The Chronicle of the Dungeon Master of Slaughter – A Reclusive Beautiful Girl Became a Dungeon Master, So She Pursues the Path of a Hikikomori – Chapter 44

𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒𝟒: 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞

“Here it is, customer.”

“Yes.”

I arrived at the place where a passerby had told me, a slave shop where I could purchase slaves. After being made to wait in a place that seemed like a waiting room, I was guided to a private room.

The reason I decided to buy a slave this time is simple.

I knew this because I saw the immortal zombie in his lifetime had a slave, but in this world, there is a strange system called a slave mark, and slaves cannot defy their masters.

Perhaps there might be a method to forcibly remove the slave mark that I don’t know about, but even so, they essentially can’t defy.

This is proven by the existence of a female swordsman who could not defy the order that was essentially tantamount to being told to die, as bait for goblins.

In other words, it is very easy to silence a slave.

They would probably keep quiet just by being normally ordered, and if it comes to it, you could order them to commit suicide, which would physically shut them up.

Dead men tell no tales.

There’s no mistake, since I, who have silenced many people by killing them, am saying it.

Even if they become zombies, the dead do not speak information.

And therefore, it is not a problem to be suspicious if the opponent is such a slave.

For example, it’s not a problem to ask about common knowledge that the people of this world would find strange if they did not know.

But, what would happen if I asked this of other people?

In Japan, it’s like asking, “What was the name of this star again?”

They would definitely think that something is wrong with this person.

Therefore, I need a slave.

The concern is whether my mind can withstand the presence of a human being with my Automata 24/7.

It’s fine.

Because slaves are not human, it’s safe.

Because slaves are not human, it’s safe.

Alright.

Self-suggestion completed.

Then, when I had completed my self-suggestion, there was a knock on the door of the private room, and a portly man appeared from there.

He had brought a guard with him.

For now, appraisal.

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𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧: 𝐋𝐯𝟏

𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞: 𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐬

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🔹ᴀᴡᴇʙsᴛᴏʀɪᴇs.ᴄᴏᴍ ― ɪɴᴅuʟɢᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs ᴡɪᴛʜ “ᴅᴀɪʟʏ ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇs” ᴀɴᴅ ᴇxᴄʟᴜsɪᴠᴇ ᴀᴄᴄᴇss ᴛᴏ ᴀᴅᴠᴀnᴄᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs🔹

I omitted the status because it was too weak.

However, he had the skill Arithmetic Ability, so he is not incompetent.

After all, this skill might not be a combat-related skill.

By the way, when I appraised the guard, their average status was about 600, which was quite strong.

If you think of it as slightly below the level of the middle aged zombie when he was alive, you can understand their strength.

Well, they can’t win against a Black Iron Golem with that level anyway.

“Sorry to have kept you waiting. Welcome to Abington Trading Company. What kind of slave are you looking for today?”

The slave merchant called Georges said that with a smile.

Eww. . .He looks like a toad, it’s disgusting.

If you’re in customer service, couldn’t you have done something about it?

“Please give me a slave who can use magic.”

However, I did not show any of this on my face (in the first place, I am wearing a mask over my Automata, so it cannot be seen on my face), and voiced my request.

I might as well ask the slave how to learn magic while I’m at it.

“Ho ho, I see, I see.

By the looks of it, you seem to be an adventurer, are you looking for a rearguard who can fight?”

“Well, something like that.”

I won’t correct this misunderstanding this time.

There’s no need to tell the merchant the detailed circumstances.

“What’s your budget?”

“Average.”

“I see. Do you have any other requests?”

“In that case, a slave who knows as many things as possible.”

“Understood. I will bring the candidates, so please wait a moment.”

With that, the slave merchant left the room.

Left in the room are the Automata and the man who guided me to this private room.

I appraised him too, but his average status was about 25.

A small fry no different from Rick.

Not a match for the Automata.

While being cautious of such a small fry, I kill time by practicing combat in the boss room.

My opponent is the immortal zombie.

This guy is different from other zombies, as he recovers instantly, making him perfect for a punching bag.

While playing like this, a slave merchant returned with several humans wearing ragged clothes.

A man who looks like an intellectual.

A woman with a bad look in her eyes.

There are various types.

But, among them, there was a particularly striking presence.

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𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐟-𝐄𝐥𝐟 𝐋𝐯𝟏𝟒

𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞: 𝐋𝐞𝐢𝐟

𝐇𝐏: 𝟔𝟓/𝟔𝟓

𝐌𝐏: 𝟐𝟐𝟎/𝟐𝟐𝟎

𝐀𝐛𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐞

𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤: 𝟖

𝐃𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞: 𝟏𝟔

𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐏𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫: 𝟏𝟖𝟎

𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞: 𝟑𝟎

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐝: 𝟐𝟒

𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬

[𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜: 𝐋𝐯𝟓][𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜: 𝐋𝐯𝟒]

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“An Elf?”

“Yes. He is an Elf boy. Well, mixed-blood though.

Even so, it would be rare in this human nation, right?”

There was a half-elf who looked about the same age as a senior in elementary school.

When I asked for an explanation, that was the answer I got.

In other words, there were humans other than the usual humans in this world.

The reason I hadn’t seen them before was, as the slave trader said, because this country is a human nation.

I don’t know the detailed circumstances, but I can at least imagine.

Right after that, the slave merchant made the half-elf hold a strange stone, an appraisal stone, and disclose his status.

I have my own appraisal function, so I don’t need it, but it’s a necessary procedure if a regular person is going to buy a slave.

“As you can see, due to the Elf’s blood excelling in magic, the magic-related status is quite high for the level.

Moreover, Elves are known for their longevity, so he has lived more than his appearance would suggest, and therefore, has a reasonably wide range of knowledge.

He used to travel through various countries with his father, who was an adventurer.”

“I see.”

I responded to the slave merchant’s explanation.

I have no intention of using him in battle, so the status doesn’t matter.

However, the fact that he traveled through various countries, in other words, knows about various countries, is appealing.

That might not be bad.

“He can be used for combat, and with this appearance, he can be used as a pet.

However, he is a second-hand slave, as he was once used for such purposes and then resold.

Even taking that into account, he is a recommended product.”

“I see.”

Indeed, this half-elf is quite a beauty.

It wouldn’t be strange to use him for ◯◯◯.

But, because he looks more like a beautiful girl than a beautiful boy, there’s a high possibility that he was used for the sexual pleasure of men, not women.

In other words, he was sodomized.

. . .No, such a thing is extremely irrelevant.

Why am I thinking about such an irrelevant thing?

Has my thinking been corrupted by goblins?

Oh, I had a disgusting imagination.

“Then, I will move on to explain the other products.”

Afterwards, I heard explanations about other slaves, but none caught my eye, and in the end, I decided to buy this half-elf.

The biggest reason is that he was the least displeasing to look at.

Just having humans in my field of view gives me discomfort, so even with an Automata body, the appearance of the person I’m with all the time is important.

It’s a matter of mental health.

Well, that’s besides the point.

In this way, I acquired a tool called a slave.


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