Vol 1 Chapter 6 (2/2)

Only the high-quality slaves are given clothing.

Appearance was a serious matter for the high-cla.s.s slaves.

Clothes, makeup, perfume, and all accessories were props to raise the value of the merchandise.

Although I call them“props”, it wasn’t unusual for the price to double with such simple additions.

It was often said that people were easily deceived by appearances.

Even having the most exceptional slaves in a separate tent was all part of the ploy.

And by lavishly decorating the tent, it increased the value of the slave in one’s mind.

That was the purpose purchasing clothes for slaves.

I understood its value.

Finally, Mina seemed to have all the qualities to be considered a high-cla.s.s slave, just as I expected.

“Understood. And the funds?”

“You’ll have to manage with just 1 gold coin.”

1 gold coin.

1 gold coin was worth 100 silver coins, and 1 silver coin was worth 100 copper coins.

I equated a copper coin to be worth 10¥, therefore 1 gold coin was about 100,000¥.

At least, that’s what I felt it was worth.

Even so, the budget would be stretched thin if it also had to pay for all the accessories.

“So it’s one gold for just the clothes, right?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, that’s for clothes and accessories. Are you trying to tell me you can’t do it?”

I realized what he meant the minute I looked into Mark’s eyes.

From the start, this jerk wanted me to eat the additional costs myself.

“Now look, consider it a ‘learning experience’ as a merchant’s apprentice, you should takes notes of the ups and downs of market value.”

Mark looked me in the eyes and smiled spitefully.

He really meant it.

According to him, he was not amused to hear I was saving up some money.

I had actually managed to save 3 gold coins already.

It wasn’t a small amount of money by any means. You could even buy a relatively cheap slave for that amount.

It was entirely possible with just those 3 gold coins, I could oppose Mark..

And Mark antic.i.p.ated that.

This entire scheme was thought up just to make me use my money.

In fact, it was an order.

“d.i.c.kwad, don’t ever think of defying me or else.”

Mark threatened me with a warning.

I wouldn’t put it past him to torment me using a battle slave if I defied his orders.

And after he’d had his fun, he would just take away all my money anyway, calling it “punishment”.

I had no right to question his orders.

“I understand.”

I bowed my head gently.

I was resolved to someday teach this a.s.shole a lesson.

He should not have crossed that line.

He tried to arbitrarily take the money I had saved.

Was he completely oblivious to all the trouble I had to go through to save that much?

Absurd. That was the word that came to mind.

For now, I endured the bitter taste left in my mouth.

But I wouldn’t stand for him making a fool of me.

I won’t allow allow him to mock my efforts.

I do have one thing to say though.

Unlike the modern society I had been used to, here it was perfectly reasonable to kill someone over such disrespect.

Life was cheap.

And I would purchase Mark’s cheap life with 3 gold coins.

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