Spearman's Fate

Chapter 6 The Irrefutable 'Cruel Reality'

Lancer swears that he will definitely take off his 'Great Mage (Reserve)' hat today!

There is no doubt that Lancer's performance was a little different from usual because he was a little excited at this time, which made the people who traveled with him couldn't help but sigh -- even a man who doesn't seem to talk much is a man in essence. ~

But the next route was a bit strange, because they didn't actually go towards the 'Happy Street' that Lancer knew.

As for why Lancer knew about the so-called 'Happy Street' route?Cough cough~ These are all trivial matters, in short Lancer feels that the route is not right.

"Where are we going? Aren't we going to..."

Although Lancer didn't say it completely, the meaning in the words was obvious, and the colleague who was entertaining the guest shook his head with a weird smile on his face.

"Lance, you may not know when you first came to the imperial capital. Although the 'Happy Street' is the place with the most traffic in the imperial capital, it is actually there... tsk tsk ~ those who go there are either those rich nobles or wealthy businessmen, or nothing. Ordinary people with money, and although the places where those rich people go are in Happy Street, in fact, ordinary people in those places are not even qualified to enter the door. As for ordinary places, I don’t need to explain them, right?”

"That's like you... what about us?"

"Hehe~ That's naturally the place I'm going to take you to next. Although there is no business license, it is a 'semi-public' place..."

After finishing speaking, he stopped talking to the convenience but quickened his pace. Lancer simply did not ask to follow in the footsteps of the other party, and then everyone came to a 'building complex'.

"This is... where?"

In Lancer's guess, they went to either a place full of pink lights and ambiguous colors, or a very secret area, but they didn't expect to come to such a place like a 'villa area'.

"Here? A slave merchant's family who just came to the imperial capital from the east to do business. Okay, don't waste your time, let's go."

After finishing speaking, Fang Fang walked towards the gate first, and after talking to the person at the gate, the gate was opened, and then they walked in.

"Lieutenant-sama~Welcome~"

Before the group arrived at the building, a middle-aged man with a moustache had already greeted him. It had to be said that the other party did not look like a 'slave merchant' in appearance or when he spoke. Man thanks like a 'gentleman'.

"what happened?"

"It's not... it's a slave trader..."

"Is the slave trader strange? Haven't you met Lancer?"

The other party's natural expression made Lancer not know what to say for a while. There is no doubt that this profession will not completely disappear even in modern times, because there will always be darkness where people can't see it, but there is no such thing as Even if there is doubt, it is rejected by ordinary people, but at this time, the expression of the other party's clothes makes Lancer feel that he is out of tune with this 'world' for the first time.

But the other party didn't seem to think that Lancer would think so much at all, he just patted Lancer on the shoulder to signal him not to be nervous.

"In the empire, 'slave merchants' are completely legal. As long as you have a 'business license' that can apply for slave merchants, there is no problem. Every year, whether the empire is resisting the invasion of those foreign nations or friction with those small countries, of course, The salaries of our ordinary soldiers cost a lot of money, and after those people of different races are captured, they will be sold to slave traders at the border, and then they will sell them all over the country..."

Listening to the other party's explanation, Lancer even felt that the other party was not talking about real people but 'objects'. This absurd feeling came as he saw countless people in rags and chains around their necks after entering the building. Afterwards, it swelled to a level that could not be concealed.

"You don't sympathize with these guys, do you?"

"..."

Although Lancer didn't speak, his silence could be said to be an answer to a certain extent.

"Second Lieutenant Lancer, it seems that you still don't know much about the status quo of the 'Empire'. This group of scum from different races is not worthy of your sympathy. Do you know what they did after they breached our village? You know that our people were arrested. What happens after you leave? You..."

But just as he was halfway through speaking, the man who was talking to the slave trader had already returned, and he grabbed the middle-aged man's hand to stop his next words.

"Brother Queser, your words are a bit heavy, after all, Lieutenant Lancer has just joined the army; and Brother Lancer, don't be angry with Brother Queser, he was transferred from the army from the east, and he participated in several times at the border. The battle with foreign nations, which also includes going to the hinterland of foreign nations to perform missions, he has seen many things that we have not seen... Forget it, let's not talk about it, after all, I'm here to be happy~"

While talking, he pulled Lancer to the rows of 'iron cages'.

"Boss, you don't have to accompany us. We will choose it by ourselves, but this is my friend's first time here. Please introduce him."

After he finished speaking, he walked to the side, and the others were similar, only Lancer and the slave trader were left standing together.

"Sorry, sir, I'm only introducing myself now. I'm the owner of this slave trade guild--Nibb. Now, please allow me to introduce my 'goods' to you."

The other party's extremely calm and even slightly proud tone made Lancer not know what to say for a while. The other party made him feel like the owner of the pet shop who introduced him to pets.

"Listen to the captain, sir, is it your first time to come to a place like ours?"

"That's right..."

Lancer's voice seemed a little dry at this time due to complicated emotions, but the other party seemed to have not noticed it, and he was still politely but respectfully talking to him.

"I haven't met guests like you, sir. Guess how I usually persuade them?"

"……do not know."

"Although it's not very good for me, it may actually be a good ending for these slaves to be bought. The biggest supply here is generally strong men and those beautiful women. If It's definitely a good thing for them to be bought by a caring owner."

The other party did not explain the situation of the 'slaves' to him, or even refuted what he had done. The other party simply stated a fact, and it was this 'cruel reality' that was irrefutable.

Chapter 7 Expatriation and raids

If Lancer was still in high spirits before he came here, then when he really started to 'select goods', he fell into a state of silence because of his completely different views from this world.

People in this world basically don't have any strangeness about 'slavery'. The reason why they are more resistant is because the situation of these slaves does not look very good.

Those 'high-quality goods' are okay, some of the ordinary ones are even naked, and generally speaking, the people who come here are at least from wealthy families, and those who have never seen such a picture will inevitably be shocked. But Lancer was different. He was totally disgusted by it all.

But after the initial anger, he showed a wry smile. What's the point of his disgust?Let's not talk about whether he has the ability to change 'slavery', you must know that the era he lived in did not completely eliminate these things, he was just out of sight.

In the end, because he had no interest, he left after saying hello to the others.

Because of his irritability, he chose to return directly to the guards station. Although he wanted to drink to relieve his boredom, he was not allowed to drink alcohol in the barracks, and he himself was more 'afraid of death'.

On the other hand, Lancer didn't know that when he left the Slave Merchant Guild, several of his comrades who went with him to 'joy' also returned to the barracks, not much slower than him.