Me, Adventurer! - Undoubled Skills Are Flat Magic

The village chief left about 200 large pieces of gold to keep the money in hand, and we left the Adventurer's Guild behind. The Alliance clerk's surprise when he handed him a leather bag with cash was something inside.

"Well, will you have another errand to do within the course of today?

That's what the village chief says and walks out towards Central Square.

"What's another errand?

"A slave.

Speaking of which, I was. Purchasing slaves was the main purpose of this journey in order to quickly increase the number of villagers.

Since I was reincarnated, I've been a slave until a few hours ago, but the truth is, there's very little aversion to slavery. That would be due, for one thing, to the character of the village chief. The village chief did not treat slaves coldly or mistreat them, and there was little harsh labor. The only things that are inevitable in a pioneering village are demonic responses and natural disasters. I'm like, "Can I like you so much? 'I was allowed to be as free as I thought. Well, it's because I was a kid. What?

"You might want to buy one, too. The adventures are tough on your own.

The village chief recommended me to buy it. Sure, I can't sleep alone camping in this world with demons and bandits. Besides, I want to keep it as secret as possible that I'm a wizard. I wouldn't be able to do that with a trustworthy companion, and the existence of a slave capable of some compulsion might be a good idea.

"Besides, there's not always anyone who tries to use it with an affront to a child. I'm here now, but I'd rather have an adult around for the future.

I see, that's right. The contents are Osama, but he looks like a complete child. I'm not going to be fooled easily, but if you can avoid Isakoza, you better avoid it. So it's better to stay as a deterrent.

"Yeah, okay. But if there's a good guy.

You've lost your reason not to buy it.

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"Sorry, there were no adult male slaves left at all...

When I walked into the slave trader and communicated my request, it was this reply in an instant response. I'm dressed to suddenly scowl.

"There was a big deal the other day, and the adult men, as well as all the adult women who could fight, turned it around. This is the kind of business, so we don't even have plans for our next arrival. I'm so sorry.

The slightly bearded middle-aged man of the slave trader broke his hips deeply and apologized. Even though he's a normal face if you look closely, he looks so suspicious because of the black jacket he's wearing and his little moustache.

That big-mouth deal is probably a war-related thing I've heard in a commercial guild. I don't know if it was the country or the commercial guild that bought it.

The average person who wants to go to a battlefield where his life is in danger won't be there, so he sends slaves in instead? It's a little obnoxious to be treated like things, but I guess that's what slaves are supposed to be treated like. I was pretty lucky. Thank the village chief.

"Well, then there's no choice. Ask your guild for an escort. Then please pair the children with about 10 men and women. Can I see it?

"I'm in awe. I'll get you ready, so please wait here for a moment.

That said, we were led to a room that looked like a reception room and disappeared without a slave trader.

The room is very different from the reception room of a commercial guild. However, the curtains hanging from the windows are greasy, the floor is black stoned, and the atmosphere is slightly heavy. It would be intent on creating heaviness, but it gets heavier to the mood. As for me, I can't lose my Kansai temperament, this kind of thing is unsettling. It's heavy, Akan. I can't stand it anymore, I talk to the village chief.

"Are you buying children?

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. You'll be gone. Besides, our village has too few children. There aren't even enough 10 of us to think about the future. But even if you increase it at once, you're not ready to accept it. This time around 10 people are looking good.

I see. Are you thinking about it in the medium to long term? It won't be instant combat, but that's a problem that years solve.

"Where's Nolan?

"... have you noticed, too? I guess the war will still start. Noran is a country further north than the King's capital, in the central north of the continent. I'm crossing an inland sea called the Lute Sea, but every now and then I come over and plunder it.

You mean like the medieval Nordic Vikings? Where England, which has boiled its business to repeated looting, strikes back?

"Thank you for waiting. Please come here when you are ready.

I just talked that far and the slaver came back and said:

"Okay. Beat, you pick with me.

"Oh, me too?

"Oh, you look (...) Opinion.

You mean you want me to look into the condition with signs perception? If you're weak, the signs look weak. That's how cheap it is.

I gained certainty on my journey on the road to come to this city, but this sign perception still seems to sense magic. Before and after the village chief gained physical strengthening, the intensity of the entangled aura appeared to be different digits. The quality has not changed. By analogy, is it the difference between the strength and weakness of the fan?

It also supported the fact that there were smaller signs of demons in the Northwestern Forest compared to demons in the Great Forest. Weak demons are haunted. Aura is weak, too. The aura of the Great Forest demons also had strength and weakness, but they had almost knocked them down with one blow, so they didn't realize the relevance. Sometimes you don't realize you have to experience things.

Me and the village chief walked a little down the corridor and were put through a heavy locked iron door. It was a fairly large room with about 20 tatami tatami, but there was no conditioning at all. The walls are made of stone and there are only a few small windows with iron plaid near the ceiling. On the other side of the door that came in, there is still a locked iron door. This is a room to set the rules, and I'm guessing the end of that door is the slave colony.

And there were about 20 children waiting in line in this room, men and women alike. Ages range from about 5 to 10, with a little more girls. Many seem frightened, but some stare at this one. I know it's a sign of anxiety, but it doesn't seem very favorable. If they try them, strangers will take them to strange lands, so naturally?

Everyone makes it smaller and prettier than I thought. Because it's a product, I guess I don't handle it crudely. The clothes are all white piercing clothes. However, they all wear the same size, and the little one even has an ankle, but the big one is a mini on the knee. I have a bit of trouble doing things with my eyes because there are so many girls. No, it's not Lori. Shit.

"How about that? We focus on hygiene management…"

"What do you say, Beat?

"Er hey... that kid and that kid, that and that kid seem a little weak.

Two boys as old as me and one little older girl. Not as debilitating, but pretty weak aura. If you look at me, my body is shaking with flutter even though I'm just standing. Isn't it red in the face and fever?

"Well, the village is far away. It's harsh to take the weak. Let's have those kids removed.

"Nah!? That shouldn't be... Yes, it does seem to have a little fever. Hey!"

When the slaver who took the confirmation calls out, he tries to take the children behind the back door, where two employee-like men who until then were holding back in front of the door are weak.

"I know it's okay, but I think we should split it it into separate rooms from the other kids. Because I have to get infected.

Slave traders and men become gleepy faces for a moment. Anyway, for one or two people, if three people are feverish, I can think of enough infectious diseases. Don't you have any medical knowledge around here? Experiences from the past and stuff like that usually seem to tell me.

"Does it suck?

"No, I think maybe it's just a cold, huh? It's the end of the season. If you eat porridge and sour fruit and sleep, you'll be cured. If you weren't weak, wouldn't adults get infected?

Answer the query of the village chief who seems worried. It's time to get cold and tight at night. Apparently, it's not very well ventilated or exposed to the light of day, so there's no reason to get sick.

While the slave traders were suspicious, they seemed somewhat relieved.

From that...

"Hey?"

"Is that, yes, Na!?

Speaking to the slave trader, he replied with a flipping voice. Kind of creepy. I didn't mean it at all, but I guess it's just a little awkward because it's like looking for coarse.

"Are all the slaves behind that door?

"Yes, sir, to the left.

"Well, why don't you bring someone to the far right?

On the face of the slaver who heard my request, now a clear look of amazement and vigilance emerges.

"Hey, why did you...

"Um, I can't explain it, but you're curious.

"What do you mean? Beat."

Ask the village chief to look at him and answer him in a low voice in his ear.

"(There's only one person in that back there with a very big sign.

"(Is that true? But the slave trader said no slaves can fight, right?

"(Yeah, so I was wondering.

Yes, I feel strong signs from the back. Not as big a sign as the village chief, but obviously bigger than the rest of the average person.

"Sure, there's one in the back, a little translation ant slave. But she's a freshly grown woman, and she's not even for combat. So I didn't show it to you this time... would you like to see it?

Slavers have answered rather poorly (freshly) in order to fix previous failures. Seems surprisingly cautious and good. Even though it looks frigid.

"Yeah, please.

And it was a beautiful girl with long blonde hair who was brought here. Is it slightly small enough to be slightly short of 150cm? What you're wearing was a piercing jacket, just like any other slave, but from its standpoint, it's full of irresistible elegance. It's a little low, but the nostrils are through, and it's a shame that the pale eyes that tend to lay low don't have power, but no one will disagree with you when you say beautiful girl.

And my breasts are normal. B or C. When I see a woman, I can't help but notice that her eyes are gone. I have no choice. I said it twice because it matters.

"As you may have noticed, she is in a former nobleman, the Marquis. He was once the fiancée of His Royal Highness the Second Prince, but the late existence depended on the destruction of his engagement, his insulation from the Marquis and his loss to slavery.

"Wow!

When the slaver explained so, the beautiful girl cried down, covering her face with both hands.

You mean, the engagement breaker!? Wasn't it here, B gay world!?