Kokugensou wo Item Cheat de Ikinuku

Near the city square, the planned construction site of the Sawakai Chamber of Commerce (just a vacant lot by the name of)

There stands the front carriage, me and Dr. Lyle.

And thirteen small slaves who came in piercing clothes like a borough cloth in front of them, tied and aligned in the foot chain.

This is all the assets of the Sado Chamber of Commerce today.

The slaves, tied to chains and crouched with a dead look, are too painful.

I said let the slaves go.

Dr. Lyle stopped me saying I should never do that.

"Look, the kids here are the worst slaves"

"Isn't that too much?"

"I'm not overstating it. Look, I haven't checked yet, but you can bet, but these thirteen are all girls."

How do you know? Well, Dr. Lyle is someone who understands everything.

"There's a reason why we know, first of all, if a man eats and fattens even a skinny child, he'll soon be a slave to heavy labor"

"Adult men can use it as a workforce right away, and women over the age can work down and sell it to whorehouses if they look even better than they do."

"But such a thin, dirty, skinny girl is useless as a normal slave. Probably the slave traders were carrying them to the mines because they weren't fit to grow them."

"Even girls have a use for it when it's a mine?

"There are also small holes in the pit that only children can get in. There's a lot of demand in places like this because they work kids day and night and they can't use them right away."

With that said, Dr. Lyle glanced uncomfortably.

Even if we are not aware of human rights, it does not mean that people are not heartbroken by their tragic fate when it comes to slaves being treated like things.

Not to mention crushing children is such a terrible story.

If we just haven't cut it off, we can't live in this tough world.

"Earlier Lord Takel said he would let these children go, did you just think about what would happen if they were released here and now?"

"Uh..."

"There is absolutely no job in this city that they can do. I'm going to be a beggar homeless. If you can't stand hunger and steal food, you're already a criminal."

"Sorry, I didn't think about it"

I see, the Count was reasonably asking if it would be good to give him slaves over and over again.

Releasing these slaves irresponsibly now will not make anyone happy with just more guard work.

"Okay? You said you'd take it, so be responsible. The master of the slave is responsible for giving the slave a job and not starving him. My husband is Lord Takel."

"Okay, good luck and be responsible"

When I promised to undertake, Dr. Lyle finally smiled and handed me a lot of leather collars.

"The Count must have noticed a bit too by letting them take over useless slaves. He served me a collar for slave certification. Put this on everyone's neck and they'll replace their ID cards as slaves to the Sado Chamber of Commerce for now."

The rule, he said, is that slaves who are not citizens must wear a chain of hands or foot chains or collars certified to prove their owners in the city.

I can live in a safe city as long as I have my certification on.

It is ironic to say that it is safer to be a human slave (of all things) in an identity than a floater of a free people who is sometimes driven away from the city.

"Everyone is going to have one collar at a time because I'm going to unchain my ankles, and from now on, this Sado Takel will be your master!

When Dr. Lyle yells like that, he magically unlocks the chains of his ankles and goes around.

When I go on and go around wearing a brand new collar, they're all giving me their heads and putting them on.

Is that how you are educated, we are all like robots. We just push and move as we are commanded.

I don't know the piercing cloth (or cloth cut) that my hair is also wearing, or the original color because of the thin dirt, they all look gray. | Is the ash of Princess Ash (Cinderella) coming from this kind of gray?

Although Cinderella in the play was lively even if she was jerked off by her bad stepmother.

All these kids have dead facial expressions and eyes.

They're all worn out outfits, but like putting on new clothes, they don't fit all of them.

I still need to buy more, I peek into my wallet and I look sinister.

All you have to do is make money again.

One of them had a monster tearing his clothes to bits, and he was walking half-naked while dragging a cloth.

It wasn't much, so I left the gray ratman cloak (slightly waterproof and fire resistant) that I use for my rain feathers woven from the top.

Well, what's going on?

Louise came to us thinking ahead of thirteen slave girls.

"What, were you here? I got an amazing amount of meat and skin in the front carriage if you like..."

Louise pushes silently, glancing at the slave girls, then comes to me and peeks at my face jizzily.

What is this, silent pressure stop.

"I got a slave. Because all these kids will be employees of our Chamber of Commerce."

"Hmm, well, let's buy a big pot"

Louise says so and laughs with inclusiveness, as she remembers something kind of funny.

I don't know what Sister Louise says and does every time.

Well, I guess it makes sense because Louise says so.

The lack of explanation is usual, so as I was told I would go out and buy a large pot and then help carry the meat and skin.

Zorozolo and the slave girls follow us after our front carriage.

They don't seem to escape, even if they're not chained for now.

Returning to the battle scene earlier, the intense fighting had ended and was more tragic than a condition full of corpses.

The guards have cleared the burial of the dead merchants.

Different sights of green skins and soil aug skins lined up sloppily.

Louise's masterclass demolition skills allowed her to dry neatly side by side without a minute's waste.

Next to it, pink aug guts and meat are like mountains.

I remember the autopsy of the frog and it made me sick.

I feel worse about the green skin in the shape of a beautifully arranged person than a sea of blood called some guchar.

What kind of tool do you use this skin for?

Well, let me use the fat that seems to get rid of the oil for the soap ingredients.

"Negotiated with the guards, gave them the sword the monster had, and told them to get the stick of the tree over here."

They say the big wooden stick that Auga was swinging around is just right for burning trees.

The guards didn't say they wanted the auga meat after all.

If you take the ash juice from the ashes after burning the wood and use it as an ingredient for the soap, there is no waste.

That's Sister Louise.

"I'm just gonna boil my guts in a big pot."

Yes, yes, I thought so.

Louise's favorite, the monster's gut dish.

Fix the pan cleverly with a large auga tree stick and simmer gutsy in the incineration.

Slave girls just watch it shabby.

(Slaves don't move unless you order them)

Dr. Lyle gives me insignificant advice.

I want you to stop breathing in my ear because I feel weird.

But I really want you to do more. The teacher smells good, and it freaks me out.

Complex manhood.

Oh, yeah, we need to order the slaves.

"Guys! In the meantime, try to find dead grass and pieces of wood that are going to burn around here with me. Don't stay out of sight because it's dangerous."

There are no trees growing in the wilderness, but small pieces of wood that fuel are falling.

I recall the day I first met Louise as I pulled the slave girls together to look for pieces of wood, too.

That was a crazy dog, but the guts of human-shaped monsters are resistant.

I wonder if I can help to live in another world.

When I picked up the pieces of wood and went back, I was ready for some gut soup with the auga.

It's a simple dish of monster meat, guts and salt only, but I'm afraid it smells pretty delicious.

But the guts of ghost monsters just don't break your stomach.

When I pointed that out, Louise told me to "lend me one detoxification potion".

When I gave it to them as they told me, I poured a bottle of detoxification potion into the large pot and said, "That's it."

Too sumptuous food.

Then we all ate together.

We don't have enough wood plates, so it's in order to eat.

I'll be the last.

I'm pretty resistant to eating meat from humanoid monsters, but the slave girls don't seem to be.

I am happily cool with my rationed gut.

I wonder if you were hungry.

When I looked closely at the child waiting, I was drooling Yodale.

It's kind of pitiful, but I don't know what to do with this.

When they all finished their meals, it was totally night.

Because there is also skin treatment and I don't leave it to dry meat.

Surrounded by burning trees like this, we were set to go wild today.

There is a word for eating the same pot of rice.

As they surrounded the pot and hit the burning tree together, the slave girls' tenacious expressions faded as well.

Maybe I finally got a new environment and settled down.

This is a good opportunity for me to bite and talk to everyone to include.

The Sado Chamber of Commerce shall make and sell gunpowder and soap.

What I want everyone to do for now is help me make and sell soap.

Work teaches from scratch, and it's not that difficult.

If it is decent, guaranteeing clothing and accommodation.

I guess this is what it is for now. I'm worried if you're really asking me if I can keep my mouth shut.

At the end of the day, I encouraged him to say anything he didn't know, trouble or anything he wanted to say, if any.

"Oh, um... I, the slave trader, am"

Among the slave girls, the big boy with the eye raises his hand and says:

I'm surprised you said that all of a sudden.

"No, a slave trader. You were either on the selling side."

I thought I was bogged down and went in, but my scratch is terrible, too.

"No... yes, not me, was a merchant's daughter before a slave"

The kid with the big amber eyes seemed kind of very hard to talk to.

Yeah, but something, this awful feeling, I can tell.

During the summer vacation, I played and pulled all the way out, and for the first time in a long time, they said, "Do you want to warm me up" at the convenience store, and my voice was faint and I couldn't say anything about it.

I'm sure they told me not to talk the whole time.

People don't talk all the time, they forget how to talk.

"Well, you have business experience."

"The store was attacked by robbers…, bankrupted, entire family, sold"

Wow, heavy, I don't know what to give back.

"If your husband is going to be in business, I can calculate."

"Well, you're telling me you can help me with accounting"

"Yes......"

You finally thought you were done talking about what you needed, Slave Merchant, and you sat around tired.

From there, for some reason, one hand after the other, began talking about the frontiers before they became slaves to the slave girls, and they all began talking about episodes until they were sold in turn.

Bankruptcy, collapse, deceit, betrayal, sale, family separation.

Blah, blah, blah. Everybody's too miserable, too heavy for me to say.

By the way, thirteen previous histories include one daughter of a merchant, two daughters of a soldier, one daughter of a florist, one daughter of a miner, one daughter of a bakery, one daughter of a whore, and six daughters of a beggar.

It was a surprising begging rate, about half of which is terrible to beg for.

It's true what Dr. Lyle said about irresponsible renunciation makes you homeless for begging.

And then when I talked about my soldier's daughter, I was surprised that Louise, who had been listening in silence, changed her blood phase and started asking questions.

It is rare that she, who is always calm, becomes emotional enough to tremble her voice.

Apparently they were both the daughters of soldiers in the Wang capital, caught up in whether their parents were factional or power fights, punished for no blame, and each clan romantic party, they were dropped into slavery.

Too many really tragic stories.

Louise, who was listening to the two of them with a sinister face, when she finished listening.

"I'll take the two of you"

I started to say.

Before asking me, my husband, I was Sister Louise, around the time I had already decided to pick it up.

That's good, but Louise didn't really care about slaves, did she?

I hope you can tell me why I let you in so suddenly.

"Do you mind if I raise you two as warriors?"

"Well, I don't mind."

Is it because of my permission, Louise gives the sword to the two soldier sons suddenly?

Sounds like some kind of warrior has a way of doing that, and the two of them were receiving short swords with trembling hands when they knelt down to Louise.

I was listening to Louise. Dr. Lyle laughed.

"Then why don't I teach this kid medicine that I was a flower dealer?"

Say something like that.

"It's similar to remembering and collecting wild grass, and discerning and collecting medicinal herbs. It may be aptitude. And this kid, maybe it's his fault..."

Looking at the flower seller child jizzily, Dr. Lyle says.

"Something bothering you?

"No, weeds and herbs won't sell as high as soap, but if you're going to do business, you'd better have more repertoire of products"

He said if Louise and the others went hunting as warriors, there would be less danger of walking in the field.

I'm really interested in picking that herb, too.

Well, I'm me. Do you have a job?

I don't want to make soap, and if I don't keep the nitrous stones near here, I won't be able to supply them.

"Well, I'll plant soap and all sorts of things for the other kids."

There are plenty of ingredients to make soap, and how good fat is for soap with Auga is another experiment.

Thus, the activities of the Sado Chamber of Commerce began in the city of Est.