Fun Territory Defense of the Easy-Going Lord ~The Nameless Village Is Made Into the Strongest Fortif

Gattagoto Gattagoto and the carriage move. The six of them are well-built carriages for leisurely riding. The interior is brown, white and accented with a red cloth.

The view of the city from the window is lively. Wooden buildings and stone church-like buildings. The carriage is also crossing. People are just normal people so far and I don't see any elves or beasts.

But I don't get tired of watching people dressed like merchants or wearing armor. I guess people who walk on ropes to people in worn out clothes are people with unusual sexual tastes. You sneer on the move, pervert.

And Till opened his mouth looking out just like himself from the carriage.

"Master Van, which way are you going?

"I want to see a big store"

Immediately answering the question, Till roars as he looks diagonally up.

"Big store...... then let's make it the Mary Chamber of Commerce. It's a big chamber of commerce with branches throughout the kingdom as well as this city. Most of the merchandise just goes to the Mary Chamber of Commerce."

"Oh, that's good! Till knows everything."

"So hehe."

I look out again as I give back a loving laugh to Till, who can shine his tongue out.

The voice of the people laughing at the merchant's hanging voice. It's full of life out there.

Looking out and watching a human, the carriage stopped for a while and a voice was heard from your lord.

"Here you go. You've reached your destination."

He said it in a way that was a little blurry. But like I said over and over again with my head down, it just doesn't sound like I'm good at saluting.

"Thanks"

When I say that and laugh, your man pulls his jaw and nods again and again.

"Heh, heh. Doh, go ahead."

And when he opened the door of the carriage, Till went down first. And pull my hand. I also feel the other way around, but if you look from the outside, it might also look like my sister is helping my older away brother.

When I got out of the carriage, the two soldiers who were immediately following me in the rear of the carriage lined up to the left and right.

"Thanks"

That's what I say and I look up.

There was a large stone building in front of me. It's huge. There's like a supermarket in Japan. That's two stories. Looks like a gym.

Open large double-open doors and detailed window frames are stylish and preferable inside.

Come on, let's go in.

That's what I thought, arrow tip, a yell echoed on the boulevard.

"Ooh, come on!

Turning unintentionally to that voice, unwilling to conceal his anger, there was a man walking with a string drawn from the other side of the street.

If you look closely, there is a dirty borough cloth moving behind the man. When I gazed further, I found out that it was a human child.

Well, even when it comes to children, they seem older than me.

When the man realized what we were looking at, he let the red face of the frightened thing flash for a moment.

"Hey, what is it? It's not a spectacle."

That's what a man says, and two soldiers hang their hands on a sword pattern. Frightened by it, the man did not show a scratch to pull.

While I feel the air straining heavily, I speak to the man.

"Hey. What about that kid? Why are they connected by strings?

When asked so, the man answered, looking a little anxious.

"This guy came here to sell as a slave."

To that word, I see Till. Then Till turned to the man with a difficult face.

"... is that your child?

"Oh, yeah. I'm sorry. I put my debt in his name. That's why you sell it."

And the man said that as a matter of course and pointed to the child behind him.

"... in the name of debt?

Raising the question mark, Till opens his mouth sadly.

"The Slavery Act only allows two types of slavery: slavery by debt and slavery by committing a crime. But for a long time, poor villagers and townspeople can't feed them. Kids sold as slaves and as a cost of living...... so they use debt transfer systems to make their children debt slaves"

That's how Till explained it and the eyes around him got slightly colder. But I can't turn my gaze or voice any harder than that, probably because slavery is pretty deeply rooted.

I mean, we're all used to seeing sights like this.

"Oh, this is... is this the son of the Marquis?

And a woman in her thirties or so who was inadvertently in the store gave a deep gratuity and said that. How did you know I was from the Marquis?

Till looks at Till as he tilts his neck, Till nods satisfactorily and answers.

"Exactly! This is Van Nay Fertio, the famous prodigy! Look, the crest of proof!

Till is happy to say so and point to my back. What is the proof? Confirming that, on the back of my lightly woven jacket was a pattern of swords on the silhouette of a big fat man and a cow. It is the crest of our Marquis family, the painting of the Warcraft Behemoth and the Devil's Sword to crusade it. No, I don't actually have that demon sword in my house just because there's such an anecdote.

And now I don't care about our crest or anything.

"... I was wearing this."

Why didn't you notice when they were making you change? Embarrassing.

When I am depressed, the woman who has greeted me smiles and looks up.

"It's still the Marquis'...! Come on, welcome to the Mary Chamber of Commerce! What would you like? I'll try to prepare anything for you! Oh, my name is Rosalee. I want you to know me."

Rosalie said so, bowing again in an upbeat mood.

"This is the Marquis..."

Second, when he heard a man groaning and turned his eyes, the man was about to retreat with a blue face.

I was trying to enslave my kid with the greyzone method, so I was wondering if he wouldn't be arrested or anxious?

With that in mind, I open my mouth to Rosalie.

"Just a question, okay? They came here to sell that kid as a slave, how many would that kid be?

When asked so, Rosalie looked at the man with a serious face.

"... you're about eight years old. How fitting for witchcraft?

When Rosalie asks, the man answers face to face.

"No, it's the magical aptitude of stealing."

"Well, you can't give me more than three big silver coins."

Rosalie responded instantly. To the word, the man argues with confusion.

"Hey, wait a minute! Any slave in that store got more than five big silver coins!? You're still young, so you can slave for a long time. It would be more expensive and obvious!

To such a complaint, Rosalie rings her nose and arms together.

"Every store buys less than half the price. The child should also give out three large silver coins. Six or seven large silver coins when selling, though. A woman would have doubled it, but a man and a small woman don't have a place to live, so it's cheaper with the cost of raising him."

When Rosalie told him so, the man bit his teeth and looked down at the child he had brought.

"Damn, I can't use it......! All right, I'll sell it for three big silver coins! Look, give me the money!

Saying so in a harsh way, the man sticks the child forward. Did he get pushed too hard, the child rolled forward, fell to the ground and moaned.

Look at that, Rosalie's eyes sharp and pointy.

"... wait a minute. You wouldn't treat me like that, would you? It's your kid, isn't it? A little gentle..."

"Ugh! Don't talk!

The man yelled back, blocking Rosalie's words. Buy words for sale, or Rosalee opens her mouth with her shoulders angry with anger exposed.

"Don't be ridiculous! You don't have to buy this one! If you want to sell it, you can lie to her..."

"Duh, this guy always makes fun of me too...! I'm not even gonna sell this to Temehe! Look, come on! We're going to another store!

"Ahhh..."

A man with a bright red face pulled a string, and the child screamed painfully.

"I'll buy it. Five large silver coins. What do you say?"

Unexpectedly, he said so. If that man takes you like this, the kid could be killed. Because that's what got me on my mind.

I see a man and Rosalie's face turn this way, and I see Till.

"Do you have money?

When she heard that, Till rushed out the bag of leather.

"Yes......! We have prepared gold coins for once!

That's what I say. Till I take out the engraved currency of a golden horse.

"No big silver coins? Five."

Confirming so, Till rushes to start checking inside the leather bag again. Laughing to blow out at it, Rosalie offered her hand to Till.

"Let's exchange it at our place. Leave it to me."

Rosalie said so, bringing Sassa ten large silver coins and giving her five to Till.

"Thank you for your generosity."

And slap five big silver coins on a man with words like throwing up and throwing it away.

The man looked cute again, but when he realized the great silver coin he had dropped on the ground, he hurried to collect it and walked away from the spot.

The child left behind doesn't know what to do and is squatting on the spot.

"... what's your name?

When I ask, the child looks up at me from the gaps in her blurry hair and squeals small.

"... Kamsin"