Third Death Row Series: According to God, Death Is Salvation and Killing Is a Good Deed. The Source Is Me. - Chapter 28
- Third Death Row Series: According to God, Death Is Salvation and Killing Is a Good Deed. The Source Is Me.
- Chapter 28 - The One Being Waited For Is Coming
Translator: MadHatter Editor: MadHatter
The day after the suspicious carriages were passed at the checkpoint, when I was unusually not drinking and writing a tedious report to headquarters in my room, I received a response from Envy, who was staying at the other inn as Cayenne.
Apparently, a visitor had come to Cayenne. I could only conceive of one visitor visiting Cayenne in the middle of the night like this.
Suspending my work on the report, I focused my attention on Envy with the aim of directly maneuvering him. In a flash, the report that was in front of me faded into the distance, and soon an unfamiliar cream-colored wall appeared in front of my eyes. This was proof that I was able to synchronize my five senses with Envy’s.
It was then that I heard a well-timed, careful knocking on the door.
With a hint of arrogance in the corners of my words, I allowed entry. No matter how many times I have done this, it always felt strange to hear a voice I did not recognize at all emanating from my throat.
The person who entered the room was a man dressed like a merchant who could be found anywhere at first sight. Could this be the slave trader X? No, he wouldn’t dare come alone to a place like this, would he?
“I was wondering if you are Master Cayenne Vivilash? My name is Dorico, and I am a trader in this area. First of all, let me apologize for my unexpected visit.”
“Hmph, I would normally have no inclination to meet a nameless merchant such as yourself. But today I am in a good mood. You are lucky.”
“Yes, I thank the Aether God for granting me this good fortune.”
The merchant, who introduced himself as Dorico, prayed on the spot with a theatrical gesture and looked up at me with a low posture as if he was about to rub his hands together.
“By the way, Master Vivilash, I am here with you for a unique reason. I thought I could be of service to you, so I have taken the time to meet with you.”
A waiting man has arrived, huh? I chuckled inwardly.
“Say it. I have taken time out of my schedule to talk to a merchant of your caliber. If it’s a trivial story, I won’t tolerate it.”
“Please rest assured. I am in no way trying to cause a loss to you, Master Vivilash. What I wanted to talk about this time is the story of your slaves.”
I nodded my head as if to imply, “What do you mean?”
Dorico’s mouth twisted savagely in response and he began to speak as if he were rambling about the subject.
“I have heard that Master Vivilash already owns a large number of slaves. However, a slave will eventually become weak and useless if they are used. Therefore, I would like you to entrust me with the procurement and arrangement of high-quality personal slaves.”
“You mean… you are a slave trader?”
“No, no, of course not! I only deliver slaves to you, and I do not receive any monetary compensation!”
“Hmm, what is that supposed to mean?”
How can this be of any benefit to this man? I honestly questioned this unexpected reversal.
“So I am only a slave… and this wording is also problematic. I am only a ‘money-free’ worker. But in exchange, I would like to ask you to give priority to the purchase of my products when you need something, Master Vivilash.”
Dorico’s subsequent explanation made it clear to me.
In other words, this slave trader was trying to make a profit by having people buy his products in exchange for free slaves. Perhaps the price of the commodity would not be the market price. In exchange for offering slaves free of charge, they would probably demand an exorbitant price. This would indeed not be buying and selling slaves, but it would be a mere quibble.
But I had been waiting for this offer for a long time. It was highly improbable that the man in front of me, who called himself Dorico, was slave trader X, but if I linked hands with him here, I would eventually be able to trace X. Right, this was an undercover operation, so to speak. Of course, it was never my intention to keep a slave myself or anything like that.
“Hmph, I see what you are saying. That’s exactly what a trader like you would think.”
In spite of my words, Cayenne seemed to be in no mood to be satisfied with the situation. Perhaps one day I will be scouted as an actor, I thought to myself.
Cayenne must have sensed that Dorico was enthusiastic about the idea. Dorico took this opportunity to lean forward and look up at Cayenne as if peering into his eyes.
“How about it?”
“Well, I’ll consider it positively.”
“I apologize, but I must ask you to make a decision right here, right now. If you agree here, in return, I will send one of my slaves to you right here and now as a sign of your intimacy.”
Dorico asked for an answer here and now, probably to prevent a run-in with the military police. Certainly, by refusing, I would still be in the dark about Dorico’s true identity, and if I agreed to take one of his slaves, I would then be an accomplice to the crime. It had always been a mystery to me why it was so difficult to catch the tail of the slave traders, but if this was the case, it would be a challenge to capture X, who was in charge of the slave traders, not to mention the end of the chain.
“…I get it. Then I’ll take you up on your offer.”
In any event, I was going to agree to Dorico’s offer. It was rather convenient that he was urging me to respond here. If I had responded at once, he might have been wary of my eagerness.
“Thank you very much! Then, please select a slave for advance payment right away!”
Dorico seemed pleased with my reply and rummaged through his bag as if my fears were unfounded. I mean, he already said something about advance payment. Yeah, this guy was definitely not X.
“Here is a photo of the slaves I can give you right now, and a brief profile of each of them.”
The paper that was eventually handed to me listed exactly what Dorico had just told me.
Written on it were many young men and women, or rather children, most of them about elementary school age.
I asked Dorico out of curiosity, “By the way, how do you stock these slaves?”
“I can’t answer that question because it involves business… but I can guarantee you that it won’t be traced back to you.”
This part seemed to be solid. Perhaps they had some sort of manual or something.
Regardless, it would be enough to show that they have taken precautions up to this point. Looking at the paper I had received from Dorico, I pointed to a girl who caught my eye.
“Then, I will take this one.”
“I understand. Please come to the designated position written here in 30 minutes. I shall hand her over to you there.”
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