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employment conditions.”
“M’kay.”
Stay calm, stay calm. If you back down now, these guys will follow you everywhere you go.
“All right, employment will be based on your performance. Do you understand?”
“Nah-uh.”
Jeez, I could punch the crap out of these guys.
“It means that, as we are out adventuring, we collect a certain amount of loot, yes? So let’s say we earned 100 pieces of silver, I will take a plurality of it, which is at least 40% and divide up the remainder among you according to your performance. If it were just you and I, we would split the remainder. If you were just standing around all day, you don’t get anything. The amount you receive depends on my judgment of the matter.”
“What the hell! That means you can just take however much you want, right?”
See what the people were like in this country?
“But if you do your part, you’ll get paid. Get it? You got to do your part.”
“All right, fine then. That’s all good. Let’s go buy some equipment.”
“You buy your own equipment. I don’t see why I need to take care of you all that much. Take care of yourself.”
“Pfft.”
Exactly what I expected. Even if I did buy his equipment, he would probably just slack off the whole time. In the end he’d run off, leave me in a tight spot, and sell his equipment for a profit. The gall of these dirty men. They were just like her .
“Fine then. Just give me some money.”
“Hey, what’s a balloon doing here?!”
I had taken a balloon from my cape and let it bite the man’s face.
“Ouch! Ahhh!”
People threw a fit. I had brought balloons into the restaurant, but what did I care? I pulled the balloon off of the screaming man, put money on the table for my meal and left.
Were there no good people in this world? They all looked like rotten cannibals to me.
Anyway, I kept this pattern up for a few days, and finally started to save a little money.
Chapter Nine: They Call it a Slave
One… Two… Three…
I worked like this for two weeks and managed to save up 40 pieces of silver, which means that I finally made back what I’d thrown to Motoyasu the day he betrayed me, plus a little extra.
Something about it all felt hopeless. I mean, my attack power severely limited the places I could visit.
I didn’t get hurt or anything, but one time I did try visiting the forest.
I think it was a Red Balloon. I was attacking it with my bare hands, and it was hitting back. I must have pummeled the thing for 30 minutes or more, but it showed no signs of weakening. It ruined my mood, and I left the forest with my head hung low.
It meant that I couldn’t actually leave the fields, and therefore was forced to do my leveling up there, which I did for two weeks. I eventually reached level 4. I wonder what level the other heroes had reached. I don’t want to think about it.
There was still a Red Balloon chewing on my arm. It just kept going and going, like it could saw through the bone or something. I’d gone to the forest a whole week prior. I must have leveled up since then. I tried hitting the balloon.
Clang!
“Sigh…”
My attack was still too low.
If my attack is low, I can’t hunt monsters.
If I can’t hunt monsters, I can’t get EXP points.
If I can’t get EXP points, I can’t raise my attack.
Dammit! There was no end in sight. I was walking down an alleyway, behind the restaurant. It led to the fields.
But that day was to be different from the rest.
“You seem troubled, sir.”
“Huh?”
A strange man called to me from the alley. He was in a silk hat and coattails. He was a strange gentleman by any measure: absurdly obese and furnished with polished glasses. He didn’t seem to fit the world, which was much more like the Middle Ages. So he stuck out dramatically from his surroundings. Deciding it wise to ignore him, I hurried on past.
“You need people.”
I stopped in my tracks. He knew exactly what to say to get me to stop.
“That’s why you
“M’kay.”
Stay calm, stay calm. If you back down now, these guys will follow you everywhere you go.
“All right, employment will be based on your performance. Do you understand?”
“Nah-uh.”
Jeez, I could punch the crap out of these guys.
“It means that, as we are out adventuring, we collect a certain amount of loot, yes? So let’s say we earned 100 pieces of silver, I will take a plurality of it, which is at least 40% and divide up the remainder among you according to your performance. If it were just you and I, we would split the remainder. If you were just standing around all day, you don’t get anything. The amount you receive depends on my judgment of the matter.”
“What the hell! That means you can just take however much you want, right?”
See what the people were like in this country?
“But if you do your part, you’ll get paid. Get it? You got to do your part.”
“All right, fine then. That’s all good. Let’s go buy some equipment.”
“You buy your own equipment. I don’t see why I need to take care of you all that much. Take care of yourself.”
“Pfft.”
Exactly what I expected. Even if I did buy his equipment, he would probably just slack off the whole time. In the end he’d run off, leave me in a tight spot, and sell his equipment for a profit. The gall of these dirty men. They were just like her .
“Fine then. Just give me some money.”
“Hey, what’s a balloon doing here?!”
I had taken a balloon from my cape and let it bite the man’s face.
“Ouch! Ahhh!”
People threw a fit. I had brought balloons into the restaurant, but what did I care? I pulled the balloon off of the screaming man, put money on the table for my meal and left.
Were there no good people in this world? They all looked like rotten cannibals to me.
Anyway, I kept this pattern up for a few days, and finally started to save a little money.
Chapter Nine: They Call it a Slave
One… Two… Three…
I worked like this for two weeks and managed to save up 40 pieces of silver, which means that I finally made back what I’d thrown to Motoyasu the day he betrayed me, plus a little extra.
Something about it all felt hopeless. I mean, my attack power severely limited the places I could visit.
I didn’t get hurt or anything, but one time I did try visiting the forest.
I think it was a Red Balloon. I was attacking it with my bare hands, and it was hitting back. I must have pummeled the thing for 30 minutes or more, but it showed no signs of weakening. It ruined my mood, and I left the forest with my head hung low.
It meant that I couldn’t actually leave the fields, and therefore was forced to do my leveling up there, which I did for two weeks. I eventually reached level 4. I wonder what level the other heroes had reached. I don’t want to think about it.
There was still a Red Balloon chewing on my arm. It just kept going and going, like it could saw through the bone or something. I’d gone to the forest a whole week prior. I must have leveled up since then. I tried hitting the balloon.
Clang!
“Sigh…”
My attack was still too low.
If my attack is low, I can’t hunt monsters.
If I can’t hunt monsters, I can’t get EXP points.
If I can’t get EXP points, I can’t raise my attack.
Dammit! There was no end in sight. I was walking down an alleyway, behind the restaurant. It led to the fields.
But that day was to be different from the rest.
“You seem troubled, sir.”
“Huh?”
A strange man called to me from the alley. He was in a silk hat and coattails. He was a strange gentleman by any measure: absurdly obese and furnished with polished glasses. He didn’t seem to fit the world, which was much more like the Middle Ages. So he stuck out dramatically from his surroundings. Deciding it wise to ignore him, I hurried on past.
“You need people.”
I stopped in my tracks. He knew exactly what to say to get me to stop.
“That’s why you
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