The Spearmaster and the Black Cat

One Hundred Fifty-Two Tales Fine Combat Slave

When we get out of the mansion with Cannellas, we go through the beautiful garden to the gate.

Then I saw a rectangular special carriage parked in front of the gate.

Oh, I've seen that big carriage.

Cannellas approaches the rear of that carriage and he raises one hand.

Immediately the rear door of the carriage opens up.

It's a sprinkled door.

A wooden talap stretches from the bottom of the carriage to the ground.

"I would like to proceed in this carriage. All aboard, please."

Cannellas shows a deep, unique grin, then walks over the tarrap into the carriage.

Big carriage.

"We're getting in, too."

"Mmm."

"Yes."

We follow Cannellas into the carriage.

The sofa chairs line up beside each other in the carriage.

There was also a small desk and a pocket in the middle.

The ceiling has a source of light for the lens.

In front, there is a square wooden frame window.

The back of the man who manipulated the reins was visible through the window.

But it's a fancy carriage.

Does it feel like a dedicated Rolls-Royce for VIPs to ride?

"Sa 'a, please sit down. We're leaving for the slave trade hall."

"Ah, ah."

I sat down on the couch just momentarily.

Everyone sits on a red brown leather sofa.

Eva is a magic wheelchair.

Stand by in the entered position.

I won't go too far behind the carriage to see how it goes.

Sitting nervously, Cannellas slammed the compartmentalized front of the carriage.

At that moment, the carriage runs out.

Maybe because the streets are paved streets......

The carriage doesn't shake as much as I thought.

Maybe it's a luxury carriage from around here.

With my thoughts on such a carriage, Cannellas talked to me.

"Mr. Shuya. What kind of slaves do you want?

What kind of slave.

Well, just hope.

"I'm going through the depths of the labyrinth... and if I may, I'd like a strong, beautiful slave."

And I said what I wanted.

The opposite cannellas moved one golden brow pickly,

"When it comes to depth, is it the eleventh hierarchy that is said to be the deepest at the moment?

And I've been listening back.

I don't think the eleventh hierarchy is quite possible.

For once, just ask.

"... would be nice to have such a deep and challenging slave."

"If you were a porter haulier just diving deep, you'd be rich in ordinary slaves."

Light affirmation.

Even though it's just luggage, are you there?

If the location of the crystal lens, which is the location of the metastasis, is it safe?

Cannellas continued the conversation as if she enjoyed my reaction.

"... but with combat slaves who can fight monsters that appear on the eleventh tier, you're just not there. Fighting slaves in the eleventh tier is a talent that even the top six want."

"That's right, isn't it"

"Yes, but there are a few veteran adventure-like battle slaves in my possession who have experienced up to eight levels… and the labyrinth is inexperienced, but there are quite a few slaves that I think are strong."

A combat slave with experience up to eight levels?

That would be ideal. I'm also concerned about battle slaves who are inexperienced but seem strong.

"I'm getting a little excited"

"That's survival. As a matter of fact, the other day, shortly after I said goodbye to Mr. Shuya, I used a variety of legends and bought up a usable combat slave, so I could prepare an underground auction class."

Seriously, you do it.

That's right, I just have hairy chest hair.

I'm not showing it to you now.

"… that's it, I hope"

Talk while watching Cannellas with praise.

"Yep."

Cannellas is the will of a slave trader or a confident smile.

After about an hour of merchant and customer conversation, the running carriage stopped.

The rear of the carriage lifts and the door opens. Tallap goes down to the ground.

I guess it's noon in time. The place looks like a boulevard.

Even from the carriage, a large number of people could be seen crossing.

"Here it is. Let's get down."

"Yes."

Everyone got off the tarap.

Cannellas, who confirmed the descended member, stretched his arms slightly,

"The red brick building in front of you is our trade hall, [Unicorn Slave Trading Hall]."

And, remarks.

Its commercial hall is made of a wide one-storey building next to brick tailoring.

Art deco style with symmetrical left and right sides.

The entrance is also lined with statues with spicy finishing touches.

It feels like a western hall inhabited by a noble nobleman.

"Okay, I'll lead the way."

Cannellas smiles uniquely about whether he gets satisfaction from our expressions.

The cannellas walked toward the mall when they thanked us.

We go on too.

"Mmm, the floor is easy to get into in the ground"

Eva talks as she wheelchairs down the ground through the front door.

Sure, the floor is like a concrete stone road.

Slope that leads to something. Accessibility.

I happen to think you're just making it accessible, but that's great.

Eva was moving the wheels smoothly.

"It's a little different, it's sloping."

"Mmm."

Eva nods too.

I guess there's no other way to make such a doorway.

Up that sleek stone slope, there was a large entrance door.

The main door is open to the left and right.

As Cannellas approached its doorway, servants appeared from within to greet Cannellas.

"Welcome home, sir"

"" Welcome home ""

"Oops. Those are the important customers I was talking to you about once before. Like no disrespect. We're going to the hall where the slaves are waiting."

"- Ha ha."

Cannellas enters the brick architecture as he accompanies his servants, behaving like a slave trader with his chest stretched out.

It was the person seen as the epitome of the servant who stood before us instead of Canelus, who disappeared in the back.

A tan-faced middle-aged man with gorgeous silver-haired all-back hairstyles and a beautiful shave off except for his jawbeard.

"Okay, gentlemen, this way, please."

The stylish servant greets us politely, turns his heels and continues down the corridor.

That was The Deacon's perfect move.

The place we were led was not a common guest, but a large hall.

Hall remodeled construction.

There were slaves there. Looks like he lives here.

From what I've seen...... the races vary.

There are large rooms in the hall separated by cage-like iron bars.

Everything was available in the separated rooms.

It's an iron cage, so I can see how life looks from the outside.

The clothing and living seem to be perfect.

I definitely think these slaves have a better life than the poor people who live like beggars outside...... they fought slaves just trapped in the iron cage space and seemed to live without any freedom.

When we enter the hall where such slaves live, our sights gather together from the slaves who lived there.

"It is the luxury slaves who are given this private room."

Silver-haired tan-faced servant explained it to me.

Private room. In a cage, but certainly luxurious household goods.

"Moros, that's enough, back off"

Cannellas approached us as he gave instructions to the tan-faced servant who was explaining to us.

"Ha -"

Is that servant Mr. Moros?

Mr. Moros quickly turns behind the cannellas and joins the line of other servants.

"Well, I'll gather them all in one place, so wait a minute, - you guys."

"Yes."

Cannellas was pampering his hands and giving instructions to servants, including Mr. Moros, who had immediately raised his head and then refrained behind it, once he bowed his head to us.

The instructed servants scatter in each room in the hall.

The fury of giving orders to the slaves echoed from everywhere.

And in one place, luxury slaves are gathered where we are.

... these are the fine slaves.

The first focus was on a race like the merger of a human race and a snake.

The lower body is a completely lateral thick serpent.

Snakes but beautiful scales.

The upper body is relatively close to that of a woman.

The scaly skin pattern that follows from the lower body extends all over the upper body.

The shapes and shades of that scale are well balanced and a little cool.

I have three distinctive tits on my chest, so my gaze was accidentally nailed.

A special bra bikini.

Supports three tits.

... Again, as president of the Tits Romantic Association, I can't help but pay attention to the unknown tits.

No, only once before, I saw a similar race in the slave market.

This one has different shades and scales.

Next up...... that big beast man.

The clothes are plump with Asian ethnic costumes, so the contents are not very discernible, but the muscles that are slightly visible from the toes and arms were a little thick.

It can also be said to be bone thick.

The tiger-shaped woman's face has a unique power, and it comes with a body that can be seen as a warrior type.

"These are the battle slaves. Go ahead, set the rules."

I'm already observing.

Cannellas was confidently speaking with his arms outstretched.

For once, I'll ask if you're okay to touch me.

"Are you okay to touch me?

"Yes, please don't hurt me"

Are you okay to touch it?

Well...... how do you choose.

At a time like this, it would be useful to have the appraisal skills Kazane, an astrologer who is also a reincarnator, had.

Even I have a simple analytical eye called Calleudoscope.

I also have Magic Eye.

"My Lord."

Suddenly, hermes appear in sight as they twirl around.

"What?"

"Is It Those Slaves Who Buy"

The little spiritual herme flies through the universe fluffy like a winged fairy, twirling around and looking at the slaves.

I'm not actually moving, but it's funny because it's such a move in my sight.

'... right. I'm gonna buy it.'

'Yes. You seem to have a few high magic vegetables'

Herme points his finger.

Check with Magic Eye. Sure, there's a slave on the right who manipulates dense magic in his body to move the magic.

Is that an elf?

"That blonde elf?"

"Yes."

'Later, I'll listen to you. Hermé can disappear from sight.'

"Ha."

The Spirit Herme disappeared from sight.

- Good, let's activate the calleudoscope of the right eye while doing the Magic Eye.

Then ask Eva to touch the slave she's looking for and find out as she explores their mood.

……

"... Shuya, aren't you going to look into it?

Rebecca asks me what I was thinking lightly with her readings and thoughts.

He was just watching, and he was concerned that he was silent.

"Yeah, I'll check it out. I was just thinking."

"Yes, I'm a party member too, and for once, I'll give you my opinion."

Rebecca said that when she put her hands on her chest great.

"Roger, I'm counting on Rebecca's divine power"

"Pup, what the hell is that?"

Rebecca was laughing, but I took a serious look and shifted my gaze to the slaves.

Touch next to your right eye with your finger.

Calleudoscope activated.

Right vision changes to blue with bright colors.

A frame display is added here and there.

We will look at slaves, large and small, who seem to be jade stone confused.

All life forms moving into sight were edged with lines and cursors were appearing.

Before you concentrate your consciousness on the cursor, ask for a little information.

"What is this person's race?

I ask, pointing my finger.

"The species is the Snake Nation (Lamia), a small number in the southern Mahaheim region, but many of its compatriots lived in the far east, in the Fujik Federation beyond Relic, and further northeast. However, following the Battle of Guldon, the prolonged war with Lizardman has eliminated my homeland, led me to be captured and sold by slave traders and come to Pernate with experience as a combat slave, and because of this, I am a former class B adventurer, going as far as the eighth tier of the Labyrinth"

Cannellas gave me a description of the species and information on recent developments.

"Heh."

Is the race in Lamia, going through the labyrinth eight tiers in Adventurer B?

That's quite a request you're making.

"Lamia, I've seen you in the slave market a few times."

Rebecca talks such irrelevant good information.

"Well, I've heard there's a lot of avant-garde classes in the basics"

Eva gave me some decent information.

"I see."

With information, I turn my consciousness to the cursor of the Snake Nation.

I'm going to scan the contents from my feet so I can do a CT scan.

My lower body feels like a mass of muscle. I'm not sure about the bone structure.

The upper body is as visceral as it looks.

Looks human.

It is also properly clear under the collar, and after the penetrating scan of the head,

――――――――――――――――

carbon-based napalm life form zch # # 7443

EEG: stable

Body: Normal

Gender: Female

Total muscle strength value: 66

Elenium Overall Value: 118

Weapons: None

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I got this indication.

High muscle strength. But only people and dark elves have ever looked into it, so I can't say anything.

Maybe it's standard as a Lamian race.

The race is different from people and dark elves, but you're no different from being a carbon-based napalm life form.

The number is totally unintelligible though.

Elenium = I think it's magic, so isn't magic likely to be expected?

It might not make much sense to just complement the look somewhat with so much information.

"Eva, how's it going?

Do you want me to touch it? and gaze at Eva.

"Um, can I ask you a question?

"Maybe, - Mr. Cannellas, can I talk to this slave?

"I don't mind. They are luxury combat slaves. The common language is mastered by everyone. Listen to me, please."

It's a smiling cannellas with a mouthful like an amazing slave trader.

"Yes, it is."

"Well, then..."

Eva nodded at my words, moving her wheelchair forward and closer to the Lamian race.

He opened his mouth as he touched the lower body of Ramia, the area of the scales with his hand.

"Are you a warrior?

"A little, no. A knight."

"Mm-hmm. How could you be a slave?

In response to Eva's inquiry, the woman of the Serpentine (Lamia) race speaks quickly, stretching her tongue out of her teat in a few moments.

"... because I lost the war"

"... yes. If the tall, dark-haired adventurer behind you bought you, would you do it right?

"Whatever."

"... ok"

Eva vacates between them, then nods and squeals small.

He was pulling in his hand that was touching the Snake Nation and finishing the interview.

Flip the wheelchair and come back to my side.

I bowed my back and listened to Eva's face.

Eva talks to me in a whisper.

"... no lies in her words... pointing resentment at people and lizards for killing their families in the war, but the basics are harmless... you should be able to move faithfully if you order"

(Satori) It's amazing to read Eva's mind.

"Okay. Then it seems okay to buy it."

"Mmm."

When Eva smiles with an angel smile,

"Hey, what is it? Why are you talking to me alone?

"That's right. Master, will you not listen to me?

Rebecca and Vine, who had been hubbed, gave each one a disgruntled look and approached me.

Anyway, Rebecca was showing Vine a rarely upset face.

Is it because you always listened to Vine's words first?

You can't talk about Eva's skills, so do you tease her appropriately?

"... no, no, you're not. I wanted to hear Eva's sober words. It just so happens to matter."

"... Really?"

"Hmm."

Rebecca and Vine got screwed.

"Well, then, Rebecca and Vine, what if I give you an opinion?

Eva twists and flips the wheelchair, then narrows her eyes and tells Rebecca and Vine to argue.

"Oh, yeah. There are so many good weapons, so many skills, so much attribute magic.

"Sure, I hadn't heard that yet. Do you have anything for Vine?

"Yes, I have heard that there are also people of the Serpent race with demonic eyes in their eyes."

Heh, Demon Eye.

"That's interesting. Thank you. I'll ask you soon."

"Yes."

Vine was honestly happy when I complimented her.

The grump has already disappeared from his complexion.

Take your gaze off such a vine and move to the Snake Race that you would have heard the current exchange.

Talk to me.

"... you were listening to our conversation? Get answers to all of your skill and magic attributes, including your good weapon, Demon Eye and Doo."

"Got it. Good weapons are swords, shields, and spears. Skills are:;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; Attributes are wind, magic cannot be used"

Purple snake tongue and speak even fast as you let it out of your loosely elongated lips.

"Huh. - You do it."

I was unintentionally responding with a whistle.

Skills abundant. You're a totally avant-garde species.

Then the Lamian woman moved her eyes slightly similar to those of the human race and turned them into vertical cracked amphibian eyes.

And move thin lips.

"... I'm from the Snakeman (Lamia) Evovia District. Combat positions are armed knight chiefs. Naturally."

You got better because I complimented you. The Serpents have named themselves their origins and their fighting profession.

An armed knight chief, a serpent knight?

As a buy, keep this one.

"Right. In the meantime, see next"

I will also look at the slaves next door.

Now a small, whole body and a species covered in this hair.

He had cute dog ears on his head.

Looks like a dachshund dog ear.

Yay, I'm a cat, but you're adorable.

Slave collars for small look adorable too.

That's what brings this race to the edge. Check out the cursor.

The scan ends instantly.

My body is small.

――――――――――――――――

Carbon-based Napalm Life Form UKS # 83 #

EEG: stable

Body: Normal

Gender: Female

Total Muscle Strength Value: 9

Elenium Overall value: 249

Weapons: None

――――――――――――――――

Do you have low muscle strength and a little more magic?

Its small back, and this one moves in front of the eyes of this species.

"... eh"

When I approached him, he had a frightened look with his dog ears dented.

You seem such a coward, and a small race is a combat slave?

"What about this race?

Ask Cannellas in questionable form.

"I'm a noil runner from the Dog Beast tribe. You're also said to be relatives of Gnome and Dwarf. Because of this, the slave is also a former adventurer. We're going through eight tiers."

Seriously?

"Heh."

I'm going to sit tight and watch Little Beast Man (Noilrunner).

"What are you good at?

"... I'm good at swordsmanship that takes advantage of the speed of my legs. I was learning the Flying Sword Stream. I have also defeated a fierce handful in field games of training. In the Labyrinth, I defeated the" High Ghost ”Auga by myself."

Sure... swordsmanship and magic are places of strength such as elementary, intermediate, advanced, exonerated, spiritual, kingship, divine, etc.

Does magic have royalty?

That means you have a lot of swordsmanship against your looks.

It's an avant-garde that takes advantage of speed.

That's a keepsake for now.

Watching this little one reminds me of a penguin swordsman I met in the labyrinth.

... That Penguin Swordsman adventurer said Moga tribe or something.

This race of noil runners is what it looks like, and don't you need to talk to everyone about it?

I'm going to see the next slave.

"I see. See you next"

Big people next......

You look like a complete professional wrestler.

Short hair, scratchy face of Russian descent.

From the thick black collar to the thick clavicle, this also stands out in the upper body of the thick muscles of the raised chest plate.

I barely have boobs.

The upper body was wearing an asbestos brassiere that felt like a bikini.

"Change, with"

Unexpectedly, I'm instant.

I'm going to look at the slaves next door.

"... Shuya?

I was watching you back there, Rebecca giving you a cold voice.

"Hmm?"

Turning around, Rebecca gave me a chilling look, like she was wrapped in an icy breeze, and she looked at me jiggly.

"... come here"

Do we read and act on the air here?

"Yes."

I was suddenly uncomfortable, touching my right eye area and putting it back into normal view, then approaching Rebecca like a reflecting dog.

"... you know, what you're choosing is a combat slave? You can't just judge me by how I look, can you?

And I'll tell you what.

Well, you deserve her opinion.

Now you heard me say things like change and thought I was only going to buy beautiful female slaves without buying strong looking slaves.

Do you read my sketchy mind and think judgment is cloudy?

Ma, you're right, but you're not.

I do love beautiful women.

But I choose to look right strong.

Yes, strong, as beautiful as possible... slaves.

"... I know. Pick a strong guy for the party. Yeah, but there are still a few of them, and I'm in the middle of a selection. First, look at my chosen slave, then complain."

"... so is that. Sorry. Run with your mouth..."

Rebecca was looking down at me casually.

But it's not much, it's a targeted opinion.

"Ha, that's all right, it sounds like Rebecca, go in cute"

And, speaking with laughter.

You seem like a strong professional wrestler, because you didn't choose.

"What's so cute?"

"I'm going to see some slaves."

"Yeah, pick it right"

Rebecca nods with a little laugh.

I'll move to the slaves and resume the selection.

Next thing I know, I haven't seen...

Big beast man with tiger face.

I have my hands together and it's a good deal.

You're the guy I was just wondering about. The clothes you are wearing are Asian-style, ethnic costume objects.

Approaching the tiger beast man.

"What are your origins and what can appeal to you?

"… I am a tiger beast man (Razel) from the Rahmani tribe of the Fujik Federation, and I am specific. Learn Tiger Fist Stream and Exhaustive Sword Stream in Fujiku, can use bows to some extent, and is good at hunting signs, trap detection, and untracking. Besides, because of the special skills of the Tiger Beast Man (Lazelle) named < olfactory row >, it is also possible to explore by odor. In Fujiku, he led the Adventurer Clan, the mercenaries, and was engaged in a war against the Guldon Empire led by Kai, the invading king's six-armed man."

I was just talking about the Guldon battle or something.

War with the country led by Kai, the invading king of the six arms, or she seems capable of command if she had led quite a few.

"Copy that. Think about it."

Walk right and check out the next slave.

Next was the first blonde elf Hermé was pointing out.

With a beautiful face on her golden hair, her eyes are emerald green.

What I'm wearing is a piece of hemp clothing, but I can tell it's a good style.

The double hills are plump and uplifting, and they're perfect for eye care.

"... Gokhon"

From behind me, I heard a deliberate cough.

Furthermore, I feel a lot of gaze is gathering on my back, but ignore it.

Ask Cannellas.

"What about this beautiful slave?

"Yes, the species, as you can see, elves. And he's a former A-level adventurer who's going through the labyrinth eight tiers."

Whoa, did you come with ex-A?

I come closer to where the blonde elf stands.

Check the elf-specific tattoo mark on the thin jaw line from the cheek.

It is marked like a tiger.

The collar is also a normal size.

The elf woman blinked and paid attention to me.

"What can you do?

"I'm good at magic. Attributes specialize in soil and water, especially soil. Lower to upper magic can be used to some extent. I'm not good at it, but water can also use a light cure system"

I wonder if it can be used if the number of attributes is small but I think it is a point centralized type.

Perhaps the healer will be able to use it quite well.

So I touched the side of my right eye and activated the calleudoscope.

Also, the color of half the sight changes to bright blue.

The frame line displays to fill the world, and the blonde elf is also edged with the line.

The blonde elf is suddenly surprised that my right eye has changed, her eyes open, her mouth open and she flashes.

The green eyes were shrunk, scattered, and his face was drawn.

I know I would react like that if I saw this eye change up close.

I don't care, it's on the edge line of the blonde elf. Focus your consciousness on the cursor.

Her body scanned from her feet.

I can't help but get a little erotic gaze.

And I will look at the scan with anticipation.