CH 5

It’s been six months since my adventurer party became a two-person party.

Before I knew it, I’m eleven years old.

Even though the Magic Academy graduation can be extended to a maximum of 18 years old, I can’t devote all my time to studying without worrying about having enough money to hang around for a while after graduation.

I’m a worrywart.

There are no absolutes in this world.

It’s never too early to get rich.

Anyway, now that I’m a year older, I need to make a fresh start and start earning money.

So today, I took Pickles with me to the slaver, which we haven’t visited for a long time.

As expected, Pickles is no longer fussing about how she’s going to be sold.

She is easygoing and even says things like, “I wonder what kind of girl will be my next friend.”.

I won’t sell a slave that I have acquired.

I spend a lot of money on my slaves so they should at least pay me back for my medical treatment, their living expenses, and even their education.

From my point of view, education is the most significant investment to a worker.

My basic policy is “train others”.

Education…..investment…..

Certification courses that I was forced to take at my own expense…..

Salary that doesn’t go up no matter how hard you work…..

Ugh, my head…..

….well, anyway, slaves will never retire for personal reasons so I can invest as much as I can.

There is also labor training in this world but they will never train slaves.

In other words, once an employee has been trained, he or she will literally work until death.

Maybe one of these days, we can train up slaves to do brain labor and send them somewhere.

Adventurer slaves are easy to train but there are few good points. Hitting the right training for the right people, that’s the only way to make it big….

「Sawadi-sama, the slaves are ready.」

Okay, now, let’s see the slaves.

「Then, let me see them.」

When Perseus, the owner of the slaver house, bows elegantly, the clerks line up disabled slaves.

「Roast-desu, 17 years old, former adventurer, no one arm and one eye.」

She’s a fishkin woman who seems to have a strong will. She has red hair and it is standing upside down. Her right arm is missing from the shoulder and she’s staring at me with her left eye.

「Chicken-desu, 14 years old, former merchant apprentice, bought by an alchemist earlier and missing some internal organs.」

She’s so tiny like a dwarf. She’s a human with a round-cut hairstyle sitting on a chair. She’s staring at her toes and her face is blue. She’s also roughly breathing.

She might even die now.

「Fillet-desu, 16 years old, former housework helper, have some crooked bones and can’t walk straight.」

She doesn’t look 16 years old. This sheepkin looks like an old lady. From what I see, she has dark magic marks which are impossible for ordinary people to see.

「Mince-desu, 18 years old, former regular soldier, I have burns all over my body, no left arm.」

She’s dying too. She’s burnt too much that I can’t even tell her race.

I guess he thought I could heal anything so he took on useless slaves as a barter to get decent slaves at a cheap price.

Well, that’s okay because I can buy them cheap too.

「I’ll buy everyone aside from the sheepkin so give me a discount.」

「Are you going to buy Chicken too? It’s only a matter of time…..」

I guess even a slaver won’t say that the other person will die in front of that said person.

「In our school experiments, I’ve even regenerated a pulled spine.」

「I see….this Perseus apologize.」

I ended up buying three slaves for about a half of what I had in my wallet.

Chicken and Mince, who couldn’t walk, had to be carried on the back of the centaur Pickles.

We’re going to continue making a lot of money by training more people!

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AN: The dark side of the world is usually just flavor. This will be a peaceful novel(For the MC only). Relaxing and fluffy.