Unsold Slaves Returned as Heroes

5. There are no goddesses, but there are merchants

Three days have passed since I spent time with Yellow, Black, and White.

So far, there have been no accidents.

Yellow is wielding only his sword like a black knight, and black is still wary of me, but it is quieter than before.

Hayang was too scared to talk to her. At the slightest approach, he groans and buries his head and hides.

All he hides is his head, so he always sticks his butt out and wags his tail.

It’s both pitiful and cute, but White is

King of Demons, Yuri.

He is the pinnacle of monsters and the strongest fighter who has mastered all kinds of martial arts and martial arts. He has no one to follow in speculation.

If Hayangi takes out his fingernails properly, I will become a piece of party paper and fly away in an instant.

I am not in a situation where I can properly communicate with Hayangi, so if I have a business, I send it through Yellowi.

Even though he doesn’t have a facial expression, he is the most comfortable child because he understands the language well.

And on the fourth day, a problem occurred.

“I have no money.”

Declared to the children during breakfast.

“No money?”

“I already took three days off from my adventurer job. We spent a lot this time, and at this rate, we will starve to death in a week.”

“Hey. Hee hee.”

Crying White. I immediately reached out with both hands.

“No, I am not dying. It was a parable If you don’t have a heart, you can grill wild bore and eat it. Anyway, I have to go to the guild and get a request, so I have to be away during the day from now on.”

I looked back at the yellow one.

“In the meantime, yellow is protecting the two of you. Understand?”

“Article, okay.”

The yellow one shows his determination.

“You can take a bath while I am away.”

“Bath… What? What is it?”

This is the first time Hayang shows interest.

I took out a stone from my waist.

“It’s a hot spring stone. Soaking it in water just warms it comfortably. Soaking yourself in a big bucket of water with this in it will feel great.”

“Hey….”

Hayang showed interest.

No, he looks like a puppy, but he doesn’t like taking a bath?

On the contrary, this could make things worse. Want to avoid that

Yellow and Black will definitely like it, so I hope you can convince White.

“I couldn’t wash my face while I was there because I was anxious, so take this opportunity. Yellowy is a boy, but he’s younger than you guys, so it’s okay to take him with you.”

“How do you know our age?”

“The speed at which the appearance ages differs depending on the age of each race.”

“I know everything…. Why don’t you have money? Aren’t you saving?”

“A D-class adventurer earns just one day to live on. So, I was dealing with multiple cases a day. It’s worth saving from grade C. I also want to save money quickly and buy a certificate of nobility or a mansion.”

This is true.

The sooner you retire, the better.

“If you didn’t have enough money, you could just take it from the slave traders then.”

“You don’t want to spend the money you earned from selling slaves. It’s embarrassing.”

After hearing my answer, the black man’s expression stiffened a little for some reason.

“Stay calm on the way. Do not destroy the house.”

The three nodded slowly.

Hopefully I understood correctly, I left the house.

***

After Wicker left the house, Black sighed.

“Annoying.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know if he is an adventurer or a slave trader.”

“… It says slave trader.”

Hayangi said in a frightened manner.

Even black understanding went. Even though it’s not your job, there’s no reason to wear such disgraceful letters.

“Does Tia wish he wasn’t a slave trader?”

“That….”

Hayangi’s words were correct, but Geomiji couldn’t answer right away. It was because she had been betrayed so many times that she had hoped for it.

“All slave traders were demonic.”

Hayangi said in a heavy voice. Yellow and black did not refute.

“They killed my parents, kidnapped me and sold me, and ended up here….”

“I still don’t fully believe it either. Still… That person might be a little different….”

“What would you do if you were a slave trader?”

“That….”

Black covered her mouth. I hadn’t thought about it until now. She didn’t even seem able to run away from him.

Hayangi took out something from the corner. A kitchen knife was clutched in her trembling hand.

“Yuri, that is.”

“… I will do something.”

If he’s no different than the other slave traders, he’ll kill him somehow to break his contract.

That’s what Hayang said.

Understanding her intention, Black nodded her head slowly.

“Is there no objection to Luca? Didn’t she become close while learning the sword?”

“There is nothing more precious than Tia and Yuri. I will protect you.”

The yellow man raised a wooden sword and showed it.

The three made eye contact and quickly left the house.

‘… Ah.’

At the end, Hayang was briefly concerned about the stone the slave trader had left behind.

***

“You say you can find out where we are if we focus, so we have to keep our direction. The distance is as far away as possible.”

Three people follow the forest road where the slave trader passed by. They were on their way to the city they had come to on the first day.

After a while, I could see the outer wall of the city in the distance. The three hid behind a tree and waited for him.

The city seemed full of life. Numerous people coming and going through the front door. All had name tags on their heads.

It wasn’t long before Wicker appeared at the front door. He read the words written on a few sheets of parchment carefully, rolled them up, put them in his bag, and hurried on.

“Let’s follow.”

Move three.

Wicker’s first destination was Stone Mountain. There, he repeated the simple task of digging up the roots of herbs for a long time.

Next was the western plains. It skillfully cuts down slimes on the road and subdues them. A wicker that puts the sap, which is a spoil of war, into a bottle.

“Are you a real adventurer?”

“Use your sword well.”

“… Follow me a little further.”

After a while, Wicker entered a dark path. Hayang felt a sense of incongruity in that appearance.

“That road is a bit strange.”

“What?”

“There is a barrier that impedes recognition. Didn’t you see the two of them?”

“Yes. Uncle, he suddenly disappeared.”

“Ah, now that I heard it, I understand.”

“It might be a special barrier. It’s award winning. After all, the slave trade in there….”

“Yuri?”

“I’ll check and come back. Wait here.”

Ha-yang ran out before the other two had time to catch up. The two lost sight of Hayangi in an instant because of cognitive impairment.

Running through the narrow wooden path. It’s time to go through the forest road full of untouched wildness.

In an instant, the view was wide open.

The sunlight poured in.

“Is this place?”

Hayangi was a little surprised by the unfolding scenery. This is because there was a colorful flower garden that could not be imagined from the outside in the space created by erosion between the cliffs.

“Ah… !”

Hayang was startled and crouched down. Wicker’s back could be seen in the distance.

An old man stood in front of him.

Hayangi, who has a relatively high affinity with nature due to the nature of the beastman’s race, immediately recognized the old man.

‘Spirit… ?’

Ha-yang hides herself and gets closer little by little. He hid behind a large rock and watched them secretly.

“Here are the fluids and nutritional supplements you ordered. The flower shop owner provided insect repellent as a service, but you don’t need this, right?”

“Yes. If you forcefully drive it out as a small bug, it will eventually be the same as eating your own flesh. Young dryads these days don’t know that.”

Dryad. The old man was a spirit race born from an old tree.

I knew they were tricky people who don’t interact with normal humans, but what happened? Hayang was curious.

“You worked hard, Mr. Wicker. Thank you every time.”

“What? It’s not free and it’s a personal request, so I’m really grateful.”

“You can’t trust ordinary adventurers. Dryads are rare and popular as a magic ingredient.”

“Then I am not dangerous? I am a slave trader.”

“Heh heh. The spirits can see the purity of the soul. Hey, even with that name tag written on it, you’ve never traded slaves before.”

“Can you tell me that far? You have great insight.”

Hearing that, Hayang was a little surprised.

There was no doubt that it was the dryad, not the other spirit.

That slave trader was not a slave trader.

The reason he helped them was really because he was a pure and kind person.

I remembered the taste of the bread he gave me.

The previous owner, a slave trader, treated them completely as objects and did not give them food for several days.

If the bread contained poison, I put it in my mouth thinking I would die on the spot.

It was so painful and painful that I thought that option was better.

But the bread was just too sweet, soft, and savory.

At some point, a water bottle was placed nearby so as not to choke.

“… Ah.”

Even when he realized his good intentions, his hands did not stop shaking.

The scary thing is still scary.

Humans, the human race is scary.

I hated myself for not being able to properly thank him for his good deeds.

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‘… I have to say hello.’

The moment Hayang made a resolution and clenched his fists so tightly that his long nails dug into his palms.

“Wow, that’s a dryad!”

“I’m sure I’ll be fine today. It’s a pity that he’s an old man.”

The voices of rough men came from Hayang’s back.

The number is three.

After checking their name tags, Hayangi’s head turned as white as the color of her hair.

“I told you, some kid ran over here and suddenly disappeared? She knew there would be a secret path.”

Hayangi covered her mouth.

These bandits were lured into this secret place by themselves.

“Is there another one besides the dryad?”

“A slave trader! It’s nothing, so kill me. Do you have anything to share the money with?”

‘No, no.’

Hayangi hid behind a rock and could not move.

Unconditional favor to yourself, to a good person who has done good.

She couldn’t move even though the first not-so-bad slave trader she met was in danger because of her, and her fear engulfed her whole body.

“… Sigh, heh.”

Tears flowed.

Why, why am I so weak that I end up like this again?

Please.

Please run away and save her life.

Goddess, I’ve never seen or prayed for you, but I’ll pray like this.

Please save that slave trader— no, kind man.

―Of course, the goddess had no answer for Hayangi’s prayer.

Jerobeok, jeobeok.

Instead, the slave trader stepped forward with a satisfied smile.

“It’s a lucky day. The bounty rolling in on my feet.”