Vol 1 Chapter 8 (1/2)

“This is the slave quarters. The slaves that you wanted to buy are over there in the training area.”

Miroir pointed towards the part.i.tioned section.

I see, they divided the room into sections by putting up curtains.

The tent was more or less used for high-cla.s.s slaves, but it was also divided to be shared with the low-cla.s.s slaves. Unlike Mark’s tent, the low-cla.s.s slaves are even separated by the category they fell into.

For example, the laborers were in that corner, while the housekeepers were in the other corner.

There weren’t any decorations here since it wasn’t a place meant to showcase the slaves to customers.

The slaves should also be dressed when being presented to potential customers.

Though maybe not for the labor slaves, since it was better to show off their muscles.

I headed directly towards the back of the room.

There were a lot of child slaves in one section.

These were indeed the cheap slaves.

“These are them?”

“Yes, please check them at your convenience.”

Miroir said it while smiling.

A child slave was surely worth about 2 gold coins.

And why was that? Because they were purchased cheaply in the first place.

There were times when a farmer or a nomad had a bad harvest and could no longer afford to raise their children.

In those hard times, they often sold their children to reduce the number of mouths to feed.

They lacked the strength needed to be a labor slave; they simply didn’t have the physique or muscles to carry heavy loads.

And they couldn’t do clerical work because they couldn’t read or write; there was no chance for them to be educated.

That’s why child slaves were typically so cheap.

Miroir’s shop seems to have a program to raise and train these kinds of kids.

Kids who had the right qualities were raised to be pleasure slaves or were trained for professional work.

Sometimes they stocked up on hopeless low cla.s.s slaves to be sold as disposables,or maybe sell them cheaply to someone who was in the same trade like me.

It was very practical.

It wasn’t a good idea to think about the ethics of the practice, it was simply an evaluation of Miroir’s management practices.

(……Status Open)

By using the Appraisal Skill, I was able to look at the attribute values and skill data.

Normally you would select a child that only had high stats.

Skills didn’t matter at this point.

“These children are a good find, right? Including the procedural expenses, your total would be 2 gold coins. What do you say?”

“You’re right, the stats are indeed high.”

I thought I was going to have to do some old-fas.h.i.+on negotiating, but it was actually settled rather smoothly.

And here I was thinking she was going to overcharge me by at least 50 silver coins because of my youth.

As it was, she seemed fine with just charging me the the market value of 2 gold coins.

“You sure seal the deal quickly, Miroir-san. You’re really helpful too.”

“It is a pleasure to serve you. So, will you be purchasing one from this group?”

“Ah, hold on, give me just a moment.”

It was too bad, but the one I sought was not among the cream of the crop.

The one I really wanted was the little Harpy over there.

Name : Eris Harpya (Slave)

Age : 11 Years Old

Level : 2

HP : 13 MP : 4

Strength : 3

Agility : 5

Magic Power : 2

Endurance : 3

Inherent Blessing : Descendant of the Winged Beast King

Special Skill: Wind Magic Lv. 0

Special Skill: Singing Lv. 0

There was nothing special about her stats, but I immediately noticed her high potential when I saw her skills.

Inherent Blessing: Descendant of the Winged Beast King

A descendant of the King of the Winged Beast race.

Wind Magic Support +

Singing Support +

That was it.

The harpy had an apt.i.tude for Wind magic.

No amount of money could buy this kind of blessing.

“This child seems best suited for what I have in mind.”