chapter 7

Achim(M)

Race: Human

Job: Slave

Level: 26

HP: 260/260

MP: 0/0

Attack Power: 390

Defensive Power: 260

Agility: 260

Destiny: 26

It’s just like this world standard.

I’ve heard that the lack of MP increases other stats, so that’s probably why.

If the job wasn’t a slave, he would have had a job correction…….

“Though there is no job correction, the level seems to be effective, but since the attack power is pretty high there shouldn’t be any problem.”

“Around the time things settled down for me as an adventurer, I got into a fight with my partners, but that was hardly the time to get into a fight.”

“Then we will move on to the auction. We start with 1,200 pieces of silver.”

Eh.

From 1,200?

Status Open.

Tsumugi(M)

Cash on hand: 26,712 Mi (Mithras)

Silver: 267 pieces

Copper: 12 pieces

(TL note 1 silver coin=100 silver pieces)

About 240 silver pieces to live for a month.

An adventurer’s monthly income is about 600 silver pieces.

This is an auction for the common people, right?

“1200!”

“1300!”

One by one, the other customers raise their hands.

I didn’t expect it to be in coins. When I asked at the slave trading house, they said 2,000 would be enough, but that’s not in silver pieces, it’s the number of silver coins. You should have mentioned the type of money, dammit.

And, in normal life, I only spend up to a few silver pieces.

Regardless, I guess a sl*ve is expensive after all.

“Is there anyone else? Then we’ll sell the bid for 2,000 silver coins.”

The bid ended. The winning bidder moved straight into the next room.

A thousand silver coins would have been worth one gold coin. So you became a slave for two gold coins.

I don’t think I’ll be able to buy anything today.

“Go on then, what?”

As the auctioneer was about to proceed, one of the men approached and gave him an earful of something.

“Oh, yeah. Yeah, well, let’s do it anyway.”

The auctioneer raised one eyebrow in some kind of disgust, but once he exhaled, he resumed his sales smile.

“My apologies. It appears that the northern sl*ve trading post that was delayed has arrived, and we will auction those sl*ves first.”

The entrance behind me opens up. I turn around and see a man who looks like a merchant.

Next to him is a girl with peach-colored hair.

She’s probably about 10 years old. I think she has a young face.

Light pink lips and a small nose. On top of that – a bandage.

Her face was bandaged to hide her eyes.

It’s as if it was wrapped up to keep the eyes from being seen, or rather not to show them, carefully covering them.

As if to keep something horrible sealed away.

I gasped at the bizarre appearance, not the kind of thing you’d let a child do.

The girl walks past me with the man. That’s when something touched my arm.

I thought it was long hair, but the hair only went down to my shoulder blades, and the one I touched was the one wavering underneath it.

It’s a tail. It was a peach-colored tail with a whitish tip.

If you look closely, there were two ears on the girl’s head that could be called an isosceles triangle.

Human-like, non-human.

A demi-human.