To Deprive a Deprived Person

Only those who have achieved success as aristocrats and merchants of the city Kammer can live in the commonly known aristocratic district. One building at a time is so large that it cannot be compared to the house inhabited by the common people that the gatekeepers alone make a few months' worth of salary in the hands of the common people. The flowers and trees planted in the garden are groomed by gardeners, who will maintain a state of shamelessness whenever they are seen. With such a line of mansions, there was a mansion inhabited by Mago Piet. Since we started trading with Yu, Mago's shops have grown rapidly, with stores expanding not only to the city camer but also to the city Samantha and fortress city Molly Ghoul.

As there are aristocrats to reign in each city, so there are merchants with aristocrats in each city. Aristocrats and merchants use each other and are strongly connected by the enormous profits deriving from them.

Regardless of whether a small store opens, there's no way the local merchants will shut up when a magoclass merchant opens. It's called jamming. Whether it is land or lease acquired by the merchants in a formal process by asking the aristocracy connected to them, it is a prelude such as not issuing a business license. Often, merchants who have been doing business in the city for years form a party to harass them. Installation of signs covering the store, placing obstacles so that people cannot pass in front of the store. When it becomes radical, it burns in the middle of the night, destroys shops, etc. But the killer will never be caught. A merchant turns his hand behind him, and the nobles tell the soldiers to turn away. Don't push (...). I mean, I'm telling you not to get caught.

Mago was terrible when he tried to open a store in Wangdu. The finance minister asked me for a refund that I could not pay, and if I refused, one of my employees was killed by someone within that day. Naturally, the killer would not have been caught. An employee is killed again the next day, as if to mock a temperamental mago for giving up opening a Wang Du store for this. Then the employees run away wondering if it's their turn next. You can't even open a store without people, and only the deficit stacks up. Mago fled back to Urban Cummer when the amount of the growing deficit had to reach the operating funds of the store in Urban Cummer. It is miserable at that time. The Belgian Chamber of Commerce held by the Minister of Finance came to the Mago store and scolded him. "Turn the countryman around." "You see what happens if you turn against Master Volvi?" "Don't ever come again! Ha ha!!" "Kuku. Poor employee who died for a guy like this," Mago's pride in fleeing back to Urban Cummer without even being able to say it back was a bummer.

The Finance Minister's harassment persisted like a snake to the city camer. The Beloon Chamber of Commerce has even opened a store in the city of Kammer. Mago managed to work for Count Muss not to open a Beloon Chamber of Commerce store, but he couldn't resist the power of a finance minister who would cow a third of the kingdom of Oudon. The store of the Beloon Chamber of Commerce opened one after the other near Mago's as if it had been targeted.

Even when Yu told me to open a store in the city of Samantha and the fortress city of Molly Ghoul, it was a mago that opened with a bellyful thought that it was not as disturbing as it was in the Wang capital, but something amazing did not happen. Rather, Viscount Cipriano and others governing the city Samantha were even cooperative. When Mago thanked Viscount Cipriano for inviting him to dinner, he had always been a favored Viscount Cipriano, but Mago had noticed. To the colour of the fear hidden in the smile that Viscount Cipriano floated for a moment.

What was between Yu and Viscount Cipriano, and what kind of deal there was, is Mago's lack of knowledge, but I could easily imagine if I looked at Viscount Cipriano's attitude, which is usually unlikely to be cooperative.

"Ho ho, that's sweet"

When Mago says so, he drinks tea. Before the mago, Yu sitting on the couch didn't seem to give a shit, and when he took one of the tea and confectionery cookies, he gave it to Momo. As Momo clung to the cookie with his small mouth, Namari, standing on the wall, stared at Momo, drooling covetably from his mouth.

I usually wear it with Momo as a treat, but Namari, who broke his promise to Yu, stood as a punishment. Next to Namari, Marifa refrained, but wiped him with a handkerchief that had a mouth of Namari that drowned of covetousness, scolding him for being a little more patient.

"What's sweet about it?

"Master Yu is a purchased slave."

After leaving the Adventurer's Guild, Yu headed to the slave trade mall run by Mago. So I bought a few slaves, but when Mago wanted to talk, I traveled all the way to the mansion. I could do it at the slave store if I wanted to talk, but Mago said there was a reason he led the yus to the mansion, so Yu didn't have to ask in depth either.

"I know even the farmer's wife, but you wouldn't even have had to buy a child"

"Let it go. I have a purpose."

"Ho ho...... what?

Behind Yu, Namari said, "My family is with me -! He was scolded for yelling," Be quiet by Marifa.

"You need to talk more than that, don't you? Hurry up and talk."

"Oh, I was. But."

Mago turns his gaze to Marifa and Namari.

"Marifa, Namari. And Momo, wait outside the room."

"Uh!? Why?

Namari, do as your husband says.

Namari to waste, and me too? Momo pointing at himself all the time. Yu pushes him to Marifa and drives him outside the room. Mago slaps his hand as he sees Marifa and the others leave the room. A woman comes in with a hood and scarf to cover her face with ex-C rank escorts escorting Mago through a different door from the one where Marifa and the others left.

"Yarmila, sit down."

"Ha... no"

Judging from his voice, Yarmila's age is probably a teenager. But it seemed difficult to talk about whether he was injured in the throat or mouth.

"Well, Master Yu. You took the trouble to my mansion because you wanted to share with me the information I gathered about the Minister of Finance.

Finance Minister Value Volwy Knox, one-third of the Kingdom of Wodon...... no, no, nearly half the nobles are in the faction. Let the tremendous wealth say things, and the foolish nobles blindfolded by gold. Faction nobles are also troublesome, but child adventurers to private soldiers...... "Leaf of Power" previously rubbed by Master Yu is one of them. You knew that. "

It was something only a very few of them knew about the dispute between Yu and the 'Leaf of Power'. Seems like a good thing to be surprised by the mago who knows that information, but I didn't see any upset in Yu.

"Lawrence, the criminal organization, is the most troublesome of all. These are the ones who decide to come out with a down payment to the finance minister, a down payment. It was formerly a group of chimps nesting in the slum streets of the Wang capital, but the son of the finance minister and his surroundings went into a vicious group there. Whatever... Whatever you do, you won't get caught."

Yarmila's hand, which was listening to Mago, was tightly squeezed.

"Do you know how Lawrence does it? What happens to finance ministers and those who don't listen to themselves? You make a show. Woman - the younger the better, too. You make everyone understand what happens if you defy them. Yarmila, show your face to Master Yu"

"Huh!? Ma... Gosa, Ma... That's... Keha"

"Can't you hear me?

Yarmila kept her mouth shut for a while, but slowly took away the hood and scarf she had hidden her face from. There was the face of a woman whose face melted. He had little hair, his skin was rotten and his right eyelid was blocked. Yarmila can't speak well because her melted lips are healing.

"Master Yu, Yarmila is still fifteen. Normally, you would be in the middle of singing your life in love with one of them. Yarmila's father, Cheslav, was the same merchant as me, my competitor, and my best friend. Cheslav had...... been forced to pay money by Lawrence, but the righteous Cheslav naturally refused to pay the money. It was the work of the Beloon Chamber of Commerce, a competitor, that Lawrence had been insisting on gold. Within less than a week, one employee after another was killed. They won't get Lawrence. I'm going to jail for disrespect, whether they pay me in advance where I sued you or vice versa. Cheslav's body was found unharmed already. Cheslav's wife was found in the same place, but the time of his death was quite off."

Mago drank all at once when he poured wine into the glass. Yarmila was silently listening to the mago, but from the blocked lid and the remaining left eye, the tears had fallen zero.

"Those guys... get Cheslav's wife in front of Cheslav... get Ijinka... Huh! Ho ho, you're getting a little excited. Lawrence didn't dare kill Yarmila. I melted my face with acid and exposed it to show off, and then freed Yarmila."

Even then, Mago passed on all the information he knew about the finance minister to Yu.

"Are we done talking?

"Yeah, that's all the information I know.

Ho ho. Master Yu, could you please consider the information?

"How much?

"Can you heal Yarmila's face?

Only Yarmila reacted to Mago's words. Mago's escorts were calm as if they had known beforehand that this would happen.

When Yu rose off the couch without responding, he approached Yarmila and pressed his palm to envelop Yarmila's face.

"Yikes...... Yikes!

Unexpectedly Yarmila pays her hand. He didn't want a boy his age to see his ugly, rotten face.

"Be quiet, Yarmila."

You made up your mind about Mago's words, and Yarmila accepted without paying Yu's hand this time. There is no fright or contempt in Yu's eyes when he sees his face. I didn't even have curious eyes. Yarmila falls in love so that she is sucked into the eyes of a boy her age not so different from herself. Yu's palm warms up, then Yarmila's cheek warms up, which expands all over his face.

"Ooh...... Huh!

"Mr. Yarmila's face!

Yu just said the role was over, and when he left Yarmila, he went back to his seat and sat down on the couch. One of the escorts rushed to hand over the hand mirror to Yarmila. Yarmila hasn't looked in the mirror since the day she saw her own face burnt by acid. Peeping into the dreaded mirror, there was a face of my own that was no different than before I was acidified. Both the right eyelid, which was blocked, and the lips, which were melted and clamped, and the scalp, which was uneven, had hair thriving.

"Ahhh... ahh. This is... my right eye opens! And my lips! And my hair! Your face is back on track!!

Tears overflow from Yarmila's eyes without stopping. Yarmila continued to gaze at her face in the mirror without even wiping her tears.

"Hair is service"

Yu tosses and chews tea confectionery cookies into his mouth and pours them in with tea. I turned my eyes to Mago that I'd had enough.

"Yarmila, that's enough."

"Ha!? also, i'm sorry. I'm so happy."

"Ho ho, I know how you feel. But I don't need you anymore. Leave the mansion immediately."

"Ma, Master Mago... now... what? You want me to leave the mansion?

"I thought you heard me."

"Why is that awesome!? So much... so much! You didn't get me in person! And yet why!

Yarmila still couldn't believe it, stared at Mago. Mago on the other hand didn't even try to gaze at Yarmila just because he was no longer needed.

"Why do you think I hid in a cummer until I fell and hid looking for you? No way. He was my best friend. You think it was for your father? No, it's not. I don't pinch personal feelings for business.

For a long time, I was wondering if this Yu could use the superior sacred magic that only some people can use, too, cleric. I was exploring that, but this was the harder and more troublesome guard of Master Yu than I imagined. So I came up with an appeal to love. When you come up with it, it's convenient that you just found it. "

"Oh, my God... I'm... I'm talking about Mago-sama!

"What? You're not gonna tell me you thought like my father or anything, are you? All right, please. Yeah, yeah."

When Mago took the small cloth bag out of his nose, he threw it at Yarmila.

"It's an end-of-pocket, but that'll be enough for you. Get the hell out of here."

Yarmila's face was shabby with tears. Until earlier it was a tear of joy, but now it was a tear of repentance.

"Is this what this stuff is about!

Yarmila throws the cloth bag back into the mago, and it pops out of the room. At the end of the door, Namari and Momo, surprised by Yarmila, who had popped up, were watching the room. Marifa, who had good ears, knew all about what kind of interaction was going on in the room.

"Mr. Mago, we'll make sure you get there safely."

One of the escorts winked as he picked up a cloth bag that was falling at the feet of the mago.

"Go quickly without saying anything extra."

The escorts were all smiling.

There were no more escorts to protect Mago, and only Yu and Mago were in the room.

"Ho-ho, Master Yu is still sweet. I easily tear my secrets apart with an act like that. Weren't you already aware of that amount of information, Master Yu?

"What do you mean I'm sweet? Which is better. Mago, you opened a store in King's Landing for a guy named Cheslav or a woman named Yarmila, right?

When Mago poured wine into the empty glass, he turned his back on the yus and drank them all at once.

"Mr. Yu, how about lunch after this? There's a delicious shop."

"I'll eat in my own house, fine. Basically, look at your face and say something. You look like you can go out for dinner."

A wonderful Namari and Momo circle in front of the mago.

"Wow! Why are you crying? Does it hurt anywhere?

There was an outrageously tearful and runny nose and a figure of maggot that made his face crunchy.

A carriage was running down the street leading from the city of Kammer to the east Kings Road. There was a Yarmila figure in the carriage that still wouldn't stop crying.

Mr. Yarmila, please stop crying.

"Ho... Hiku, leave me alone! Oh... Hiku, I don't know how you feel about me right now!

"The Altonemre country we're headed to is a small country, but peaceful and idyllic."

"Yes, yes! The liquor tastes good again! Mr. Yarmila's fifteen, too, and it's okay to drink, isn't it? What do you say, why don't we go to the tavern first when we get there? Looking forward to it."

"What are you looking forward to! I'm telling you to leave me alone!!

Why was Yarmila's head filled with? Mago found himself hiding in order to avoid people's eyes and ran around trying to cure his rotten face. The hands of the finance minister are turning and he refuses, even though he hopes to be treated with a large sum of money for a cleric who can use the divine magic of high altitude. Still, if you don't give up and find expensive potions, white magic users, etc., Mago was trying to get Yarmila's face back to its original beauty. I was desperate. It was a day I wanted to die every day, but with the encouragement of the mago I kept in mind. Eventually I was starting to admire Mago like my father did. And yet...

Yarmila, who flew out of Mago's mansion, was thrown straight into the carriage when he was caught by the Mago escorts who had been chasing him after him. The carriage carriage carriage had a set of Yarmila's luggage on it, and it was not impossible for Yarmila, who saw it, to think that Mago intended to abandon herself from the beginning.

"That being said... it's a really good place, isn't it? After all, none of the Finance Ministers (...) have any influence!

"What... what's that?"

Not answering Yarmila's question, another escort speaks out.

"Besides, the owner of the shop where Mr. Yarmila will take care of him was kind enough to make out with Mr. Mago that he knew Mr. Yarmila's father."

"She was thrilled to hear that she wanted the daughter of a merchant who could read and write so much that she could get her hands out of her throat! Yes, Mr. Yarmila, I forgot this."

What was given to me by the escort was a cloth bag thrown back to the mago. Yarmila checks the contents, upset but upset by the word of the escort that you should check the contents.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

How many tears would Yarmila have shed today alone? The contents of the small cloth bag were filled with white gold coins. For what Yarmila normally lived, it was an unusable amount over the course of her life.

"This is my selfish solitaire. Please listen to me. Corner, even if you get your original beautiful face back, if that finance minister finds out about it, he'll always try to do the same thing again. He wants you to cut off from Mr. Mago to prevent it, and grab happiness in a new heaven and earth where no one knows. We're told not to come back until Mr. Yarmila calms down."

Yarmila nodded with her knees as she listened to the man speak to herself.

"Ahhhhhhhhh! Ma, Mago... Dear Mago!! Ugh... Uh-huh..."

No grief was included in the cries that could be heard leaking out of the carriage. Yarmila just wanted to convey her gratitude, hugging as much as she could to the clumsy man she admired like her father.

In sunny weather, the carriage moves on with the girl who will be happy from now on.