Mobile Fortress Saratoga ~Silvery Sword Princess Became My Servant.

Tied to a tent strut, the girl is neat.

Slightly disturbed, but dark hair like silk thread. A neat nose beam as if it had drawn a fine line with a single stroke. The lashes (eyelashes) from the bottom of the closed eyelids (eyelids) are long, and the girl has an elegant face.

But on the slender body covered with crude piercing clothes, countless moles (bruises) were sarcastically clear that she was a commodity, combined with hiding from the gaps in the rough fabric of sewing and not having a single scratch on her face.

When a slaver man grabs the girl's hair on the back of the head in a rampage and causes her head, a bloody spit goes down her throat, which means that the girl can be weakened by her cheeks.

"This defective product! I'll burn your throat by the end of the day."

A small whimper leaks from the girl's mouth into the words of the slaver man, gradually wetting the ground as a large tear.

The plate of wood pieces, lowered from the girl's neck as punishment, said:

"Liar Marie"

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"Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh"

"Calm down."

As soon as Kisk returns to his room, Hayza calls out "O".

I'm not raising my roar.

I just couldn't get to the "or" back home.

This is a room in an inn in the corner of the Gergios Platter. It's nothing more than a room where the Nanashi and the others stayed until the other day.

After taking the room, Kisk was out of town to gather information, leaving Hayza to take care of Fanassard.

"Oh, welcome home. What's up, dude?"

While removing his sword from his sword belt, Kisk squeezes his shoulder.

"What's the matter, there are some of these things. Your childhood friend, uh, Nanashi, he did something."

"Nanashi, what's wrong?

"Bounty neck. That's a lot of money, too."

Surprised by the words, Hayza embarks on herself by trying to clog herself up.

"Hey, why?

"That's why I heard that! He's about to attack Saratoga because he's anonymous. The whole town was full of rumors."

"Hey Nanashi is in Saratoga after all..."

"Sounds like it. It's time for Gergios to attack Saratoga, and we'll have to step in there again."

"Yes, when?

"Come on, I don't know about that, but it's this distance. Even this evening a raid will be possible. I hope so... while we're stepping into Saratoga, I don't know how convenient it is to take care of people who take care of me."

That's what I say, I look to Fanasard, who is standing on his bed with a small sleep.

Once I removed the net that was wrapping my hair around, the Kisks didn't know how to put it back, and now it looked like a giant mop of gold laying on the bed.

"In the meantime, why don't you stay in the slave market?"

"Me, too, yes, I'll go. I'll leave it to Mr. Kisk about women and people, because I'm worried."

"You make it clear... Is it okay if I leave that little girl alone?

"Hazki is asleep well or okay from"

"Hazki?"

"Ho, I decided to call him 'Hazki' until I found out his real name. A name to be given to a girl born next, a desert, a people."

"Hmm, that's fine. In the meantime, it's better to hide that you're a desert people, soak up the hood."

"Wow, okay."

When the two leave the inn, a leaning yang paints the ground, a clear shade of black and orange. Already in the evening. If we don't hurry, the market will also close.

The two walked through the stadium early enough and headed to a square with numerous tents.

By the time we got there, a number of stores had already unloaded (climbed) and started preparing for the storefront. After locating several shops, Hayza said to retreat here, pointing to a flashy draped tent.

This is what it says on the drapes.

"If you are a young slave that can be used for a long time, go to the store of Cuquaro"

Kisk looks disgruntled.

"A shop specializing in kids. Seriously."

"Kee, Mr. Kisk's, it's better not to like it here, so"

With that said, he turned up his tent and went inside, and a shopkeeper-like man approached him with a rub.

"Whoa, are you in the store already?

"No, it's fine, what kind of slave are you looking for?

"Hey, I'm trying to make you babysit..."

While Kisk was interacting with the store owner, Hayza's eyes were nailed across the store owner.

There, a girl tied to a tent strut leaks a small whimper.

When he notices Hayza's gaze, the shopkeeper calls out to the back and says, "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

As she crossed in front of Hazel and into the back of the tent, the girl murmured, "Help me."

The plate that the girl was lifting from her neck falls at the foot of the kiss.

"Liar Marie?

"Oh, brother, that's him. I sold the corner, but it came back in a day. Come on. You can't do anything about it, but you're a royal human being, and you line up all the yabeye lies. I'm going to burn my throat because it won't sell like this. The price drops, but it's better than not selling."

Burn your throat. The moment he heard the words, Hayza jumped into the back of the tent, forgetting me.

"Yabe!

It was a flash of events but I figured out what happened to Kisk.

That's the captain. If the weak are about to be hurt in front of you, they must naturally try to help.

When Hayza rolled behind the tent, the girl tied to the wooden table was stuck with a funnel (basket) in her mouth and was still about to be poured into the bright red burnt lead.

Hayza's vision stains bright red with rage.

The next moment, bravery. Hayza spun her body like a dancer in the air as she jumped toward the man, releasing a weighted kick.

Suddenly, the man is kicked in the neck and rolls out through the tent fabric with the look on his face that is taken away from him.

The iron pattern (hiccups) that the man had in his hand rolled down to the ground, and the contents that were smashed were juggled right next to the table where the girl lay! Along with the sound, the hot air erupted violently, spreading (mandarin) scorching smelly air all over the room in an instant.

Hayza was called a 'pig' among the desert people because of her small, fat body shape and because of her stiffness, honest and, to put it badly, feeble, although that's what they tend to see, in fact, because of her untouchability when she was clean.

Later, the shopkeeper, who jumped up the tent with Kisk and came in, pulls the knife out of his nostalgia and stuffs it to Hayza.

"Omae! You think you can do this for free!

Hayza turns to the store owner, staring from between her bumpy hair. It doesn't even look like this.

Immediate one-touch air. But it wasn't the shopkeeper or Hayza who broke it.

"How much?

Kisk asked the shopkeeper as he put his body between them.

"What?

He said, "How many kids are there?"

The store owner replies alertly, throwing up.

"Three silver coins"

"That's expensive"

Kisk flaunts his shoulder.

More than double the average slave price. Not to mention the slave you just said was a defective product.

Kisk took a glimpse of Hayza,

"Well, it looks like four silver coins will come out of the nuisance charge. Well, I'm glad we got rid of the inventory, don't you think?

And after he said to the sigh mix, Hayza's head, which was taken aback, was beaten tight.

The remaining defective stock sells for more than three times the price. I can say that I make a lot of money with the cost of repairing my tent.

The shopkeeper said that he could not stop him from doing it, but turned to Kisk and said this in a great tone.

"Well, don't complain if you can have it."

As he nodded at the shopkeeper, Kisk turned to the girl with the funnel (basket) on her face and joked.

"You're a tall woman. Liar Marie."