He Is a Master Who Can’t Handle a Slave Properly - He Is a Master Who Can’t Handle a Slave Properly chapter 69

69 – Old me, old you (2)

After all, when I couldn’t leave the request with him, I headed to the village alone.

It was a little bigger than the town we are now, and smaller than the city – and despite its size, there didn’t seem to be many people on the street.

“…I can only guess.”

The village must have been in trouble as people stopped visiting due to the appearance of demons. At the same time, the atmosphere became gloomy.

If I was in such a hurry, I could have signed a contract with the mercenaries, but why did he bother to nominate me?

“Are you ‘white clay’?”

A middle-aged village knight with a rather handsome beard appeared and waved.

I wore my armor well with greaves… The sword is in good condition. It’s definitely a nice town, but if you look at the article like this.

“Yes, that… Edgar Michel.”

By the way, white clay, white clay.

It’s true that his name has become Baekto before he knew it…

He’s just a white rabbit, but he’s an adventurer.

Is it that special?

“Ah, you’ve come. You’ve worked hard to come all the way. I’ve just come after receiving a word from the gatekeeper. You’ve got very white and wonderful white hair… hahahaha.”

Everywhere I go, I get compliments on my hair color.

“That’s too much praise. So… what should we do today? Are we leaving right away?”

“It’s late today, so can I treat you to a simple dinner and ask you to leave tomorrow morning? The hunter has also arrived.”

“Well, that’s fine.”

It is an undeniable fact that a day of leisurely rest and a full stomach will give you a little more taste for work.

“As you can see from the state of our village… It was a village that was active as an intermediate trading post. Until monsters suddenly appeared and attacked the merchants. Isn’t that a common story?”

Whether by sea or land, it’s not uncommon for a quiet road to suddenly become bloody thanks to its small dungeons that appear one day.

Well, even if it’s not bloody, there are times when things get damaged and they hit the side gourd.

In particular, because of that, the sea has not been treated unless it is a large guild.

“Unlucky?”

“Yes, that’s right. Unlucky. Of course, it appears frequently on major routes, so merchants say they won’t come for a while.”

“Yes, that… is there any reason why you didn’t sign a separate contract with the mercenaries? Normally, when something like this happens, the corps will hire you as an escort… but the price of things will go up a bit.”

“I’ll tell you about it anyway. It’s not an ordinary monster. An escort is useless. If you don’t cut the buds, the damage will only increase.”

Waving his hand and smiling bitterly, he took me into the inn.

“You’re here. It’s just fine. The hunter is also waiting for you, so can we talk about chacha while having a meal together?”

Looking around, I could guess who was who.

The person who brought me must be the commander of the guard, the long beard over there is the village chief, and the wealthy-looking person wearing quite antique clothes must be a member of the upper ranks.

It’s a pretty decent order. And it doesn’t seem like it would be that easy.

…By the way, that black-haired woman-

Is it because I heard such nonsense? It complicates my brain.

“Oh my… is that the ‘white soil’?”

Now that it’s around this time, I’m thinking about just dyeing my hair.

So, do you want to become black soil again? Yellow ocher…

“Yes, Edgar Michel, is that you?”

“I’m Chise Luis. As the name suggests, you’re really white… and you look cute, right?”

“yes?”

Embarrassed by her unexpected words, I pricked my ears and stood up.

Seeing me like that, she smiled and continued to say bold words.

“Heh, don’t you hear that often? You look cute. Ah, I’m just saying this in advance to avoid misunderstanding… It’s a compliment.”

She took one look at me as I stood bewildered, touched my shoulder lightly, and stepped inside.

“What are you doing? Come in. There are quite a few stories to hear.”

I thought that this quest would be a little different from the other quests.

I mean in many ways.

***

The words of the old people had no nutritional value.

It’s different from what I thought.

Should I just say that their pockets are empty, so please take care of me?

Besides, in case someone wasn’t a black guy inside, he talked to Miss Louise more, and he ended up talking about the color of his fur with me.

“You’ve worked hard.”

Even this article had no right to speak.

Was it all about inserting it in an assortment-matching way?

Fortunately, as if they noticed, everyone moved away when we were about to start talking about work.

“Don’t worry too much about it. But they are the ones who pay a decent amount of money.”

“aha…”

And well, as long as the employer pays well, it’s fine.

“So, do you want to talk to just the two of you?”

Tttgak, Tttgak, she walked, making the sound of her boots.

“Eyes are red too… uh, as expected…”

She kept smacking her lips and looking at me.

…Now I know very well what was in those soggy eyes.

“What, what?”

“No, nothing. I’ve never seen a rabbit as cute as you.”

Unable to see her continue to make fun of me, the knight cleared his throat appropriately and cut off the air flow.

“…Well, then. Can we start talking?”

“do.”

I looked at the knight, trying to ignore her who was still looking at me and raising the corner of her mouth.

“The monster you will be dealing with is the Goblin King. Have you heard of it?”

“…You mean those guys who appear to eliminate intruders if you stay in the dungeon for a long time?”

“That’s right. But maybe it’s a strange guy, he came out of the dungeon and took action. He will lead the goblins and show you the current… map.”

When I opened the map, I could see that he took his work very seriously.

On a map with detailed locations, blanks with their size and armed status written on them, and…

“This is what it looks like. It looks ugly, right?”

“It’s one-eyed.”

“It’s not something to be ignored. He’s very strong and knows how to do tricks. To the extent that the mercenaries hired by the upper ranks had to run away with serious injuries.”

“So that’s why you called us.”

“…The famous white clay. Whoops.”

Feeling goosebumps from her constantly teasing me with a tickling voice, I tried to focus more on my work.

“But the fact that the mercenaries were able to escape alive means that this guy is aiming for the upper ranks.”

“Yes. We are focusing especially on food and weapons.”

Tak, tak, the note that he pointed his finger at had information about the stolen items written on it.

From spices to grains to meats. He’s greedy like a goblin.

however…

“Wait, are the goblins armed?”

“That’s true. I’ve confirmed that some of the stolen weapons are being used by goblins. Of course, they don’t know how to properly maintain them, but they seem to be getting worse day by day… If it’s possible to retrieve them, I’d ask for that too.”

Of course, I was very familiar with the story of goblins carrying weapons, but capturing and using human weapons seemed to be a slightly different story.

Especially when it comes to the Goblin King…

“I’ve heard quite a few intertwined stories, but I feel like I need to do a better preparation for this case.”

“Have you ever fought the Goblin King?”

“No. However, I have fought many monsters higher in rank than that. Like a Minotaur warrior.”

I’ve divided countless times into those who can be called ‘soldiers’ of monsters in earnest, who are aggressive and quick as gatekeepers of several classes.

But I think I heard that the Goblin King is a unique entity among them. Did some scholars say he was the one to keep an eye on?

“Then, all you have to do is catch him, kill him, and come back. It might not be that difficult.”

She lightly ran her hand through the map once, stretched out once, and put her hand on my shoulder.

“Is there anything else to tell you? Baek-no, should I call you Mr. Michelle?”

I felt the need to warn her about taking things too lightly.

Or was it because she was furious at how ‘cute’ she looked at me.

Since there are always people who are overconfident in their skills and make mistakes, I thought it was necessary to let her know.

“…I don’t think I can take this job lightly. I need to prepare more thoroughly.”

“for example?”

“The goblins have shields. I doubt they’ll be able to use them properly, but they’ll be more annoying than not having them. If this guy really is a ‘king,’ he’ll be able to command.”

“Excuse me for a moment. Michelle is right. One of the reasons the mercenaries struggled was crude, but still, it was more because they were embarrassed by the strategy of forming camps and pressuring them. .”

“…If you know how to do that, you can just do it like you’re doing your day job.”

For a moment, it felt as if her eyes were sharp.

I couldn’t shake the creepy feeling.

“Your main job?”

“Oh, didn’t I tell you? I’m a bounty hunter.”

…It was only then that I realized that the goose bumps on my body were not without reason.