To Deprive a Deprived Person

If you look up into the sky, there you will see stars shining in full heaven on the moon that emits light. From the grass, the sounds of the bugs, the wind passes through the trees, and the sound of the swinging leaves and branches echoes slightly.

The darkness dominated the world exactly the opposite of the day when there was a ray of sunshine.

But in Tenkasi, the king's capital of the Kingdom of Oudon, there is a light there.

It is a night shop such as a street lamp demon prop that illuminates the streets, and a whorehouse in a liquor store that is only earned when the sun goes down.

"Ahhh, even more than usual today, it's gonna shine a fucking light."

One of the guards hitting security on the walls of the Wang capital Tenkasi groans.

"Every day, every day, that's all the light. Even the amount you keep would be silly."

"It's a lot of money for a goldfish."

What the guards are saying orally is not the scene of the Wang Capital spreading beneath their eyes. At the end of its gaze is a large, digitless mansion built on the Casa hills.

The Value mansion, lit up with demonic props of light that have raised their output up to a few times normal, can be seen with clarity even from the Wang capital. Streetlight magic fixtures are also laid at all costs on roads built solely for Value's mansion from the Wang capital. Street trees planted at even more equal intervals are also called tohelo trees that emit the smell of weak demons, enough trees to be traded from at least a few million madokas if you want to buy them.

"Take a look. How many carriages are there?"

Carriages show up one after another on roads abhorred by civilians as' Value Road 'and' Golden Road '. All of them were brilliantly decorated that would not be owned by civilians or a large number of merchants, pointing in the dark to the fact that their owners were not the only ones.

"You're always like a bunch of people gathered in shit."

"It's lamentable to think that this is the current state of the kingdom of Oudon, which counts as one of the five great powers."

With the guards' scornful gaze on their backs, the carriage continues to disappear as it is sucked into Value's mansion on Casa Hill.

"I've been waiting for you"

Deacons and maids aligned on the doorstep of the Value Mansion bow their heads to merchants in unison to the guests' barons, villains, counts and other nobles.

None of them are powerful men of unthinkable financial power, force, or power in the civilian population.

"We'll have fun today."

"This is the Marquise of Zeppel, and Value, the Lord, was eagerly awaiting you"

Among them, the aristocracy, which is part of the special treatment, will be guided while surrounded by multiple servants.

The passage, which is too wide to be called a hallway, is decorated with condiments collected by having gold say things from all over the Lame continent. In the sprawling hall ahead through its long passage, nobles and merchants were deepening their exchanges as they bickered.

"A merchant from another country?

"Yes, it's not uncommon for merchants to visit the kingdom of Oudon, one of the five great nations, for business, and it's quite natural."

"It will be. Isn't that strange?"

"That seems to be the movement of well-known merchants in other countries."

"Do you know what you're looking for?

"Seeking potions for everything"

The Viscount man laughs unexpectedly at the word merchant potion.

"This is rude. But potions are exclusive to the Alchemy Guild. I didn't know a merchant from another country bothered to ask for it. Come on. No, it can't be."

"Yeah, yeah. Normally, I would take that for granted, but Value also expressed an interest in the information."

"What!? Is that true?

"Don't lie. Maybe Values is going to get his hands on the potion market."

In a different place again.

"About three (...) Elf slaves today, and I'm going to buy a young male as well"

"Well, that's it. I want about two celestial males."

"I envy you all.

I bought this Dwarf from my father the other day, but it's already broken, so I'd like you to buy a new one... "

"Then today's your chance.

Whatever you say, Value-like nightclubs are not available anywhere else, because they can also be accessed regardless of race. "

"But the others are after you, aren't they?

"The only way there is for your father to do his best. You'd be good at sweetening it."

"Well, that's terrible."

"Hehe. I'm just kidding. Then I'll ask you to join me."

The ladies were thriving on the auction story of human trafficking, calling other races subhuman and as if they were buying in livestock as well.

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for waiting"

Using the butler's voice as a signal, the servants open the doors of the venue one after the other.

"Oh, whoa."

"How wonderful this is!!

"Well...... That's Lord Value's night club, the finest financial asset in the kingdom of Oudon."

Even the fat noblemen and merchants of the eyes admired the sight spread there.

Gold and silver dishes, chandeliers and carpets laid on the floor, created by leading artisans over time, were also made to order.

"This carpet belongs to one of the three largest regions, Tabdary? But not everything in this venue is about how much money... no, you can get it if you spend it"

"The chandelier over there is from Wong Fotrata, isn't it? It's in my mansion, but a thousand gold coins would be more than that size."

"The food and beverages prepared are delicacies in luxury ingredients that are hard to see even at the Royal Supper. And the decorations are made at the hands of superior craftsmen, and the servants arrange the beautifully dressed people by age and race, and the servants we like say we can treat them to our liking.

It's a night club that will let you know exactly what Sir Value is capable of. "

In its size and luxury, even the nobles and merchants, who were accustomed to rare and luxury goods, could not hide their excitement.

And - there will be a feast of madness.

"This is a dwarf female, turning nine.

In addition to this appearance, naturally, I am a virgin! Let's start with half a million Madokas!!

A man on the stage pulls a chain around the neck of a dwarf girl so that everyone can see better.

"Well, that sounds like the daughter of a dwarf chief."

"What kind of noble blood is flowing to the subhuman?"

"Then Viscount Sospiro will not participate. Ever.

Which. I'm a million!

"Don't be silly.

I am 5 million, no 8 million!!

On the altar set in the corner of the venue, each race, including dwarves, dwarves and ghosts, who were illegally forced to gather from all over the kingdom of Oudon by slave hunting, the subordinate of the value, was auctioned off. It was also all about the so-called upper-balls, those in the bloodline of the ruling class who never came out first on the market.

"Yes! Then it will be the victory of Viscount Sospiro for 22 million Madoka!!

Hey, you know Viscount Sospiro's family crest?

A man in progress to host the auction gives instructions to the men who are holding back behind him.

"You're gonna put a family crest in it?

"He always puts it in his possessions."

"I can't believe I hurt all my upper balls."

"I'm tired of not doing it later."

"Okay, so don't tell me.

Uh, which one was the family crest of the Viscount Sospiro? "

One of the men pulls a single iron rod out of an iron rod that is innumerably stuck in a firebowl, just in case the MC man pushes you to be right. The tip of the iron rod was engraved with the family crest of the Viscount Sospiro, which was sufficiently heated in a fire bowl to stain bright red.

"Hey do it! Stop!! Father, Mother!! Somebody, sushi - yaaaaaa!!

One slave after another is awarded a bid.

And when a nobleman who wants to boast of his own financial strength makes him press the baking mark, the screams of the slaves and the scorching smell of meat drift around.

The smell reaches the nobles and merchants, but does it make them uncomfortable? Everyone was smiling as they sniffed.

Because we are delighted by the plight of our own privileged class and slaves. The more unhappy slaves and civilians are, the more fortunate those who are here will be.

They said they were good on the ruler's side.

"This is the one you ate when you were invited to the Republic of Set."

"Ooh...... This is exactly the Orionne soup I ate at the Jardalk dinner party in Holy Country!

"Ho. Is this Wodon Demon Bull steak?

No, Minister Values, don't be afraid. "

"From the fruits used for dessert, which are also only available in the labyrinth, you only wholesale them to a very limited number of nobles."

Dietary aristocrats and merchants pound their tongues on prepared meals.

However, the aim of some caterers was different.

"Thank you for waiting.

This is a four-year-old - on cheek meat - and that's a nine-year-old El - with rare thighs, and the sauce is available in caramel, van Rouge, perigou, and rock salt. "

"Oops!! I can't wait!!

"None of this is a good color glow!

"Ho ho. It's no exaggeration to say that I'm attending a nightclub to eat this."

Noblemen flock to the dishes on the trays specially prepared by the servants. Other nobles and merchants who know the ingredients used in that dish move away from its too harsh.

"Continuing are Earth Dragon vs. Magically Excellent Elves! Ahhh! But I can't use any magic in this cage! Oh my god!!

Come on, the vicious earth dragon wins! Or will the magically sealed elves win!! Ladies and gentlemen, be excited to bet!!

The giant cage was heavily sealed by magic by the conjunctors on multiple occasions, sealing it from the inside out. Inside that cage were naked elves shrinking in the corner, confronting ground dragons tied to chains, no, frightened.

"You can't use magic? Wouldn't that make a bet?"

One of the merchants whispers to the ears of a disgruntled nobleman.

"Count Exklemon, look at the odds"

"Hmm? The ground dragon is 1.1x. Take it. Out of the way?

"I mean, it's a service to us only for this game. Of course, the more you bet, the more likely you are to buy the disapproval of Value, the better."

"I see.

Don't hesitate, then. Whoa! I had 10,000 gold coins on my ground dragon!!

The merchant sweats cold on that unrelenting wager.

"What are you doing! Let's fight soon!!

"Ha ha. If you lose, your family dies."

"Are you still an elf? That's pathetic."

There's no way the elves, bare-handed and magically sealed, can beat the Earth Dragon. It wasn't a square game, it was just a massacre.

Split elf blood and guts fall on noble faces and clothes, but the excited nobles continue to cheer without worrying about dirt. And the elves who were eaten and killed in front of their flesh parents cry like crazy.

"Explain it to me."

The Marquise of Zezepel, feather-woven with bathrobes, orders the servant. Behind them stand the ladies and ladies alike in bathrobes.

There are many tubs lined up in front of those noble blood-minded women. In the back there is a tub made of huge marble, all of which was filled with red liquid.

"Then let me explain.

This tub is for Elves under five. It's also for toddlers - we have it for you. Next, this is the Toddler of the Beast - you can see there, the dwarf - the life blood of the toddler - "

The Marquise of Zezepel nodded contentedly at the words of the servant, who continued her misguided explanation, and an impressed voice arose from the women who refrained behind it.

"This is the secret of the beauty of the Marquis Zeppel."

"I heard rumors, but what is such a wonderful thing?"

"Thank you all for the courtesy of the Marquise of Zezepel."

"Of course I am!

Thank you, Marquise Zeppel. "

To the ladies and ladies who take one thanksgiving attitude after another, the Marquise of Zepel said that she would control with her hands only enough.

"Come on, guys. Don't you dare say a hard hello."

"Bye."

"Yes, let's do the pursuit of beauty together"

When the regular man saw it, he would have whined that it was crazy.

Because noble ladies and courtiers are immersed in tubs filled with blood, or bathed in blood from their heads, dyed bright red all over their bodies and shouted with joy.

"Ladies and gentlemen, how delightful you are."

"That's fine."

Value, who was watching the night club from upstairs, nodded satisfactorily at François's words.

Despite the night club, Value stared to observe the aristocrats and merchants feasting madly without even drinking.

"You scumbags.

It's lamentable, but am I still the only one who inherits truly noble blood "

There was no such thing as a great aristocracy that cowed the nobles, merchants and other powerful men.

"Oh, did you come here?"

"I've searched, Sir Value."

"The main actor doesn't show up, and the nightclub doesn't get any excitement."

The nobles at the core of the Value Faction come closer together. In keeping with that, François pulls his minutes back.

"I was just resting a little. Anything out of the ordinary?

"No way! such as points that do not lead to Sir Value's nightclub. On the contrary, we were just talking about this night club being the largest ever."

"Marquis Feach is right.

I just thought we'd hear some rumors. "

Everyone is smiling, but everyone knew it was false.

"Well, what kind of rumor is that?"

"I hope you don't make your guard clear."

With a gentle tap on Value's shoulder, Marquis Feach sits straight next to Value.

"Anything, you think Sir Value got a very boring (...) item pouch? It's enough to rock the country."

Other nobles unwittingly blow up at the story of the Marquis of Feach.

"I smiled.

Lord Value said you'd be happy to get an item pouch. "

The look on Value's face remained unchanged with a grin.

The nobles here are convinced that Value has acquired an untimely item pouch.

How did you get that information? Even the Values were cautious.

"Sir Value, how true or false are the rumors?

"Ha ha.

This is surprising.

Now, if I were that item-- "

"My Marquis is fully ready to support you."

"My clan as well"

"You can't have a runaway.

My clan has a good face in other countries. "

The Marquises of Feach did not let Value speak to the end. And at the dawn, when Value became king, he said darkly, "Be convenient."

The Marquises of Feach sat down after that, rewarding the words for a few dozen or so minutes, until they took the word from the value.

"Dear Value, Good Luck"

Francois pours wine into the glass after dropping off the Feach Marquises returning to the night club.

"Shallow people."

Value grumbled abominably as she drank the wine she received from François all at once.