I’ve gotten some good information. In the end, I still need more money. It takes all I have just to buy a slave. I don’t even have 5 gold on me. I could use the money of my entourage to pay, but I’m not that keen on the slaves here in either case. They lack much resolve and most of them look sufficiently nourished, which shows that we run a good establishment here. However, the younger slaves when put in such an environment start to think that life here isn’t so bad, instead of seeking to go outside.

That’s why the slaves here haven’t tried calling out or appealing to get sold, they’re not sure about whether the new environment will be good, so it’s better of them to stay where they are currently. Older slaves desire freedom more, as they’ve experienced more of the world, and have likely been in the Slave House longer. Many of the younger kids have nowhere to go to even if they’re freed. From the looks of it, these young slaves have just been brought in not too long ago.

My ideal bodyguard would be one with the Assassin job. I will need the slave to be able to defend me primarily. I’m confident that my identity is more than enough to deter any known enemies. It’s the unknown ones that I’m the most wary of. It takes an Assassin to know an Assassin is where I’m going off here, they have a heightened sense of danger afterall.

It’s rare to find a young Assassin though, not everyone’s the main character of the manga who has a yellow blob teacher asking everyone to kill him, and later discovers that his real talent is in assassination. Seriously, how does a high school student have those kind of reflexes, that’s just a cheat. A cheat I say.

Back to reality, I mention my intentions on buying a slave to the dealer and swiftly exit. There’s no point in dawdling here.

Tomorrow’s my last day of absence before I return to school. I’ll need to take that time to improve my mental strength and physical strength, even by just a bit. This body is already tired from the short walk we’ve had. I don’t expect much, but even then, getting tired from just walking is just bad stamina.

When we returned, I instructed Leticia to find me in my room later at night.

*Knock knock*

“Young Master, it’s Leticia, may I enter?”

“Yes, please do.”

“Young Master, I’m here as requested, how may I be of assistance?”, She asks, seemingly less composed than usual.

It’s dark at night, and there’s only a single lamp in my room for lighting. I didn’t notice in the day, but she’s quite attractive. She has sharp facial features and beautiful oval eyes, coupled with her looking barely 18 is intoxicating for my 14 year old body. The moonlight accentuates the curves of her chest in the maid outfit, making her appear more mesmerising with each look.

I can’t say for sure, but my previous self might have had a fetish for maid outfits. I feel unease at being aroused so easily. I try to compose myself slowly.