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“Leif, get down.”
“Y, Yes. . .”
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I unloaded Leif and the Automata outside of town, then sent the carriage and the “carriage horse” back to the dungeon.
I aimed to enter the town on foot, as if I had walked there.
However, Leif was totally dizzy, so I had no choice but to hurry on with the Automata carrying him on its back.
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Finally, I reached the gate of the city of Barom and, showing the gatekeeper my Adventurer’s Card, entered the city.
By the way, the gatekeeper was a middle-aged man with cat ears.
In other words, he was a beastman.
This seemed to be a different nation from the Human Kingdom of Wolfeus.
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“By the way, is that young lady with you also an adventurer?”
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The cat-eared gatekeeper asked, pointing to Leif, who had passed out on the Automata’s back at some point.
Now, how should I answer?
I could answer that he’s a companion, or honestly answer that he’s a slave, disregarding the fact that Leif isn’t a girl.
There’s no option to affirm he’s an adventurer.
After all, Leif doesn’t have an Adventurer’s Card.
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Well, I should answer safely here.
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“No, he’s just my companion.”
“I see. In that case, the toll is five silver coins.”
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I paid the five silver coins as instructed.
The toll was higher than in the city of Bordeaux.
By the way, I recently learned that one silver coin is about the same value as a 1,000 yen bill.
Similarly, one copper coin is like a 100 yen coin, and one gold coin is like a 10,000 yen bill.
That’s easy to understand.
Also, I wondered how much the toll would have been if I said he was a slave.
I was slightly curious.
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After such exchanges, we finally headed into the city.
What I saw there was rather shocking.
People with beast ears.
People with long ears.
Short, wide people.
Towering giants.
Various races were strutting around.
If the Demon Lord was thrown into this, it might not feel out of place.
This was truly another world.
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“Uh, umm. . .”
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Now, to get an explanation about this town, or rather this country, I have to wake up Leif who is groaning behind me.
So, straight to the inn.
I paid the fee, rented a room, and put Leif to bed.
Then I shook him awake.
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“Wake up.”
“Uh. . .”
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But he wouldn’t wake up.
In fact, he seems to be having a nightmare.
Was the carriage journey that tough?
It would be easy to force him awake with the slave mark, but in this state, he may not be able to have a proper conversation.
It can’t be helped.
I’ll let him sleep.
After all, there’s no rush.
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Somehow, while patting Leif’s head with Automata, I decided to make good use of my spare time.
First, I teleported the zombie-sensei and registered this room as a “Teleport” point.
After that, I practiced my magic at the training ground.
In addition, I wore the Living Armor-senpai for combat training in the boss room.
I beat up the immortal zombie, my sandbag.
By the way, it seems that the poison produced in my dungeon does not affect the dungeon master, so there is no need to remove the poison in the boss room.
It’s a strange feature.
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When that was over, I trained with the true equipment.
I meditated, faced the true power within me, and drew it out.
I felt a response.
I felt like I could draw it out a little more.
But, as expected, it was impossible for today.
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“Master. . .”
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When I finished meditating, I heard such a voice from Automata’s monitor.
I thought he had woken up, but Leif was still asleep.
It seems to have been sleep talk.
However, thanks to letting Automata continue patting his head, his sleeping face has become quite calm.
Calling me in his sleep in such a state, has he grown attached to me?
Well, there’s no problem with that.
The level of affection can’t be obtained just by forcibly making someone a slave.
A slave who willingly allies with me is precious.
That’s the difference between the people controlled by trainer zombie and Leif.
In that sense, Leif is an irreplaceable valuable pawn.
I’ll take good care of him as much as possible.
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With those thoughts, I continued to stroke Leif’s head with Automata.
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“Ehehe. . .”
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The pet who rubbed his head against my hand with a smile was surprisingly cute.
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