Chapter 148

Chapter 148: 148

“Huh, slaver? I’m a little nervous.”\n

Ciel and I were playing (deflected), and we told Ciel that we named our new kid Frem, and now we’re on our way back to town.

“Nya-yay.”

Are you there for me?

“Thank you, I’ll find someone good for the trip.”

I need to find someone absolutely good for Ciel, Sola, and Flem.

“All right, you can go anyway.”

I can’t help but be anxious here, let’s just go and think about it.

It stops once in a place called Walk A Little More To Town.

“Ciel, thank you for sending me. See you tomorrow.”

“Nya-yay.”

Ciel rings one, licks Sola and then disappears into the back of the woods with freshness.

Is that it?

I’ve never licked Sola before.

View Sola.

Are you surprised, staring at the back of the woods without moving even Pickle?

I knew it was the first time.

Well, it’s not a bad thing, okay?

“Sola, let’s go back”

Point your gaze at my words, Sola.

And he started vertical exercise at a tremendous rate.

Eh, is this delightful or angry…

In the meantime, let’s wait until we calm down.

“Calm down?

“Puffy.”

Good.

It’s the usual Sola.

Return Sola to her bag and go back to town.

I thought about asking what Ciel thought of his behavior, but I stopped it.

Also excited? I’m in trouble if they do.

Let’s take it easy.

The gatekeeper looked at me and gave me a very reassuring look.

Were you so worried?

I feel somewhat sorry for you.

I hope we find the offering soon.\n

Slightly off the town’s boulevard, there are three slavers lined up.

However, as I heard yesterday, one house is closed because it is crushed.

One of the two remaining houses, comes before the Gorga slave trader.

Take a small, deep breath before entering the store.

When I came in, it was normal.

I didn’t imagine anything in particular, but it’s really normal.

However, the product won’t be on the shelf.

“Oh? Welcome. I’m Gorga, the shopkeeper. What can I do for you?

After all, here again, the shopkeeper gave me a bewildered look for a moment, either because of my appearance.

But that’s the store owner.

Soon the look disappeared and now she’s smiling.

“Uh, for the journey… oh, not the letter, but the reference”

What are you still saying when you get nervous?

“It’s okay. Slowly.”

This tension seems to be conveying, and the store owner will talk to me slowly.

Mr. Schiffer, you’re just introducing him.

“This is it.”

Pass me a bullet with references and conditions, written by Mr. Sifal and Mr. Ratlua.

Mr. Sifal said he would write to someone he knew, but the contents were references, no matter what he saw.

The shopkeeper checked the references and bullets and opened his eyes slightly, but it also went right back to normal.

“I’m a slave to the conditions that were written here, but there are about two of them. But one of them is a woman.”

I am told that it is not possible in the case of women.

He said the damage would only double.

“Excuse me, man, please”

“That’s right. The other is a 40-year-old man, isn’t he? Do you want to talk about it?

“Uh, can I just see it for a second?

“See? Yeah, I’m fine. This way.”

Inside the room guided are several slaves.

It’s like living together.

Something completely different than I imagined.

“What about that kid? New kid?”

“No, sir.”

“Yeah, that’s who I bought it for! What, really?

One young woman who is pretty excited, probably in her early 20s.

Others are men in their late 20s and women and men in their 40s or so. \nProbably who the man was talking to.

I just wanted to see it from the shadows, but I just got eyes and eyes.

Hmm?

Don’t feel any discomfort.

Softly touch the bag containing Sora and Flem.

I can’t imagine where I’m with these kids.

“What do you think?

The shopkeeper talks to me.

Because of the way it looks, I’m probably confident that it fits the conditions perfectly.

What should I do?

In this slaver, this man is the one who fits the criteria, right?

But I still feel different.

Can I say no?

Both Mr. Ratlua and Mr. Sifal said to choose who they think is “this guy”.

Even try to stop it if you feel any anxiety or discomfort.

“Excuse me.”

Shake your head to the side of the store owner.

“Really? Would you like to see something else?

“No, because I’m not going to change the terms. Thank you.”

“Okay. I’d like to introduce you to Lord Sifal. I can’t say I can’t.”

“Excuse me.”

“No, because it’s for the journey. It’s only natural to choose carefully.”

Ha, I was wondering what I would do if I was highly recommended, but it looks okay.

I’m glad Mr. Sifal wrote you a letter of introduction.

Thank you and apologize again and leave the slave trader.

“Phew.”

In the meantime, I decided to have someone call me if they fit the criteria.

And they’ll see if the other slaver fits the criteria.

He was a better man than I thought.

But I’m mentally tired.

… you want something a little sweet.

“Shall we go to the stall? Or shall we make something?”

If you rely on my previous memories, you will surely be able to make something.

I’m just really mentally tired today.

\nThe atmosphere is not very good.

It doesn’t seem to be a fight, but Mr. Druid’s face is in danger.

It’s more of a look of regret than that.

I’m starting to peek, but I’m worried about his expression.

I just feel bad about watching it.

When I was lost, I saw a man pushing Mr. Druid hard on his shoulder.

Besides, you lost your arm.

Worst case scenario, what is he?

I don’t know what the circumstances are, but you can’t do that as a person!

Anger brings blood to my head.

Nevertheless, you can’t stick your neck in people’s circumstances.

Calming his feelings, the man went away in an atmosphere that made a fool of Mr. Druid.

“Kind of annoying”

That’s right.

Get out of the square and approach Mr. Druid.

He was looking down a little and erasing his expression.

“Good Morning”

“What… Ivy. Uh.”

“Good morning. Would you like to take a break with me?

“… break?

“I’ve been to the slave traders since morning. I was so tired of my heart that I almost ate something sweet and took a break. Let’s do it together!

Let’s be nervous and the words sound a little strange.

Well, I don’t care. I don’t care.

“… Huh, Kukuk. Right or a break. Right.”

Mr. Druid’s shoulders are trembling trying to contain the laughter.

I’m horrified by the way it looks.

“But bring your own sweet things.”

“Ahahahahahaha, ok. Shall we go buy something?”

“Yes, I bought donuts, but the treats next door seemed delicious”

Mr. Druid nodded at me with a laugh.

We stayed together for a little while and I thought, he likes to be relied upon by people.

It’s more like being relied on to calm down than like it.

So it sweetens me.

That would increase your sinking mood, too.

… but I’m not used to it, so I don’t feel comfortable.