A Slave Career Planner Can Be A Successful Profession

The next day I was on my way to the Merchant Guild with a few slaves, as usual routine (...).

Merchant Guild, that's a very large union of merchants that exists in the middle of Oasis Street. If you want to do business in Oasis Street, a trading city in the country of grace (Bakaristan), you must register with this guild of merchants, or you will be put out of business under administrative sanctions, and in some cases you will receive rope.

In other words, all merchants in this Oasis Street are (and are supposed to be) registered with the Merchant Guild.

The influence of the Merchant Alliance in Oasis Street, a city of merchants and dealings, was unusual.

(It's not like I don't know how it works here. I need to acquire the knowledge I need right now)

I looked around as I stepped into the Merchant Alliance.

Aim is the library of the Merchant Guild. The merchant guild of Oasis Street, a country of grace (Bakaristan) where people come and go, inevitably holds a large amount of books.

I'm going to read the book as little or as little as I need.

(Knowledge of the tax system, commercial law, would be mandatory. I also want to take a trip here to read other materials that may be relevant to the business every time)

You don't know how many days it will take to spread your hands too wide, so be careful to narrow down the books you read beforehand and keep only the knowledge you need in mind.

In that sense, the appraisal skills were very helpful.

Because.

[Commercial Law (Land of Grace (Bakaristan)), Fifth Revision]

A book of laws commonly set forth in the Land of Grace (Bakaristan), which deals with commercial law.

The revised part in the fifth revision is as follows:

-Chapter VI of the General Regulations Commercial Registration

- General Provisions Chapter VIII Miscellaneous Provisions

-Chapter I General Provisions of Commercial Practices

- Commercial Practices Chapter III Trading

Because this is right, just look at the back cover of the book and you get a rough overview.

What is the name of this book? How many years was it issued (how old the information is)? What is it about? And what changed if it was revised. It was quite convenient not to have to open the books to be sure of them.

In addition, the advanced search function of the appraisal option exerted its power.

[Commercial registration]

Registration for publication in the Commercial Register of commercial matters prescribed in the Commercial Code, etc.

Two types exist: registration of individual merchants, registration of chambers of commerce, etc.

In this way, if the word "Chapter VI Commercial Registration" in the earlier description of [Commercial Law (State of Grace (Bakaristan)), Rev. 5] cannot be understood, then an advanced search can be conducted to extract the information.

You don't have to read the book, you can pick up only the gist and find out more if you want to know more about it.

Thanks to this, I was able to start studying law quite efficiently.

(Just stop by for half an hour a day, but don't learn enough. Whatever. It's been four months)

Thirty minutes a day, this is the limit of study time that can be spent between miscellaneous tasks such as water transport.

Still enough. I was learning.

In the first place, the Merchant Guild is an organization for the mutual assistance of merchants, where, naturally, there are primers and so on that easily understand and chew up commercial practices and so on.

By looking for it and reading it, we can absorb knowledge efficiently.

(If I were you right now, maybe I could work as a big chamber of commerce legal employee)

With that in mind, finish your lesson for today and leave the Merchant Guild behind. Rendezvous with the slaves who kept them waiting in the name of rest.

I felt like I had to carry that heavy water with me again, but I felt like watching it now and carrying it back.

"... ku"

The water was still heavy.

Speaking of which, according to commercial law, it is illegal to impose unpaid work on commercial employees. If you're not an employee and you're a slave, it's not illegal to work without pay.

I mean, I guess in Marc's head, I'm a slave, so it's not illegal to work without pay.

(You mean slaves don't incur wages because they are the property of their masters?... common sense in this world is a little harsh)

But that's also until I become familiar with business laws, tax systems, etc. Enjoy the short time, I thought.

"Cleaning?

"Yes."

Marc scolded me in a tone that would grab my chest and threaten me.

At the end of his gaze is a tent where once all the curtains have been stripped and only framed. I woke up the slaves first thing in the morning and made them peel to clean now.

I'm sure Marc would have been surprised, because this is suddenly happening when he wakes up in the morning.

"What are you doing on your own! Hey, if anything happens, can you take responsibility? Ah?"

"I'm sorry. But I think I'm going to return the word, but you've already given me permission to do this."

"You're lying to me! Is that proof, too! Ah?"

"Even when I say proof..."

Marc's anger echoed well into the clear air slums of the early morning.

(But at yesterday's stage, I was supposed to get permission.... this guy, do you forget about that, or do you remember but you just want to yell at me)

With that in mind, I was looking sideways at a tent that had become only skeletal.

Of course, I did this all of a sudden for a reason.

First of all, this is how breaking it down to just the frame for better ventilation makes the interior of the tent ventilated beautifully.

In fact, until now, the tents of the lower slaves (large tents housing nearly thirty people) have not been ventilated much, so there have been quite a few problems with hygiene.

One thing was that not ventilating all the time produced moisture and the like, making germs and the like a breeding environment. Other times, the air was pretty bad, either because the lower slave had done the toilet with a properly dug hole inside the tent.

When you know how air is contaminated by your appraisal skills, it is enough to almost unwittingly draw your face.

Others, this way removing the tent's curtain, made cleaning the curtain itself a lot easier.

The tent is made of animal skin, but the fleas lived there and it was hard to clean. Once the tent was removed from its curtain and the fleas were thoroughly exterminated, it could not be eradicated.

I could ventilate and the tent curtain was all clean at once.

No heart or slaves can touch the fresh air, and I feel a little paler. Well, maybe that's because he said, "You won't be bothered by fleas from now on."

Marc was indignant when he told me that it would take an angry day to clean his hair.

He didn't care.

I could only guess that I just didn't care.

"You, suppose a customer arrived at the time you were cleaning, how would you take responsibility if the customer didn't buy the product because of the cleaning?

"I was losing it. I am truly sorry."

While I was telling you, I thought I was giving you permission yesterday, so I'll do it in the morning when there are few guests.

Besides, there can't be any visitors at this hour.

I can't even feel the signs if I don't look around right now.

That's why Marc's grandfather is only worried.

"You're kidding me!

One shot first. As expected, Marc hit me, so I spoiled it and accepted.

"... eh"

"You busy bastard! On my own! Don't bother me!

"Oh... sorry, no"

I ate my teeth and endured Marc attacking me one shot at a time with every slice of words.

I'm not bad at enduring it. Instead, I even think I've been largely trained in my spirit to endure in the last four months.

It's something we can no longer do. I can't help but get angry with this guy, so you better give up.

When I say I give up, it means I give up because Marc is this kind of guy.

It doesn't mean giving up resistance.

(... the slaves look at me too. This gaze probably pities me as the guy who did something stupid)

While I was being beaten, I felt a lot of gaze.

Slaves.

As well as the lower slaves who are coming out of the large tent once they are removing the curtain of the large tent, there is also the beginning and end of listening to the noise outside or the luxury slaves coming from the luxury slave tent (the luxury slaves are not pushed into the large tent unlike the cheap, expendable, lower slaves, but are treated carefully in the luxury tent).

At some point, I was watching Marc beat up with me all beaten up.

It's the junior slaves who look painful.

From them, they say that I take care of food, tent cleaning, etc., every day, and they take the tent off the curtain and clean it for them, but that's why I'm being blamed.

A little sympathy was there.

Thankfully, why did you do something so unsolicited?

It's pity that if you don't do that, you won't have to beat me up right now.

It's like seeing a kid of your choice, but he's got that look on his face, like seeing a kid younger than himself in an irrational way because he did something for us.

(Though I said I didn't have to have any sympathy. Because the deadly blow with appraisal skills can be painfully mitigated. - than that)

I was watching Marc as he hit me so hard.

Waving his arm dozens of times, it seemed about time he was tired of beating Marc, who was only a little out of breath and "chipped" and tongue-in-cheek.

He only had an inadequate look on his face for a moment that he didn't respond to hitting me more than he thought, but he immediately turns to the truth.

"Just clean it up!

Abandoned, Marc walked away.

I was left on the spot to finally catch a breath, and I went straight to the ground trying to take a break.

It was hard. No matter how much you spend, what hurts hurts.

For some time the slaves also looked at me with an indescribable look, but eventually they gradually left me as if they remembered their duties.

"... hey"

"Hmm?"

In the meantime, there was one slave who spoke to me.

Hetyra Lamier, a fancy slave of the Demon Nation, the woman in charge of the slave head of this slave store.

Hetyra, who has a calm atmosphere without much self-assertion, is a woman who can be counted on by all the slaves, and not so long as she doesn't know the truth.

She seemed worried about me getting beat up and depressed.

"Are you okay? I'm upset, but isn't my consciousness blurry?

"Oh Hetaira, this is ok...... pain"

"You can't push it. You can still slow down a little more by putting the curtain back on the junior slave tent."

"No, no, I don't mind"

It was a carefree Hetyra, but the psychograph of the appraisal skills says the reason she called me out is not "worried" but rather somewhere else.

"Hey, why did you do this?"

That's "doubtful".

"You don't have to do this, you don't lose money. Just keep the junior slaves feeling a little nasty. You're too popular."

"Oh, that's not true."

"Is it not?

"Yes. - I'm buying something money can't buy, I'm"

Hetyra had a strange look on my answer.

Actions to win trust.

We show our slaves the schematics of a suddenly violent husband (Marc) and a favorite small-time user (kid) who does something for us.

That way, even if I was moving in some shadow, it would probably be an action for everyone or an action that I gave permission to Marc, I don't need to force him to freshly reveal it and report it to Marc, rather if I did that, this little use would be abused again by the toys, so let's keep quiet - so he would mistake me.

(Of course, if we ventilate the tent and destroy fleas, Meena and all the junior slaves will be delighted, because there are)

Waking up my painful body, I got up thinking, well, from my usual water draw today, I'm going to have to do a 'one job' for my guild this time.

"Is that true?

"Yes, I actually made sure that it was obvious that she had stronger protection than the normal Beastman tribe. Probably a witch."

"Hmm, it would be true if your Lord was like that. … and more and more, it would be better to take this story. It's not something you can miss, even though it's from someone you don't even know."

……

"Why don't you give me a ride, Miloir? You think it's being used?

"No, but I thought it might be better if I didn't have to do this with Arioshuong."

"No. I'm Ariosh, Adventurer Alliance Oasis Branch Manager. Naturally, the eagle should move from hand to hand. … and yet."

"And?"

"I take care of new encounters. If the eagle moves directly, I'm sure I can tie a good edge. That's what I get."