Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

Illegal slave trade

In any case, the female slave trade was the main event in Sangula.

"This woman is a very vicious impostor, she says that the money she hammered on her own is worth millions of gold!!! I can't wait for that righteous guest to buy this scammer and punish him! Of course, that kind of punishment, hahaha!"

At the instruction of the moderator, employees who looked like murderous robbers pulled a rope around the neck of a female slave.

- Glug.

Then a female slave in a shining garment began to waver. Is that what education is all about? It's a very unpleasant scene, but it's nothing but karma if the fraudster is right as the moderator is now showing the deed.

Those cheeky bastards who are legally enslaved and tied to the hearts of the innocent deserve to suffer forever. Fraudsters? We should kill them by slaying them in the ground, not by slavery.

Originally, criminals had to be killed or enslaved.

Extremely peaceful, without any sin. Their neighbours and their families. And the Congolese, who loved nature and their friends, suddenly fell into hell because of the Belgians.

The Belgians were simply boiling innocent Congolese children alive for fun and entertainment, or abducting them to cut off their limbs. The innocent Congolese were enslaved by the Belgians and subjected to infinite suffering. In Belgium, it was fashionable to crush the skull of a kidnapped Congolese newborn.

That is absolutely unforgivable.

Legitimate slave trafficking is a legitimate punishment.

But what about the illegal slave trade?

I'm doing what the Belgians do.

This is what the Western empires used to do when they drove black people into the sugar cane fields. That is unforgivable no matter what... But this Sangham is accused of illegal slavery and is where the pagan skeptics work.

I doubt it.

"I'll start the auction!!"

"Ooooooooooooooooooo!!"

"Ohhhhhhh!"

"Here! Look here!"

An auction was held with fanatical shouting.

The guests took a strict look at the beauty of female slaves. This attitude is clearly different from the customer who just bought bandits to use in the mines.

It's for entertainment purposes.

"Ho... that's fine. I like your golden hair. Assault theft and murder? Those evil bitches should calibrate me with my cock bat."

"Hahahaha! You have a nice mouth! Yes! Those bitches should be raped without cause and punished! To make atonement!"

"Justice is alive with our dickheads!!"

As the auction escalated, the masked guests spit on each other and grabbed their fists.

After much observation, the moderator introduced the slaves to the procedure, as if they had to keep the law unconditionally. Show me the stamped deed and read it all. It is endlessly showing that this is a legitimate slave trade.

Is this why you are not questioned?

Is this how you disguise yourself?

I don't know for now.

And I don't see that pagan.

I don't think there's anything else to see.

What's suspicious is the basement and upstairs...

Let's go to the next plan.

I went to the door to go right outside.

"Hmm? Guest? Are you leaving?"

The staff who was guarding the door said so.

"I don't like it today."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Next time, it must be... then your name..."

"..."

I went out without saying my name.

"Guest!"

An employee called from behind, but didn't really try to catch me. Why don't you go out and say your name?

Then the wife returned to the place where they were waiting.

"What, you're here sooner than I thought?"

"Uh, sister. Just go back. I didn't find anything suspicious."

"Yeah? But you're going back?"

Karin laughed at his head.

"Where's Cat?"

Claudie said.

"I'm going to do a little intrusion. I've been looking at the slave trade, but it doesn't seem to be a problem. So check it out for yourself."

- Glug.

I immediately took off the robe and wore a mask. What I'm wearing right now is a black suit. I deliberately picked out clothes that were easy to move.

"Ambush? Are you okay?"

"It's not hard. I think I'll be late, so I'm going to go to bed first."

I'm more confident in getting on the wall than Spider-Man.

You could break into a skyscraper window or you could go up to the roof and break in. I can't let myself in. Even the supernatural body would be perfect for an intruder.

So I sent my wives back to Sanghala and looked around.

Fortunately, the staff were only guarding the front door and were not patrolling or doing so to other parts of the building.

Is this how you feel?

Taking some time to observe in more detail, I noticed that the back of the building was completely empty. I saw all the windows on the 3,4,5 floor. On top of that is the roof.

Let's go this way.

- Pa!

Jumped straight to the outer wall of the third floor and crawled on the wall like a cockroach to check the window.

"..."

Once the slave retailer used 1,2 floors.

In other words, I think I have an office or something from the third floor, but I put my head in the window and it looked like it was a hallway. It was dark because the faint complaints were on, but everything seemed clear to my eyes.

There's no one in the back corridor on the third floor.

- Outbreak.

- Sasasasat!

It was a night, and I didn't feel popular and I was dressed in black, so I didn't think there was anything I could do to be careful. That way, I looked through the walls of the Sangulla building like a cockroach, crawling through all the windows I could see.

If I knew this was going to happen, I'd bring black chewing gum and stubble.

- I...

Anyway, there was something like an office on the fourth floor.

Every time I check a room, people are sitting at their desks doing something. An executive? I checked their faces, but unfortunately I couldn't find a pagan. I think I might be somewhere... Well, you'll find out.

I finally went up to the roof.

"Whoo."

Riding around the exterior walls of the building like a cockroach, checking windows everywhere.

This was not a normal human thing to do. Nevertheless, a powerful body made this a reality.

It is indeed a superhuman force.

Anyway, there was no lock on the rooftop door.

- Yikes.

I opened it right up and went down.

Once you have an approximate structure with the window, there will be no problem as you can run or hide through the window.

As I went down, I constantly checked for popularity and sound. It's hard to get caught. We need to sneak in first. If a puppy like the duchess is wandering around in the building, you should be careful.

Information gathering is impossible when caught.

- I...

I usually heard something, but I didn't think anyone was coming this way. I'm sure because I'm detecting it. That's how I walked down the dark corridor on the fifth floor.

Without any footsteps.

- I...

There were a lot of doors there.

It's like the iron doors of a prison.

These are iron doors that have a small rectangular gap at the eye height so that the inside can be checked.

There was an office on the fourth storey.Is this where you made something different? Unfortunately, there was nothing to check through the fifth floor window.

- Argh!

It was then.

There's a scream out front.

The building was so large and there were so many rooms that it seemed empty on this side, but there seemed to be someone there. I went that way with care not to get caught right away.

"Please! Please... stop! I'm not a slave!"

"Khhh, you're a noisy slave. I need proper training."

There was no one in the hallway, and the room heard that sound. I carefully looked inside using the gaps in the door.

"Please...! Please! I was just kidnapped! I didn't commit a crime! Argh! Don't do this! Release me!"

"Yes, I want to cry more."

- Ugh!

"Argh...!"

It was a B.C. club for good, and a woman was being tortured for bad. It was the view from the inside.

The woman of Naughty was being tied up. And the man was being whipped to death. It is not a whip used to play like that, but a murderous whip made to punish sinners.

- Argh!

Blood splashes, screams burst.

"Argh...! Please! Please! I am not a slave..!"

"Fuchh! All criminals don't say that. I'm afraid I still haven't felt sorry for you."

A woman complained of injustice and pleaded for abduction. In contrast, the man whipped without even measuring what he heard.

"..."

That... hmm...

He claims to have been kidnapped, but the truth is unknown.

The criminals cry out that they are unfair even to the moment they are caught because they are audacious. But even the unjust actually say it's unfair when something unfair happens.

I can't judge the truth for now.

It's just suspicious. There's no evidence.

If it's true that she was abducted, we have to stop her, but if she's really been enslaved and sold as a criminal, it's more than karma.

- Studies!

"Argh!!"

Let's move on to this.

I don't know right now.

For the sake of disguise, Sanghala seems to be legitimately airborne.

Rapidly gathering other information and uncovering the truth will help to free the unjust imprisoned here.

- Glug.

At that time, there was a sound of something dragging the cart from over there, and it quickly hung out to a nearby window. Confirmation showed no popularity outside the building.

- Argh!

- Glug.

The sound of the cart is buried in the screams.

The cart came right to the front. Is there anything you can do with the cart here? Home-service? With that in mind, I carefully raised my head to check the inside of the window.

- Glug.

The cart was heading that way.

I saw the back of a worker pulling a cart, and the inside of that cart looked like a bloody man's arm... No shit?

What is that?

I couldn't see it properly because of the rear view, but the human arm squeezed out of the cart. Immediately awaiting it, he went inside, killing the sound, following the back of the worker pulling the cart.

- Glug.

I was sure I was after him.

The cart contained a fresh body.

"Haam."

The laborer sighed without even knowing that I was following him and dragged the cart to the front. What the hell is that? There's a body coming out of this fifth floor? Soon the laborer returned to the corner. It also followed, and I tracked it to the end.

The structure of the fifth floor was more complex than imagined.

The worker moves very skillfully and pulls the cart. I constantly tracked the location of the window.

How much it moved.

- Ugh.

When the laborer stops at the dead end of the road, knock on the wall. The right wall opens when you hear that sound. It was just as big as a book, and there was a lever in it.

- Bloop.

The laborer pulled it.

- Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

With it, a dead end was opened.

.. There was a secret passage.

A dead end was opened, but there was no way out. What came out was a hole that looked like a garbage inlet.

- Clumsy.

The worker took a cart into it and shook the contents down the inlet. - Clumsy, clumsy. I heard that as the body fell. After confirming that, I immediately turned around and quickly walked out the window that was far away and hanged myself. The window was a bit far away because it was in the deep.

Anyway, I'm processing the body with a secret hole... This stinks.

- Glug.

As time passed, the sound of the cart began to approach. I saw that the laborer was on his way back. I continued to ride in the atmosphere, then went back inside at the right time and returned to the dead end.

- Dead-end.

There was nothing like a blood stain that the worker cleaned.

- Knock.

I knocked on the wall imitating what the laborer did earlier.

- Click.

Then the lid opened, and the lever appeared. Pull it right in, Glugg-Glug. The road is open.

The smell of dark blood.

The `garbage inlet' was soaked with blood and small flesh, and there was a familiar, unpaired blood flow down there. Given the approximate height... it looks like it's connected to the basement.

I don't know what it is, but there's a body on the fifth floor, and this body inlet is secretly set up, and a worker who looks very familiar with it dumps the body at this inlet.

And the body fell underground.

This was murder beyond suspicion.

Of course, there may be legitimate punishments for the slaves you bought, but it is strange to do so in this space, and I also suspect that there are specialized mortuaries.

Is it possible to use slaves from criminals to provide a legitimate scene of murder entertainment for perverted rich people?

- It gives you a place to kill as many slaves as you like.

This may be a strange story, but using slaves from criminals is not morally condemnable and punishable. The owner has the right to escape death just as the slaves are from the villain.

It is such a world.

Only if this is` legitimate `.

If you were abducting people illegally and putting the victims into the entertainment of that murder... this is a pagan equivalent of the Belgians.

I'll have to kill them all.

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