Chapter 3: The Slave Trader's Visit
The slaver's visit came only 10 days after I sent the letter.
Even though the Viscount Galiana's territory is very close to the Marquisate of Quardenze, it was still very early.
As a matter of course, as the next head of the marquise, I would never walk to a slave trading house in a city in another territory.
A merchant is basically a caller.
Today, I was waiting for the visit of a slave trader not at the castle, but at a villa below the castle.
The city of New Nellie, home of the Quardenze family, is a fortified city surrounded by a triple wall.
If one were able to view the city from above, it would surely appear as a triple circle with a snarling ellipse, like the annual rings of a cedar tree.
The outermost circle is a wall that separates the city from the outside world, primarily to keep out magical beasts and large wild animals. It looks like a cheapened version of the Great Wall of China.
One of the inner circles is a wall that separates the suburbs from the city center, and is intended to prevent the invasion of barbarians, bandits, and the armies of other territories. Stone material.
The last circle is the wall that separates the castle town from the living space of the lord's family. New Nellie Castle, which is also my home, is located at the center of the circle.
As one would expect, slavers, let alone slave traders, could not be allowed in the castle, so they came to the villa in the castle town.
I am truly honored that you have invited the Gandoran Chamber of Commerce to visit my home. My name is Dolan, and I am the owner of the store.
The slaver Dolan bowed revertently, and I replied with the dignity of an aristocrat.
I am a nobleman who cannot be taken advantage of by a commoner merchant.
Following the greeting, a light exchange of pleasantries ensues.
It hasn't been that long, but are the goods already ready?
I have been asked by my lord, Lord Galiana, to take good care of you. I have prepared the best goods that our business can offer.
Tesch allowed the slaves to enter the room as Dolan bowed and prostrated himself, almost as if he were on his knees.
A line of slaves led by a middle-aged man, who appeared to be an employee, entered the room.
The middle-aged man lined the slaves up side by side and turned to me, then silently knelt down.
Ho.”
There were twelve slaves in the line. All of them are wearing clean white clothes in a robe-like form. All of them are women of age.
Their ages are a quick glance, the youngest is about 10 years old and the oldest is probably about 20 years old.
What they all have in common is their appearance. They have so many different kinds of beautiful women that the eye stops at every turn to examine them. A few of the girls had big breasts that could be seen even through their robes.
The high level of this slaver's house was clearly evident.
If you don't mind, I'd like to say hello from the end.
Seeing me, Dolan seemed to feel a little more at ease.
He must have thought he had made a good catch.
I allowed the slaves to greet each other.
“Let's start from the left.”
Dolan said, and the middle-aged man quietly moved to the back. Then he pushed the robed girl on the far left to step forward.
The line of slaves was lined up horizontally, and only one of them stepped forward.
This one is fourteen years old this year. She comes from a farming village in the Katsina region.
The girl bowed her head and smiled at me.
Her smile Her looked very natural.If she had been trained to do this, it would be a great education.
She is a full-figured woman, with no missing fingers or teeth. She speaks with a slight Katsina accent. She has never been with a man and is free of disease.
Then Tesch spoke up.
Is that something you can trust?
I don't know. “Yes, please take a look at this.”
Dolan handed Tesch a stack of papers.
He was very well prepared.
Tesch checked them quickly and returned them to Dolan.
There seemed to be no problem.
Say something,” Dolan said.
I called out to a girl from the Katsina region.
I didn't want to be the one with a pretty face and a thick voice.
She said, “Yes, please buy me. Please buy me. Master.”
The girl answered without hesitation, as if it were a clichéd phrase.
And her voice was cute.It was good.
The girl's mother has a very good figure. I think she has a bright future ahead of her.
As if in response to Dolan's words, the daughter shifted her robe slightly and leaned forward.
Through the gap in her robe, I could slightly see her breasts, which were swelling up like a girl of her age.
I couldn't help but stare.
I stare at her.
I could hear my voice rising. I was a virgin. I have no excuse for being a virgin.
Well, I look like a 12-year-old boy now. I would like people to think that it is good to be so innocent as to be so nervous about the breasts of a girl of my age.
For a while after that, the introduction of the slave girls continued.
After all, it seems that all of them are our pride and joy. Even though I observed them carefully, I could not find anything out of the ordinary.
They seemed to have been well educated, they greeted each other well, and I did not feel a sense of sadness, which is often seen in slaves.
However, the last one was different.
'I am the last one, sorry about that. As this one has only just arrived the other day, he has not yet been fully educated.'
Dolan apologized in a tone of sincere apology and bowed his head.
The slave who remains seated at the far right end of the row is lying face down with a hoodie-like hood over his head in addition to his robe, so I cannot see his face.
Then Dolan said to me, 'You may be uncomfortable because you are not well educated. But I brought you here because I thought you'd regret it if I didn't show you this super beautiful woman. If you can put up with a Little discomfort, I'll take off the hood and show you my face. In a very euphemistic way, he suggested something along the lines of, “I don't mind.
I don't care. If I end up not seeing all of you, it's going to bother me forever.
With a wave of my hand, I motioned for him to take off his hood.
'Yes, sir.'
Dolan, perhaps because it was his prize, went directly behind the slave and whispered for him to take off his hood, rather than leaving it to the middle-aged employee.
The slave, however, shook his body to the side, indicating his refusal.He is a slave who does not know how to read the air.It seemed that he had just arrived.
In a fit of anger, Dolan half-way forcibly ripped off the hood, and a pair of ears popped out.
The slave had dark blonde hair resembling honey and green eyes shining like emeralds. She had long, side-swept ears and skin that was so white that it was almost frightening.
She was an elf woman.
An elf?
Yes, I am. This is the result of this year's Great Northern Expedition.
The royal army regularly conducts expeditions to defeat the foreign tribes that occupy the northern part of the country.
This year, they happened to discover a village of elves during the expedition, and they attacked it and abducted them as slaves. The Gandoran Chamber of Commerce then purchased them and they are here now.
I have never seen elves before. I've never seen elves before, but many of them are as beautiful as they are rumored to be.
Or rather, they are more than rumored.
Unlike the other slaves, they do not smile, but they have a shaded, well-defined face that makes one feel a pang of pity, and it is so beautiful that it makes one's heart ache.
In addition, she seemed to have assertive breasts that could be seen even through her robe.
'By the way, how old is this thing? With elves, even if they look young, they could be older than my father or grandfather, right?'
Well, if it looks young and beautiful on the outside, I don't care if it's 100 or 1,000 years old.
I don't think I'm that old because I'm about the height of an upper elementary school student.
She will be 12 years old this year. Like the slaves I have introduced so far, she is a raw girl with no missing fingers or teeth.”
How could she be the same age as him?
I wonder how big her breasts will grow in the future.
The blood gathering in the lower half of my body seemed to be flowing with my thoughts.
I see. I see. So she is as old as she looks. Hey, talk something.
As I had done with the other slaves, I decided to check the tone of the elf girl's voice of her.
But the girl was too frightened to respond.
Dolan moved to shove her with his blood, but I stopped him by pointing my palm at her.
After waiting for a while in silence, my daughter mumbled a single word with a tearful look on her face.
I said, “Don't …… Buy it! Don't buy ……!
Her voice was beautiful, as if she had rung a bell.However, it seemed that I was the only one who was impressed by the sound of her voice, and Tesh, Dolan, and the middle-aged man who worked. For the company were frozen by her commentHer.
It was so impolite and rude as to be addressed to the Marquise's little boy.
I told him that I would talk to Dolan about the purchase and sent the slaves down from the room.
