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章 18: Chapter 17 Raphtalia

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"A slave trader?"

Jason was no stranger to the term "slave." Not only had he read the original work, but he also knew that slaves existed in the original world.

For instance, the "Book of the Later Han Dynasty, roman empire and so on

Moreover, two-dimensional media, novels, comics, and other forms of entertainment he typically encountered in modern times all included references to slavery.

In essence, people who lack personal freedom, completely obey the orders of their rulers, cannot act autonomously, and can be sold at will are called slaves.

Thus, slave traders, as the name implies, are merchants who deal in the trade of slaves.

"That's right! I'm not like those profiteers; I'm an innocent slave trader. How about it? Are you interested?"

Although the slave trader appeared quite bloated, he was agile and quickly positioned himself in front of Jason.

"Talking is talking, but don't get so close. Sorry... your face is a bit unsettling."

Jason took a step back instinctively. "By the way, how did you know I would be interested?"

"Of course, I can tell just by looking into your eyes."

The slave trader was not offended and retained his unpleasant smile while speaking with a certain profundity.

"So that's the case. Then let me ask you: Why do you think I would need a slave?"

Jason questioned with a slightly strange smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Isn't it obvious? Slaves are very convenient; they won't betray you, they can do whatever you ask, and you don't have to worry about their lives. At worst, you can simply replace them..."

The slave trader seemed quite animated, spinning his cane around as he spoke. Suddenly, he stopped, and the smile on his face took on a darker tone. "Now you're not just facing rejection from the other three Heroes; you've also offended the king. Finding a companion in a normal way is basically impossible."

Upon hearing this, Jason realized that the slave trader before him was definitely not an ordinary character and truly had the means to collaborate with him.

"Your understanding of me is remarkable. Given that this is the situation, take me to see your slaves."

"You have good taste; then please follow me."

The slave trader led the way as they walked into the distance.

Under his guidance, Jason traversed several narrow alleyways. After progressing a certain distance, he noticed the surrounding streets changing.

The air became foul, the cobblestones filthy, and more homeless men dressed in rags lingered by the roadside, many of whom eyed him with ill intent.

The atmosphere was filled with a cacophony of noises, shouts, and sounds of violence.

It felt like a different version of a slum.

After walking for a while, they reached a narrow street basking in broad daylight yet devoid of sunshine. Continuing further, they finally arrived at a hut resembling a circus tent.

Seeing this, Jason finally understood why he couldn't locate a slave trader earlier; even when asking passersby, they would remain silent and quickly leave.

For civilians, this was a place they absolutely wished to avoid and wouldn't even dare discuss.

"Master Shield Hero, this way please!"

The slave trader stood at the entrance of the circus tent, bending slightly in a gesture of invitation.

"Alright!"

Jason took another step and followed the slave trader into the tent.

The interior was dimly lit and carried a faint odor of decay and blood, mixed with the scent of wild animals. The combined stench was quite unbearable.

"A guest mentioned earlier that he wanted to buy a Hero as a slave. I only contacted you based on the possibility, but after meeting you, I've changed my mind."

The slave trader showed no concern for the unpleasant smell, moving about inside with peculiar steps while chatting about his intention to make Jason a slave.

"Oh? Then let me guess the identity of the guest you mentioned: someone from the palace or an individual from the church of 3 heros?"

Jason responded nonchalantly, as if engaged in light conversation. Despite the slave trader's annoying words, he was inadvertently providing Jason with vital information, which could be seen as an indirect gesture of favor.

Moreover, Jason recalled that the slave trader had said similar things to Iwatani Naofumi in the original story, even though he hadn't realized it at the time.

Upon hearing Jason's words, the slave trader paused and slowly turned his head: "I'm sorry… but I can't disclose the identity of the guest. After all, I am a businessman with professional ethics. However… I am now even more certain that I will never be your enemy."

"Hehe… Smart people tend to live longer, don't you think? Now, please continue to lead the way!"

Jason smiled coldly, the threat in his voice unmistakable.

"Certainly!"

The slave trader didn't react much to Jason's threat and continued walking forward.

Not long after, he stopped in front of a cage, where a shadow shaped like a person was moving around.

"Look, this is my most recommended slave!"

The slave trader raised his cane and completely removed the black cloth covering the cage.

"Roar~~~"

Inside the cage was a creature that resembled a man, but its skin was covered with wild animal fur, and its limbs had sharp claws. It appeared to be a werewolf from legend. The creature slammed into the cage desperately while roaring, but the sturdy cage remained unmoved.

"This is an orc, basically classified within the human category! However, it resembles a beast more closely than a human."

The slave trader introduced slowly, detailing the classification: those closer to beasts are called orcs, while those who are closer to humans but still retain some beast-like traits are referred to as subhumans.

Due to historical reasons, the MelroMar Kingdom upholds human supremacy, and orcs and subhumans are not welcomed in this kingdom.

Even if you saw some walking demihumans and orcs on the street, they were often itinerant merchants or down-and-out adventurers; there were no opportunities for them to obtain decent jobs in this country. In short, it was a clear instance of discrimination.

"Now... let me show you how to control these slaves!"

As the slave trader spoke, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers, causing a small magic circle to appear on his wrist.

At the same time, the magic circle on the werewolf locked in the cage glowed brightly, sending forth a flicker of electrical charge.

"Wow woof woof..."

The werewolf desperately covered its chest with its hands, displaying a pained expression, and then collapsed to the ground, rolling continuously because of the agony. Its previously threatening roar turned into pitiful whines.

The slave trader snapped his fingers again, and the magic circle on the werewolf's chest faded until it completely disappeared.

"With this method, the slave will be punished appropriately. Of course… you don't have to snap your fingers for it to work; you can set other activation methods. Just hold a small ceremony so that the slaves inscribed with the magic circle pattern on their bodies memorize the physiological information of the users."

The slave trader continued his explanation.

"That magic is remarkably convenient."

Jason was not overly sympathetic to the werewolf; he wasn't the sort to harbor excessive compassion.

"This type of werewolf is known to be a formidable fighting group. Its level has reached 75, so it should have a bit more value—how about 15 gold coins?"

Then the slave trader started pitching his sale.

Jason knew that in this country, 1 gold coin equaled 100 silver coins, making the price quite steep—certainly more than he could afford at the moment.

"You should be able to tell that I don't have that many gold coins, at least not now."

Jason shrugged and spread his hands.

"Of course! I know you'll become a regular customer of our store sooner or later, and I'm sure this gold coin will be earned quickly by you. There's no harm in selling it to you in advance, is there?"

The slave trader's words were a blend of flattery and apparent truth, making it hard to discern his intentions.

"Alright, let's look for some slaves I can actually afford—hurry up, I'm busy."

"Yes, you're tasked with saving the world, so you're clearly a busy person. To improve efficiency, can you tell me what kind of slave you need?"

"Demihuman, female, low rank!"

"Oh? A little girl?"

"Hey... don't look at me like that; I don't have any special hobbies!"

"Oh, I see!"

"You know nothing!"

"I really understand what you mean, Master Shield Hero's interests must be lovely."

"You really only know nonsense!"

While bickering, the two arrived at a cage.

Inside was a skinny little girl with frightened eyes, trembling and coughing.

"Finally found her!"

Jason's eyes couldn't help but light up.

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章 19: Chapter 18: I set you free little Racoon

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There were rows of cages stacked neatly on top of one another, with what appeared to be a slave locked in each one.

The sounds of roaring or screaming constantly echoed through the space, creating a jarring backdrop.

In stark contrast to these cries was the cage in front of Jason.

Inside was a little girl who was almost emaciated and looked frightened. She made no noise; she merely trembled and coughed repeatedly. Notably, she had a pair of round ears and a thick tail hanging behind her, resembling a demihuman girl around ten years old.

Jason looked at her, while the demihuman girl lowered her head, seemingly afraid of being stared at.

"Master Shield Hero, this is a raccoon subhuman who suffers from panic disorder. Simply put, it's a type of mental disorder. Although she seems to meet your requirements, her panic disorder tends to attack after nightfall. I also suspect the distress is due to the previous owner's penchant for torture, but it shouldn't last long."

After the slave trader finished his introduction, he stepped forward to two other cages.

"Compared to this slave, I personally recommend these two: the rabbit-species demihuman with a broken arm and the hybrid lizard man."

At the slave trader's prompting, Jason turned his attention to the two cages.

The first held a man with a badly deformed arm and a pair of rabbit ears atop his head. He looked about 20 years old, with well-defined muscles, but the broken arm indicated he wouldn't have much fighting capability.

The second cage contained a lizard man who exuded a relentless aura of menace, his eyes glaring with ferocity.

"For the demihuman rabbit, although one of his arms is broken, the rest of him is fairly normal. I've checked for some diseases, and I have experience in that area, but I heard that his previous female owner..."

"I advise you not to say anything that disgusts me, or don't blame me if I take your head!"

Under Jason's icy glare, the slave trader swiftly fell silent, abandoning any mention of the warped personalities often found in this world. He then changed the subject: "What do you think about this mixed-blood lizard man? He's strong and possesses some fighting ability."

"No, how much for this raccoon girl?"

Jason had no interest in these least desirable and disabled slaves, nor was he kind enough to spend his money to save them.

"Huh? If she were a fox-species demihuman, even with her defects, people would be willing to buy her for a high price. But since she's a raccoon-species..."

The slave trader sounded regretful.

"Stop talking nonsense; just tell me how many silver coins."

"30 silver coins, level 1. Do you really want her?"

Jason took out 30 silver coins from his purse and handed them directly to the slave trader, clearly demonstrating his intentions through action.

Upon receiving the silver coins, the slave trader chuckled and ceased his chatter. He retrieved the key to the cage, released the raccoon demihuman, and bound her hands and feet with a collar.

"Ding! Please choose!"

"1: Buy the subhuman girl as a slave. Those who don't value kindness won't be rewarded."

"2: After buying the demi-human girl, let her go free without interference, and reward Garp with 2% completion of the template."

"3: Help the subhuman girl get rid of her slave status and allow her to follow you willingly, and reward the storage shield."

At that moment, the voice of the system echoed in Jason's mind.

Jason found himself deep in thought. This subhuman girl was Raphtalia from the original book.

The first choice aligned with the plot of the original story. Simply ignoring the fact that no reward would come from it.

The second option involved setting Raphtalia free. Even though he could earn the Garp template, Jason inherently knew that, in Raphtalia's current state—just as the slave trader had indicated—if left alone, she wouldn't last long.

Thus, he could dismiss that choice.

The third option appeared the most challenging, yet it seemed to offer the most valuable reward. The storage shield can certainly be seen as a means to store items. Jason troubled over how inconvenient it was to carry a large bag of materials from Balloon Monsters without a proper storage option.

After careful consideration, Jason chose "3."

He had never contemplated keeping Raphtalia as a slave anyway. Iwatani Naofumi had been broken by Myne and the king, leading to his distrust of others and a distorted personality. Jason believed his mental state was still intact.

Just as Jason finished his thoughts, he noticed that the slave trader had led Raphtalia to a relatively open area. There were no cages around, just a few sofas, creating the atmosphere of a place meant for entertaining guests.

At the same time, upon the slave trader's call, one of his subordinates arrived, carrying an earthen pot filled with ink, and poured it into a small saucer.

"Master Shield Hero, please provide a few drops of your blood. This will complete the slave registration process. This slave will be fully owned by you from now on."

The slave trader, pen in hand, looked expectantly at Jason.

"No, bring me the potion that removes the slave's magic mark."

Jason immediately refused.

"This..."

The slave trader fell into a state of confusion. This was the first time he had encountered such a situation, and he struggled to comprehend it. No one had come to buy slaves, but instead desired to clear the slaves' magic marks.

"I've already paid the silver coins. How I handle her is my business; there's no need for further discussion, is there?"

Under Jason's cold gaze, the slave trader nodded vigorously. "Yes, yes, yes! What you say is true, just a moment..."

Soon, the slave trader's subordinates quickly brought over the potion to remove the slave mark.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

The slave trader asked again.

Jason ignored him and looked down at Raphtalia, their eyes meeting. At that moment, he felt a swell of emotion in his heart.

Distress?

The next second, Raphtalia lowered her gaze, seemingly afraid, not daring to look at Jason's face.

Not paying her apprehension any mind, Jason took a small amount of the potion with his fingers and applied it to the magic circle on Raphtalia's chest.

"I know you're scared, but you must have heard what I said to that man just now. I'm going to set you free."

As Jason spoke, he wiped the potion on her chest. Under its effect, the magic circle began to fade little by little.

Raphtalia remained silent, but her trembling shoulders revealed her emotions—flustered and uneasy...

"Okay... now you are free. Judging by your appearance, you've clearly suffered a lot. You don't need to worry anymore."

Jason reached out and gently pressed his hand atop Raphtalia's head, continuing softly, "My name is Jason, the Shield Hero who was summoned. Please believe me, I will protect you. This is my promise, and not even God can change it!"

His voice was gentle yet filled with a commanding certainty.

This brought to Raphtalia's mind a memory that had lingered in the background, almost forgotten.

"Tick!"

A tear ran down Raphtalia's cheek, falling silently to the ground.

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