episode_0030
by fnovelpia“, the elf disappeared? What on earth do you mean!”
City Nokhtar.
In each city, there are merchants that control the city’s market, but the place with the strongest influence in Nokhtar was by far the Desert Rose Merchant.
In the office at the top of the desert, a voice filled with confusion rang out even outside the building.
Roperman was waiting for the elf to arrive. But it wasn’t the elf that came, but Bibo.
Loferman’s secretary reported.
“There was a report from an adventurer who found the corpses of mercenaries on the road to the forest.”
“Yo, all the mercenaries are dead? Are you saying that a demonic beast has appeared?”
“No. All of the corpses had wounds that looked like they had been stabbed with small blades, and the bars of the prison that imprisoned the elf had been cut cleanly. As expected, it appears to have been the work of skilled assassins.”
“Assassin… !”
Loferman was astonished.
He annihilated the mercenary group he had formed and stole the elves. I couldn’t guess who would have dared commit such an atrocity.
A fellow elf? Or those with hostility at the top?
I can’t be specific.
If you work at the top, you are bound to get a small bonus in your income.
Since there are no witnesses, it is impossible to even trace it.
“My slave, the collection… .”
In desperation, Loferman fell down on his chair. The chair, unable to withstand his weight, squeaked and screamed.
How much money was spent to capture the elf? It cost well over 200 gold just to recruit mercenaries and provide them with lodging. That much money flew into thin air.
He boasted to the whole neighborhood that he had caught an elf there. I made a promise to show it to the nobles, but what should I say now?
Loferman sits as if he has lost the world. Then, he hurriedly raised his heavy body.
“Ho, are there any other elves in the city?”
“Should elves come to this dirty city? If there was one, rumors would have spread a long time ago.”
“You may not know. That elf might have come here. Ha, please take a look.”
“Okay.”
A secretary who answers promptly.
I sighed internally.
Are there elves in a city like this?
I guess I can just say I’m not doing it to kill time.
***
Early morning.
As a bar, Soiree Duke opens only when the sun goes down.
Thanks to this, in the mornings when the store is not open, you can drink coffee made by Victor and eat food prepared by him.
Of course it’s free. How much did I pay for drinks yesterday? You deserve to eat at least for free.
It was a time when I was leisurely enjoying coffee while enjoying Ungi brunch.
The kids of that age, bursting with energy that even dogs couldn’t overcome, ate their food in an instant. They were ready to go out early in the morning.
There was so much energy that the sound of stamping feet to go play sounded like the sound of a tractor starting.
“We’ll go out and come back!”
“Please be careful. Because it’s an ugly neighborhood. Oh, if you have a girl who wants to be a slave, you can bring her.”
“Where in the world is there a person like that? Even if I have it, I won’t bring it!”
“If you’re cute, I’ll buy you the sword that Matthew wanted.”
“One person will be able to organize it!”
Matthew left the bar with the girls. You have already become the main character of the harem. You should be grateful to me.
When the children disappeared, a calm peace flowed through the bar. Morning coffee in a place with a nice atmosphere. This is romance.
“How long do you plan on staying here?”
Victor, who was cleaning a glass, asks such a question.
“Master, are you trying to kick me out now? How much have I done for you?”
“Oh, no, it couldn’t be possible. He’s Emily’s benefactor. That’s because I don’t think I’m the type of person to stay in one place for a long time without a purpose.”
“It will be there for a while, so you don’t have to worry.”
The first stage of the liberation of Arpia is Nokhtar. Although the story was twisted from the beginning, the scheduled event will not be canceled overnight.
You have to stay here until then.
At that time, the smell of the forest, lightly stomping on the scent of the bar, spread. The scent is strong enough to make you think you are in a forest just by smelling it.
Crack, thump, thump.
The sound of rushing footsteps. Our eyes returned to the stairs, and Alfia appeared head first.
“Oh!”
Alfia’s green eyes widened as she made eye contact with me. I gave her a bright smile.
“Good morning, Miss Arpia. Did you sleep well? I was worried because I passed out while drinking yesterday.”
“Ooh, don’t be funny! Why are you so sane? Did you cheat? There’s no way a person could drink that much and be this fine!”
This is an extremely theoretical statement.
If it were me, I wouldn’t have worried about getting drunk and would have passed out with foam at the mouth.
“That’s why I didn’t tell you. Doing something while clearly knowing the outcome is not betting, it is fraud. Did I make it clear?”
But what can I do?
I gave notice. You were the one who jumped in there.
“Miss Alpia needs to reflect. If it was me, it’s a shame, if it was someone else, it would have been a big problem. Even though I knew for sure I would win, I didn’t bet anything. Wow, what a good owner you are.”
“You, you… !”
I took a sip of coffee as a snack while watching Alfia’s face become distorted.
“I, I can’t admit it!”
Alfia tries to run away.
Run towards the door.
‘Where.’
If you go out like that, you’ll get noticed. Do you want to advertise that I stole Loferman’s elf?
I pulled at the shackles of my soul.
Crash.
“Thank you!”
Alfia, who was running, suddenly stops. She tries to resist by biting her mouth, but she cannot move.
It will work because Mirabelle has awakened. Do you think it will work for you?
“Don’t waste your energy starting in the morning and just eat.”
Alfia ignored my words and only after trying a few more times did she realize that it was impossible.
He sits down next to me with trudging, desperate steps. The soulless gaze falls on the table.
Then Victor pushed the bowl in front of her. It was bread and a soft-boiled fried egg. Although Alfia looked lethargic, she still had what she wanted to say.
“I don’t eat eggs… .”
“Elf lady, I am sixty years old this year. Anyway, speaking informally… .”
“I have more than you.”
“… … Hey there, Karami. A slave speaks informally? Shouldn’t we provide thorough education?”
“Slaves with a lot of personality are welcome.”
Victor looks with betrayed eyes.
Why are you looking at me like that? I’m always on the side of our slaves.
“Except eggs. Mainly vegetarian.”
“… I understand.”
At Alfia’s order, Victor goes to prepare a new meal. Alfia begins to chew the bread.
I rested my chin and stared at her profile. Alfia quietly chewed the bread without even looking at her.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Because it’s pretty. The elf even looks like a statue when he eats.”
“Say things you don’t even mean.”
“I don’t like it. I’m serious. And Ms. Alfia herself admitted it yesterday, right? She says she’s really pretty.”
At those words, Alfia jerked! Turn your head. Her braids swing like a whip.
“My, I said that?”
“Of course. I made the flower sepals with my hands to make it look cute.”
Half of it is a lie, but it’s no problem. Because she has no way of finding out the truth. Just add a spoonful here and it’s perfect.
“Don’t you remember clinging to me and saying, ‘I’m so happy to be my master’s slave?’ Was I the only one who was serious?”
“I don’t remember anything like that! There’s no way you could say something like that! It was a lie after all!”
“Crap.”
After all, this doesn’t work.
It’s unfortunate, but it’s still okay. Because you can increase your likeability slowly.
“Would you like some water?”
“You have hands. Drink it on your own.”
“… … .”
Wow, I had the illusion that the real world had just collapsed.
Anyway, it’s true, a slave drinks after his master. I let out a deep sigh with mixed feelings.
“Ha, Miss Mirabel made it okay if you ask for water.”
“Mirabel? Who is that?”
“There is a child like that. The cutest witch in the world who makes ice and water when you’re hot, and hugs you to keep you warm when it’s cold.”
“Then you can just ask her to do it. Where did you go?”
“I sent it to my mom. They must be living happily up there.”
Alfia’s gaze is cold, but I don’t really care. Water comes before anything like that.
“Ah, I miss Mirabel. Miss Mirabell even made water for me.”
“Why, why are you like this?”
“No depression. Mooo
“Ah, okay! I’ll follow you! Just follow along!”
Alfia, unable to withstand my desperate struggle, pours water into a cup and serves it to me.
“ character. Okay?”
“This is really not cool. Is there any water that spirits make other than this? I heard that spirit water has such a refreshing feeling.”
“It’s so absurd. Do you know that the water spirit is a well? and… I can’t do it even if I want to. Because I can’t handle spirits.”
Alfia has the face of a person with many stories and mutters in a voice without confidence.
If the basic skill of a slave trader is to use one’s tongue, then the basic skill of an elf is to use a bow and spirits.
But Alpia can’t handle both. This is not to say that there are no spirits.
‘The problem is that it is too closely tied to the spirit.’
Originally, the spirit chose the elf it liked, and the spirit gave power to the elf. But Arpia is slightly different.
From birth, spirits entered Arpia’s body and became part of her body.
Spirits of different natures cause friction, and Alfia bears all the pain that arises.
It is said that when you drink alcohol, the spirits get drunk and the pain is lessened. This was the reason why Alfia became a drunkard. Because of that, I get drunk and wander most of the day.
I can’t handle spirits.
A low-level elf who can’t use a bow.
I don’t have any friends because I was ostracized. Driven out to the outskirts of the great forest. All I do is get drunk and mess around most of the day.
Well, it’s a character with a sad setting.
Not the pretty, smart sister, but the Hickey unemployed next door sister. That’s Arpia.
Well, thanks to this, you can get an estimate of what needs to be solved just by listening.
“Let’s get up when we’ve finished eating.”
“Huh? Why?”
“I have a place to go.”
I’m going to go make him pretend to be a poor elf.
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