Chapter 3 (2/2)
There were no problems with the identification of the heads, but its smell was intense and it was hard to clean it up. This was something he didn´t really want to be doing often.
“Yes. Well, it´s just something I got curious about.”
Bela answered with a serious face to Milan´s question.
“Isn´t it the human nature to want to crush people´s heads when you see them?”
Milan was mentally muttering to himself “Yes, in the end, she is really weird”, but it seems those thoughts didn´t reach Bela.
“Well, I just wanted to relax a bit, you see. But unfortunately, it seems I got a “miss” for all of them.”(TL note: That thing about popcicles. I have no idea how this is supposed to be called in english ¬¬)
“Are there “winning” ones?”
Going with the flow of the conversation, MIlan ended up asking.
“Winning ones, right? It would be like… You see, since long ago, I would always feel annoyed when I didn´t break something. So I was wondering if I would feel better if I smashed some heads.”(TL note: I guess she is saying that she wondered if she would feel refreshed if she smashed heads, so after smas.h.i.+ng some heads and not feeling refreshed, she decided all of them were “misses”)
“Please, don´t smash my head, ok?”
To those words, Bela responded by saying “Isn´t it refres.h.i.+ng if you smash things even if a little bit?” but Milan ignored it. He didn´t want to know how it would be to feel “relieved”.
“Now then, please sign here.”
“Alright.”
Then, after Milan confirmed Bela´s sign, he now officially could give the coin pouch to Bela.
The very heavy pouch had eight million nine hundred thousand Goldin inside. This was an amount that wouldn´t be seen unless it a mercenary group would have done a big job; jobs like this wouldn´t be possible to be completed alone to begin with.
“I wonder if this much isn´t enough for what I´ve been planning on buying.”
“Oya? Do you have plans to purchase something?”
To Milan´s words, Bela laughed, saying “Just some slaves”.
“Slaves? Well, if it is this amount of money, it would be possible to purchase some slaves, wouldn´t it?”
“I want those that won´t break up right away though. Would this much be enough?”
Milan started to think about what Bela had said.
“So you really want battle slaves. If it is average warriors, there wouldn´t be any problems on buying five or six of them, but if you want first rate ones, it would be difficult. The cheapest would be a ten million. Depending of the place, it can be twenty or thirty million instead. I´ve heard that just recently, because some n.o.bles were disputing one of them, it had reached the price of a hundred million.”
“Is that so? Well, it is fine as long as they have good build and acceptable looks. It looks like those first rate are more disputed than I thought after all, and it would be a pain if I had to fight for them each time, you know?”
“Well, in either of those two, you don´t really have enough money.”
While shrugging his shoulders, Milan said.
“I don´t really mind getting more money little by little, but it´s not like I want to work on low paying jobs. So, I want something threatening there.”
Saying “I see”, Milan nodded. After thinking for a bit, he answered.
“In that case, what do you think about going to city of battle slaves after some time?”(TL note: でしたら少し待ってからWhat does he mean by saying after waiting a while? Is it because of the war? I guess there might be other stuff you can do to get good money at the city, but… It doesn´t really make any sense ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬)
“City of battle slaves?”
Bela leaned her head to the side to the name she had never heard of.
“It is a city at the north from here that gathers battle slaves and make them fight each other.”
“Are you talking about a Colossus?”
When Bela said the name of the city she was supposed to be sold to, Milan nodded. It seems her guess wasn´t wrong.
“Yes, it seems that the war with the neighboring kingdom of Paroma is about to be over, so I´ve heard that soon a new batch of goods will be coming.
Once a battle is over, the captured soldiers are sold as battle slaves. Depending on the negotiations, there are times the person is given back to their country for a high price, but for the most of them, such wouldn´t happen, and they would become battle slaves.
“I see. But, is this war still going on?”
Bela knew of the situation around here, but Bela wanted to aim for bigger jobs.
“Yes.”
“In that case, they should still be searching for mercenaries, right?”
To Bela´s smile, Miran answered, saying “please, do as you wish”.
It was difficult to capture someone alive in the middle of the war, where friends and foes are jumbled together. Most of the battle slaves were soldiers that had surrendered after their army had resigned.
“I have a machiini with me for the people recruiting. I guess that´s reasonable.”
After finis.h.i.+ng hearing the girls nonsense, Miran went back to his word. And then, with her laughing that was unlike of a little girl echoing through the a.s.sociation, Bela left the mercenary a.s.sociation.
She didn´t have any business with this town anymore. Bela´s heart was already set towards the city of battle slaves, Colossus.
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