with the names of the slaves?

"Name? He'll already have a name."

"Ho ho, did you also have 'analysis' skills? Surely that slave has the name Marifa Nagz."

He leaves the slave trade hall admiring the loose mago.

Marifa follows him as he flutters behind Yu walking down the boulevard. Marifa's physical abilities had fallen significantly due to her inability to exercise in the cage without eating satisfactorily at all.

"Uh-huh?"

Suddenly, Marifa hit Yu's back when he stopped.

"All right, let's make it dinner. Just a few more walks and there is an inn named Windmill Chicken Pavilion. You can use just a meal there, and the food is good. There are strange people out there, but don't worry about it."

Marifa's stomach creaked at Yu's meal proclamation - and replied cutely. Marifa is leaning down with a bright red face, but she thought she might get something for herself.

Seats were buried about 70% of the time, even though it wasn't at mealtime when we went inside the Windmill Pavilion.

"There you are! Are you staying, or are you eating?

Melissa greets me with a cheerful voice about the sign daughter at the Windy Chicken Pavilion.

"Oh, you... and the kid behind you, ha-ha-ha. Sort of."

Melissa was nibbling at what she was mistaken about, but Yu sits in her seat without worrying.

"That's a meal. What are you gonna do with the kid in the back?

"What are we going to do?

Generally no slave eats in the same seat as his husband. I would have stayed standing or waited outside, but it was normal, but Yu naturally didn't know that, so he was going to eat with me.

From Yu's reply, Melissa, who receives that the slaves also eat together, speaks with pleasure.

"Do you have something you don't like?

To Yu's question, Marifa shakes her neck vigorously and sideways. Marifa was excited because she didn't expect me to eat all the time.

"What do you recommend today?

"Khoo, today's recommendation is a special Doria from the Windmill Chicken Pavilion for running bird vanilla grills!

"Recommended for two servings, please."

"Aye!

Melissa skipped to the kitchen. Marifa was distracted and restless from earlier.

Yu thought there was no choice because the dining room was full of good smells.

An adventurer or mercenary-style pair who was in the next seat looked blatantly disgusted when they saw Marifa's collar.

Melissa brought the meal, but the momentum is too good for the plate to jump at the table.

"Sorry to keep you waiting - today's running birds are especially good because they came in!

Indeed, from the running birds there was an indescribable smell of vanilla combined with the burnt smell of bird skin and hot air.

"Hey, since when did this place become a place where slaves can come!

"It's true. It's gonna make a good meal in the corner."

The next two pair speak out loud that can be heard here on purpose. When Yu saw Marifa's face, he leaned down from remorse and embarrassment.

"Can't slaves eat in their seats together in this inn?

To Yu's inquiry, Melissa looks at the pair next door with no expression.

"What if I said no?

"I'm going to pay for it and leave"

I won't let you stand a slave. Melissa's voice leaks out of Melissa's mouth in Yu's response that she won't even let her out of the inn.

"Kuhoo... in this inn, noble or slave, we only serve the same thing, and we'll have it eaten in the same place! If you don't like it, get out of here because you don't want the money."

The dining room quiets down. Usually, the pair begin to panic to Melissa's cold proclamation, which is both loving and cheerful.

"Melissa, that's not true."

"That's not what I said."

"Uh-oh. Shut up. Shut up. Wash your face and come back out today."

The pair, unable to stand the gaze around them, left to flee. A quiet dining room sends drinks in unison.

"Nice! Melissa's the best!"

"That's Melissa! She's a sign girl at the Chicken Pavilion."

"Melissa, come to my wife!

Melissa returns with greetings from all around her.

Come on, don't hesitate to eat.

"Thank you. Glad I picked this store."

"Are you going to like it?

"Right. I like this inn."

"Yikes... me, I gotta go to the kitchen."

Yu and Melissa had a different conversation and Melissa ran to the kitchen but fell along the way.

I notice Yuu even though Marifa, who was leaning over, was staring at Yuu.

"What are you doing? Eat before your meal cools down."

"Uhhh..."

Marifa eats a warm meal crying. He is even sniffing out with hot Doria hot air, but Yu was eating with a slight pull wondering if it was good enough to cry.