Let's buy a slave!

　As soon as I declared that, I squeezed my eyes shut in preparation for the impact.
　Sylvia's "Fool! comes. I knew it was coming.

　But Sylvia's reaction was the opposite of what I expected.

"Hmm. I'm sure you'll find it easy to find. That certainly makes it easier to find.
"...... Huh?　Aren't you angry?
Hmm, why?　You'll be looking for slaves with the aptitude for blacksmithing, won't you?　Good idea. As long as it's Slave City, I won't have a problem looking around for status.

　Oh, I'm forgiven.
　Since it was THE lady knight, she turned red and said, "Kudos!　You've been violating slaves!　Like an erotic douchebag! I was expecting him to punch me in the face, but that wasn't the case.

''Good. Then tomorrow we'll go back to King's Landing to visit the slavers.''
Very well. Ah, Mister Second. You might want to keep that outfit on.

　Those rare clothes? It certainly makes me look richer and better served.

Yeah, all right. I'll take care of it.



　The next morning.

　We left the town of Peho for a while and returned to King's Landing.
　Our destination was the largest slave trading company in the capital, Maurice.

Welcome to Maurice. I'm Philip, the chairman of the trade.

　I was led to a reception room at the back of the store, where a small, fat, smiling man was waiting for me. He was the most important person in this neighborhood. After all, the power of these clothes is amazing. I'm not going to be able to get the most out of just one piece of clothing.

''I want to find a blacksmith's slave. Can you look at their status and examine them?
Of course, of course. Then let's get him out of here.

　As Philip gave his instructions, a woman, who he assumed was his secretary, quietly left the room.

　Less than ten minutes later, she returned with about fifteen slaves wearing collars.

'............ I see,'

　That moment. I understood perfectly why Sylvia hadn't gotten angry.

　The slaves standing in front of me were brilliantly all old men with disgusting muscular bearded faces.

　...... I see. That's right. I was wrong about that. It's a blacksmith and that's what we do. ...... But when you hear the word "slave" you expect it. I'm a boy. Huh. .......

'Did you have a slave to your liking?'
Hmm. Oh, wait a minute.

　While I was in old man's shock and disappointment, I asked each of the 15 people to show me their stats and did the sorting process.

　The stats I want the blacksmith to have are STR and DEX, followed by LUK, and even better if he or she has INT. I'm a blacksmith who aims to strengthen my weapons to be the best in the world, so all of them must be of good quality.

"...... No. I'm not one of these.

　There was no blacksmith who seemed to be excellent among the old men. Hearing my words, the old men have a disappointed look on their faces.

'I see, I'm sorry. If that's the case, the rest of the people we are dealing with will be criminal slaves.''

　Crime slaves?
　I don't know what the difference is between a normal slave and a normal slave. Well, I don't care what a good blacksmith is.

All right, let's see it.
Very well. He's a criminal slave. I can't allow him to come with us. You will have to come to the back of the cell.
'Right. Then Sylvia and Eco will wait here.

　I said, and followed Philip.

　The Maurice Slave Trading Company's slave cells were like a prison, the rooms were large, clean and well managed. The Maurice Trading Company seems to have quite a bit of money to spend. The slaves also seem to be forced to live a decent, if not vibrant, life, and there are only a few that I've seen that have expressions of despair on their faces.

''This is the criminal slave cell from here on out. There are thirty-three of us in all, and one of them is a blacksmith.
Show me around, please.
Yes. This way, sir.

　Philip continued down the hallway and stopped in a room one room away from the back. Perhaps because it was a crime slave's room, it was quite tightly constructed.

　When he opened the small window with a gasp, he could see through the iron bars to see what was inside.

　It was an old man, as expected.

'............ No good.'

　I look at his status and shake my head. This old man doesn't have the aptitude to be a good blacksmith either.

''I see. ...... I'm sorry I didn't meet your expectations.

　Philip lowers his head.

'Never mind,' I'm about to say that, when I suddenly become curious about the back room.

'That room is so tight, what kind of people are in there?
Oh, there you are.

　Philip said, "At least to apologize," he used a key to open a small double window in the innermost room to reveal the inside.

''This is the assassin in the service of the female duke who was recently executed. Because she had been unilaterally bound and forced to perform assassinations under a servitude contract, she herself was ruled innocent of the crime and came to our chamber of commerce to avoid execution.
Assassins?　Hmm.

　I peer inside.

　...... brown skin, long hair that is a mixture of white and purple, slit sharp trichrome eyes, full and taut breasts, artful waist neckline, and toned legs.

　She stared back at me through the small window with only her jittery eyes moving without changing her cold expression.

　There she was--.

...... dark elves.

Yes. I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make it work. I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make your life easier and more fun for yourself. I am.

　Does that mean you can't attack ......?
　But if you're a dark elf, you're not going to get a buyer?　Why?　If she's this beautiful, it seems like a lot to pull off.

'You'll be in trouble for being so loud and regulated.

　Philip said and laughed in annoyance, hahaha.

　...... Ah. I see. It's the one Sylvia was talking about a while ago called "discrimination against beastmen and persecution of dark elves". Did the Castal Kingdom enact some kind of regulatory law to counter that?

　In other words, in the current trend, it's not just treating dark elves as s*x slaves, but rather just taking them as slaves, and that's very bad for the outside world.

''Show me your status.''

　I urged her to take the opportunity.
　She reluctantly complied.

"............ way.

　The first thing you'll notice is the very high DEX. Next, his STR and INT are also quite high. Dark elves are good at magic and combat arts, which is exactly what they are set up to be.

　But I wonder why. She also has pretty high LUK and AGI.

What skills do you have?
...... daggers, archery, sorcery, thread manipulation, and assassination.

　She muttered. Her voice was clear, a little low and cold, with an air of coldness in it.

　Ah, I was convinced. The unusually high DEX is because she has raised 【String Manipulation】 in addition to 【Bowmanship】; the reason her AGI is also high is because she has raised 【Assassination Technique】.

　So her growth type is more likely to be 'Blacksmith'.

　.............

　So, if there is.

　...... Yeah. It hurts a bit to say that you can't attack, but if you focus on blacksmithing, well, it's okay. That's what I'm talking about, having her take care of me like a maid, and supporting me in many things other than combat ......

　............ Okay.

　I made a decision and opened my mouth.


"How much is she worth?