Purchase More Slaves

"Because we need food. That's all!"

This was an absurd story, and a cruel one.

A harsh environment, where humans and Demi-humans cooperated to survive—a special region.

It was the Northern Border of the Principality of Olexian. After the Demi-human Kingdom was destroyed, the Demi-humans were scattered. Some returned to primitive life, some joined the Demon Race, some joined the Orcs, and some joined humans.

One group of Dog Demi-humans had settled with a group of humans. The Dog Demi-humans were skilled hunters, and the two sides benefited each other, surviving through cooperation.

However, the Orcs had been fighting a fierce civil war for the past several decades, and many worthless small Orc tribes had left to attack humans.

Their original homes had been destroyed, leaving them with no choice but to wander everywhere.

They had found a new place to live, but they had run out of food. So every household had sent out a child, selling their sons and daughters.

These were all the youngest children.

Some were even only five years old.

Lynn nodded. It was a cliché story, but a real one—people driven to sell their children.

The Principality of Olexian had developed well thanks to the capable management of its earlier ancestors. Selling their children in exchange for more food was a reasonable choice.

Still, they all had flaxen hair. Only this gray-haired girl looked completely out of place.

Lynn voiced his question. "You're different from the other children. You're so knowledgeable, and you have gray hair. How did you end up among these slaves?"

"Because my father died, my mother and Older sister went missing, and they took me in." The little girl calmly spoke of her tragedy. Her mental fortitude was clearly remarkable.

"You have no family left to keep alive. You have Nothing at all. Why would you choose to sell yourself into slavery?" Lynn began listing the flaws in her logic. "If you have Nothing at all, why give up your freedom?"

Dania's originally sharp, ambitious gaze suddenly dimmed. "Because I already have Nothing at all, sir. All I'm doing is trying to bring my Villagers a little benefit."

"At the same time, I want to keep living. Right now, I can't think of any way to survive other than becoming a slave."

Yes, Dania had a clear understanding of her situation. She would become a slave and survive first.

What about becoming a Beggar?

Beggars had organizations. Back in Lynn's homeland, Great Hua, there had been the Beggar Gang. Here, there was also a beggar organization called the Rat Society.

What about petty theft?

That was completely impossible. This world had magic, and thieves had already developed into a profession known as rogues.

How could a child like her steal anything?

Robbery was even less worth considering.

With Dania's looks, in a few more years, she could become a plaything for others' urges.

Farm by herself?

Impossible. Once someone robbed her, she would have no choice but to behave. How would she get salt?

Someone with an unknown and suspicious identity like hers could easily be followed after Entering the City, then sold off.

There was an extremely high chance that doing any of those things would end with a group of people having their way with her. Forget a little girl—even little boys were not safe. Priests liked little boys best.

This was a world with Elves, Goblins, Orcs, Demi-humans, and the Dragon Race. What do you think human XP would be like?

Liking little boys was considered conservative in this world. The radicals even wanted to fuck dragons, fuck the Demon Race, get played with by tentacles, and some even wanted to fuck Goblins.

Yes, don't think Goblins were the only ones who could fuck human girls. Some perverted, muscular human men really would fuck Goblins.

Lynn had read about these things in some unofficial histories.

Humans could imagine fucking such creatures even in a world without fantasy races. If those fantasy races truly existed, did you think humans would not fuck them?

The Beggars on the streets were mostly Old Men—filthy all over, unattractive, and weak. Only people like that could avoid trouble.

Anyone with even a bit of looks had long since been fucked by perverts.

If Dania could be bought as a maid, she would indeed have a slightly better life. But there was still something Lynn needed to ask. "Then let me ask you this: has anyone tried to buy you before?"

"A few people did, but the uncle brushed them off by saying that I had already been reserved."

The commercialization of slavery meant there were laws and regulations protecting it. If the seller refused to sell, then under normal circumstances, the slave could not be bought. Dania had protected herself well. Only Lynn had a Beautiful Girl radar and could discern Dania's looks from her bone structure. To everyone else, Dania was merely village-beauty level.

Don't assume people of the upper class had never seen Beautiful Women. If this society's standards of beauty were normal, then in a feudal, slave-owning society like this one, the maids in every household would at least be village-beauty level—except perhaps among knights.

That was why it made sense that Dania had not been forcibly bought by a Noble.