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Chronicles of an Aristocrat Reborn in Another World – the Apostle of the Gods Who Know No Self-Restraint (Web Novel) - Volume 2 Chapter 40: The Slave Trader
Volume 2 Chapter 40: The Slave Trader
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After telling Koran that he’d returned to the mansion, Cain went to bed.
The next morning, while eating breakfast, he talked to Koran, who was waiting behind him.
“Koran, do you know where I can find a slave trader? There are now criminal slaves due to the incident in Drintor, so I wanted to ask them about transportation. I’m thinking of stopping by on my way home from school.”
“Cain-sama, the best slave trader in the royal capital is the Sandaramar Company, located near the west gate. They’re famous for their well-disciplined and high-quality slaves.”
“Gotcha, thanks. I’ll stop by on my way home from school.”
“No, you’re going to a slave trader, so I’ll pick you up at school and we’ll go there by carriage, seeing as I know where the place is. Also, if the head of a noble family were to walk by themselves, not to mention going to a slave trader alone, some nasty rumours would spread, affecting the reputation of the Viscount Silford family. Also, Cain-sama, you are liked by the royal family, something quite a few other nobles can’t really stand. So please behave yourself.”
Due to Koran’s frantic attempts to convince him, Cain agreed to be picked up at the gate once school had ended.
Cain then finished his meal and went to school. Although he had only planned on working as the lord during the weekend, due to all sorts of problems like the attack and embezzlement popping up, he been forced to work as the lord even after school. The academy was the only place he could take a break. Walking there leisurely from his mansion took about fifteen minutes, during which he basked in the sunlight. When he entered into the classroom, two familiar people were already sitting in their seats.
“Good morning, Cain-sama.”
“Good morning, Cain-kun.”
Teles, her blonde hair resting on her shoulders, gave him an angelic smile, while Silk, her brown hair tied up in a ponytail, also smiled at him, full of energy.
“Good morning, Teles, Silk.”
He raised his hand and greeted the two of them.
“Cain-sama, why don’t we have tea together after school sometime? Seeing as you’ve been busy on the weekends lately, not that we really mind.”
Cain shook his head at Teles’ invitation.
“Sorry. I have to go meet with a slave trader today after school. Maybe tomorrow, or sometime later.”
Teles, hearing the word ‘slave trader’, started having delusions about Cain buying childish little girls or bewitching women and holding them in his arms.
“Cain-sama! D-d-d-don’t tell me you’re going to buy a little girl or a bewitching woman!! W-we’re here too you know!!”
Teles’ face turned completely red as she started accusing Cain.
She grabbed Cain’s neck with both her hands, and, shaking his head back and forth, tightened her grip more and more.
Cain, thinking ‘this must be what he meant’, was now convinced by Koran’s words.
“H-hang on a minute. Why would I buy those kinds of people? Haven’t you heard that my residence in Drintor was attacked the other day? As the attackers are still imprisoned inside the guards’ station there, and I want to sell them off as criminal slaves, I’m planning to go to the slave trader to get them to go to Drintor to pick them up.”
Stunned at hearing Cain’s words, Teles, embarrassed by her conduct, hid her now bright red face in her hands, on the verge of tears.
Seeing her acting like that, Silk, who was sitting next to her, held her stomach, laughing.
“Awww Teles, looks like you jumped to conclusions there.”
“It’s Cain-sama’s fault, the way he says things is too easy to misunderstand.”
Pouting, Teles turned away in a bad mood, but even so, she was still very cute.
“Angry Teles’ profile is also cute…”
Cain spoke his thoughts out loud, making Teles blush from embarrassment, replacing her anger.
“By the way, Cain-kun. It’s nearly time for summer break, do you have any plans? You’re going to go to Drintor, right?”
Curious about Cain, Silk asked him.
“That’s what I’m currently planning on doing. The place needs a lot of work. Although if you need something, I can always come back here…”
“We were planning on going to the Malbeek territory, like when we first met. But you see, we were a bit worried, so we were thinking maybe we could go together with you? You were there that time to save us, but still, we’re quite worried…”
Silk told Cain, looking up at him.
Cain recalled fighting the pack of orcs on his first trip to the royal capital. He had made it in time then, but he wasn’t sure he’d be able to do so next time. However, Cain did want to guarantee the safety of his fiancées.
“I can’t say yet whether I can go with you or not, but I’ll at least make sure you two can go there safely. And even if we don’t go together, I’ll go meet you later.”
In fact, Cain thought that it would be safest to use [Fly] to get to Malbeek first, transfer back to the royal capital, and once again transfer to Malbeek, but as nobles, they were obligated to spend some money in the towns on the way there. Not to mention that the two of them were members of the royal family and a ducal family respectively, meaning they were doubly, if not triply obligated to do so.
As the afternoon elective was, conveniently, the magic tools course, Cain decided to himself that he’d make the two of them magic tools to guarantee their safety.
Lessons went on, and then it was the afternoon and time for the magic tools course.
The magic tools course was mainly about explaining the theory behind and ways to make magic tools. The students would only actually start making magic tools themselves once they were high schoolers.
“– – so, due to that, if you engrave a magic stone while thinking of the magic, and then apply magic power to it, the engraved magic will activate.”
“– – I’ve got it!!!”
Cain had been thinking of ways to protect the two of them, but no good ideas had come to his mind.
Because the lesson they were sitting in was about just the perfect magic tool for what he wanted to do, Cain unintentionally shouted out.
“Cain-kun, what exactly, ‘have you got’?”
Professor Selina, the teacher in charge of the magic tools course asked Cain.
Looking around at his surroundings, Cain noticed that he was standing, alone, with everyone staring at him.
“I’m sorry. It’s just, the method you were just explaining about, professor, made the exact magic tool I want to make come to mind.”
Cain apologised and sat down.
“Uh-huh, is that so. I’ve heard you tend to go a bit overboard with things. Don’t go around making things that would bother other people too much, okay?”
“Right. I’ll be careful.”
Class resumed, but Cain was already deep in thought about the magic tool he was going to give to Teles and Silk.
Once class was over, Cain hurriedly got ready to go home, and, saying goodbye to Teles, Silk and his classmates, he left the academy. He made sure he’d memorized the magic tool he wanted to make, and then got on the carriage Koran had brought to pick him up with.
They went through the noble’s district to the commoner’s district, and, near the west gate, they turned off onto a side road.
When Koran told him that they had arrived, Cain got off the carriage. It turned out that the slave trader’s was not located in some busy shopping district, but in an inconspicuous back alley branching off a small side road.
It was a fine, three-story building built out of bricks with a sign reading ‘Sandaramar Company’ in front of it.
Having gotten off from the carriage earlier, Koran opened the business’s door, and Cain walked in, not caring that he was still in his school uniform.
“Welcome.”
As Cain entered the store, an elderly man dressed in butler’s clothes greeted him.
Even if he saw Cain as just some child, he still greeted him properly.
“Welcome, Lord Silford, to our company. What are you looking for today?”
He was so polite, even though Cain was still a child, and moreover he even knew his name. Cain was surprised.
“How do you know my name?”
“That’s because, if you run a business in the royal capital, you pay particular attention to any and all information you may receive. Defeating monsters and saving the princess and the duke’s daughter, being conferred a title at the tender age of five, and being promoted to viscount at ten. Other than you, there is no-one in the royal capital who can do such things. – – Ah, sorry, that was rude of me. I’m Sandaramar, the president of this company. Nice to meet you, Lord Silford.”
Cain was even more surprised that the man he had thought was the receptionist was actually the company’s chairman.
“Ah, perhaps you were surprised that I was the receptionist. I only do business after I’ve seen the customer. We don’t sell slaves to just anyone, you see. I judge people with my eyes, and then decide whether I’ll sell to them or not.”
Cain could follow along with the reasoning behind such a business method. It didn’t take him long to realize that if the person the slaves were sold to was terrible, they would have a miserable and hard life.
Cain was impressed that Koran had managed to recommend a business where the president himself judged the customers.
“Lord Silford, please enter the meeting room over here first. Oy, someone, take over the reception will you!”
Opening a door next to the reception, Sandaramar guided Cain into a meeting room, his post taken over by some employee who came out from the back of the store.
Cain sat down on the sofa inside, Sandaramar opposite him.
“Well, you see, the truth is, I’m visiting today because I captured a couple dozen criminals in my territory in the town of Drintor, and I was thinking of giving them to you as criminal slaves.”
“Criminal slaves, was it… there’s a limit to their usefulness, so they won’t fetch too much of a high price. Are you all right with that? A typical criminal slave is usually around three large silver coins per person. Of course, that’s only if their limbs are uninjured. A slave without limbs won’t have any takers.”
“I concur. Also, there’s four active-duty, A-Rank adventurers. I want you to go pick up fifty-or-so people, although I’ll leave the specifics up to you.”
“That many people? We’ll cover the cost of transportation from Drintor to here. How about one gold coin for a single A-Rank adventurer, and three large silver coins per criminal slave?”
“That’ll be fine. Please go pick them up as soon as you can. Because there’s a lot of them, we have to allocate a lot of manpower to security too.”
“Understood, we’ll go visit and pick them up this week. We’ll bring the contract with us.”
Cain and Sandaramar stood up and shook hands.
“Lord Silford, why don’t you go look over the slaves? If it weren’t for this opportunity for a deal, I doubt you would have come here.”
Cain had no intention of buying them, but as he had knowledge from his previous life, he was a little interested in slaves.
“Well then, give me the tour.”
Guided by Sandaramar, he entered the slaves’ living space. Of course, the door to the room was fitted with a lockable grate, allowing one to peek inside. Their beds lined up in the room, there were many people wearing beautiful clothes. The men’s and women’s rooms were separated, the slaves seemed to be being fed properly, and none of them seemed thin and sickly.
“No matter who I look at, they all seem a bit gloomy, but you seem to be feeding them properly and they don’t seem too depressed.”
“That’s because as a slave trader, they are extremely important and valuable goods. If their physical condition isn’t good, we won’t sell them. After all, we’re running a business on trust here. This floor is mainly for debt slaves, so there’s a lot of people who’s companies failed to get off the ground and the like. We teach the ones who can’t read how to, thanks to which our customers trust us very much.”
Going up the stairs to the next floor, it was filled with beastmen. Dog beastmen, cat beastmen, bear beastmen, and a bunch of other types of beastman.
“Many of these beastmen were sold when the harvests in their villages were too little. As war slaves and criminal slaves are usually sent to mines, you won’t find them here.”
Listening to the explanation, Cain suddenly turned his gaze towards a door heading into the back of the building, as he felt a worrying feeling coming from there.
“Sandaramar-san, I’d like to see inner parts of the building.”
“– – the back, eh? Although I think there’s no need for you to see that, Lord Silford. It’s full of monsters currently being transported, who will definitely attack you, and slaves with limbs missing.”
“I don’t mind. Lemme see.”
Cain was guided around, and eventually entered the room he felt the worrying feeling from.
There were two beastmen girls of differing ages sitting on the bed, one of them around fifteen, the other around ten years old. They both had white hair that stretched all the way down to their waists, and equally white fox ears on their heads, making them look like sisters. However, the older girl had nothing below both her knees, while the younger sister had lost her left arm.
Snuggling up as if to protect each other and making miserable faces, they glanced up at Cain as he entered the room, then looked away.
“These two are…?”
In response to Cain’s question, Sandaramar began talking while frowning slightly.
“These two are sisters, but fox-people say that white foxes bring unhappiness and misfortune, so they were sold off by their village as slaves. However, while they were being transported, they were attacked by monsters, and the slave trader, in order to protect himself, used them as bait while he ran away. I heard that was when they got their injuries. After that, a carriage belonging to our company happened to be passing through there, the hired adventurers exterminated the monsters, saving them, and then our company decided to protect the two of them. They may be missing limbs, but the older sister is smart, which is why they’re here.”
“– – Give me these two, if you would.”
Staring at them, Cain unintentionally said to Sandaramar.
