The Blind Saint Who Can See - Chapter 26
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#26. Slave Market (1)
“…A lie?”
“You just lied.”
Izumi spoke firmly and touched the area under his chin. Her other hand was feeling the wrist of the arm that was being held.
He muttered.
“Pulse. Pupillary response. Temperature changes.”
“yes?”
“A person who is lying always shows it on his body.”
Ricardo’s body froze.
‘What are you doing, kid?’
A face full of laughter. A reputation for living as a bum for over 20 years and foolish behavior.
I was completely fooled by that smoke.
The green eyes that I had thought were blind were strange now that I looked at them. When I looked at their shining eyes, pure fear crawled up from deep within me.
An unknown entity.
The fear of the unknown made his tongue and mouth stiff. It was when he opened and closed his mouth that he forgot what to say.
“Ah- I’m just kidding! Actually, I learned a little bit of medicine and I’m trying it out on people these days.”
He winked.
“But really, you don’t know where the saint is?”
“… I don’t know.”
“Oh no, this is a big problem.”
“Didn’t you say earlier that you could find it by smell?”
“no way.”
He chuckled.
“Of course that’s a lie. How can I find someone 5km away by smell? I’m not a dog.”
“That’s… true.”
That’s right.
Although it was certainly true, Ricardo couldn’t shake the feeling of being cold towards the warrior.
‘He’s a dangerous guy.’
I was wrong from the start.
A status of warrior that never existed before.
However, he is also a person who receives much love from Ether, just like the saint. Although he may look ordinary, he is definitely extraordinary on the inside.
And that extraordinaryness would be a fatal knife to a demon like him, stabbing his heart. He swallowed hard and pretended to be calm as he avoided the warrior’s gaze.
“Then I guess I’ll be going now-”
“Oh, just a moment, Your Majesty the Duke.”
… the road ahead is blocked.
It was clearly because the warrior behind me had closed his eyes and opened them to find someone blocking my way.
It’s a suffocating feeling of pressure.
“What’s going on?”
“Actually, I’m a little interested in buying slaves.”
“Slave… you mean?”
“Yes. A slave.”
The warrior bowed his head slightly and whispered with a grin.
“Why, aren’t there rumors going around that there’s a secret trade in young slaves in the capital?”
Ricardo raised his head when he heard those words.
‘You’re interested in slaves?’
He looked at the warrior carefully.
A muscular build and a mean expression.
He is a young man in his prime. Although he is of low rank, he was born into the nobility.
As the son of a lord, it was not unusual for him to exploit serfs, but Baron Polly was known for his integrity. It was only natural that he would put pressure on his son.
Ricardo’s head spun around.
‘If you can connect the warrior to the slave market… you might be able to buy him some favor.’
But what if it’s a trap?
The priests are all cunning and wicked. Perhaps all this is false.
“What are you talking about… … .”
As Ricardo was about to say no, a large man who had been among the group of saints suddenly appeared in his mind.
Black hair and black eyes. A man who retained the features of a green-skinned human, yet strangely ‘human’.
‘Could it be that he brainwashed the warrior?’
It’s a reasonable assumption.
– That’s what Ricardo thought, but in fact, it was closer to what he wanted to believe. If the warrior had fallen, all the worries he had had up until now would disappear in an instant.
After finishing rationalizing himself, he rubbed both his hands together.
“Aha. It would have been better if you had told me what was going on earlier.”
“Ahem. But still, as a warrior, you have dignity. How could you openly commit such a trick?”
“I guess so. Then tell me which slave you want and I will get it for you at a reasonable price.”
“Oh, no.”
The warrior waved his hand.
“It’s better to see it for yourself. I have a taste for it… you know?”
“Oh! Of course I understand.”
He nodded.
“There will be a big slave auction at the Black Market tomorrow, so I’ll help you attend. Do you have any companions with you? Maybe the man from the Western Continent who came with you?”
“What would you do hanging out with people from the Western Continent? You should go alone and secretly.”
“Good idea!”
Ricardo smiled broadly.
‘A fallen warrior, even the goddess of ether can’t help it!’
It was a joy that such a trashy human being was chosen by God.
‘I’ll have to make contact with that demon separately later. You said you came from the Western Continent, right? Maybe they’re a mid- to high-level demon belonging to Mincheon… ‘
The happiness circuit is lit.
Anyway, the black market is completely in his hands.
Even if the warrior has other ulterior motives, it is still possible to control him.
In addition, if the black-haired man had similar thoughts, it would have been better to act as intended first. After issuing a ticket to the warrior, he would contact him separately to find out his intentions.
‘Things will get a lot easier.’
I was worried that they might have planted a spy inside, but it turns out that the demon had already infiltrated the party.
Even if she is a saint, what can she do if all of her bodyguards and warriors become corrupt?
“Wear a mask tomorrow and come to the place drawn on this paper. If you look at the sign, they will let you in quietly.”
Ricardo chuckled and secretly handed the warrior a ticket to the Black Market.
***
“hmm.”
Izumi looked at the ticket she had received from Duke Villa and was amazed.
‘As expected, the saint is amazing.’
Everything happened just as he said.
He recalled the conversation just before.
“Just a moment, Izumi.”
“yes?”
“I have a favor to ask.”
Before the banquet began, Izumi was captured by Justinas.
Cedric, who had been following her, also left for a moment to go to the bathroom.
Thanks to this, Izumi was able to meet Justinas alone and heard a shocking story.
“The Duke of Villa is actually a demon.”
“… Yes? Really?”
“Really. I can tell the difference between demons and humans.”
I didn’t doubt it.
She is a saint.
In many RPG games, the saintess was nothing more than a living undead detector. If she had been blessed by the gods, she would surely be able to dig into points that she had not felt.
“Then what should we do? Should we catch it?”
“He is the duke and prime minister of this country. If we arrest him rashly, we may be attacked in return.”
“… That’s difficult. But since you’re telling me this, I guess it means you have a solution in mind, right?”
“Of course. So, I have a favor to ask of you, Izumi… … .”
The request was simple.
first.
While entering the Crown Prince’s bedroom and brainwashing him, capture Duke Villa and make him suspicious.
Second.
Obtaining a ticket to the ‘Black Market’ from Duke Villa.
“Can I do it? I come from a humble family at best.”
“Izumi-sama is no longer just a noble, but a great warrior chosen by Ether-sama.”
Justinas smiled brightly at him, who seemed unsure.
“I trust you, Izumi. You can definitely do it.”
“…yes.”
In front of him, I could only nod with a red face.
“It turned out to be a success… .”
He waved the ticket around and stuffed it into his pocket. If he were to be caught by any of the other nobles in the banquet hall, it wouldn’t end with mere suspicion.
Izumi, who had hidden her face, returned to her innocent face and scratched the back of her head.
This is because the scene came to mind after the conversation with Justinas.
‘By the way, are the princess and that black bastard okay? They fought like hell.’
It felt like the saintess in the middle was the only one suffering the most.
Izumi sighed, feeling a sense of regret for some reason.
‘I guess I have to help you a lot.’
Because the only normal people in our party are me and the saintess.
***
Same time.
‘It worked.’
Justinas, who was still in Diold’s room, was seeing the whole scene with his clairvoyance skill.
‘Getting one ticket. That’s a good decision. Cedric may not know, but it would be ridiculous for me to go into the auction house myself.’
Justinas’s silver hair was too noticeable, and even if he wore a mask, it would be difficult to hide his glassy eyes.
In the first place, it’s a bit… strange for a saint to enter the black market as a customer.
‘I guess I need to approach it differently instead.’
Justinas, who had finished thinking, turned his head towards Cedric. He was staring into space subtly.
“Lord Cedric.”
“yes.”
Cedric, who had been watching the dramatic sibling reunion indifferently, answered immediately.
“I have something to do.”
“Just give the order.”
At the faithful hound-like answer, Justinas smiled kindly and declared.
“I want to be a slave for a little while.”
“…yes?”