The Marquis’ Eldest Son’s Lascivious Story
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As Rumon and Kianes left the mayor's office, I called Tesh to clean myself up.

I have plans to go out later today.

"Young master, I got a call from Doran, the slaver. He says everything is ready."

"Good. Good, then we will leave now.

We are going to buy Eve's mother, Rave. No, we've already paid for it, so if I'm saying it correctly, we're picking her up.

Originally, we were not going to pick up Rave until the renovation of the mayor's mansion was finished, but now that we have the perverted house, we were able to move it up a bit. Thanks to the pervert merchant.

At the moment, there are three rooms in the house: Anna's, Kohari's, and Rave's.

Since Anna's arrival is still planned for the future, two of the three rooms will be filled today.

The thought of having two beautiful women in my nest makes my cock harden.

I left the mayor's mansion with Tesh leading the way, and got into the carriage that had been prepared for me.

This carriage was not the gorgeous one that I usually ride in, but a normal one with less decoration.

I personally felt that the sight of the mayor proudly visiting the slavers' club was not a good look.

"I've told him to clean the building thoroughly."

"Hmm? Oh, okay."

As the carriage began to move, Tesh, who was sitting diagonally in front of me, said.

The basic rule is that slavers are called upon when necessary. I'm sure Tesh doesn't want to take me, a noble son of the Quardenze family, to some dirty slave shop in the city.

There are several slave trading companies in New Nelly City.

Thanks to my grandfather's war, there is plenty of supply, so the slave market is much more booming in New Nelly City than in Nambonan City, but I've never been in one.

When I go around the city in secret, my status is that of a 12-year-old commoner boy, so I stand out very much when I go to the slave trade. There are not many reasons for a young boy to visit a slaver's market.

That said, visiting as a nobleman would be more troublesome.

If you go as the legitimate son of the Quardenze family, you will be welcomed as the grandson of General Galfis, who brought about a bubble in the slave market of New Nelly City.

I've always wanted to see the current state of slavery and the existence of slave traders as close to the real thing as possible, something that didn't exist in Japan in the past.

The carriage moved leisurely through the city, approaching the commercial district.

It was hard to believe that the city had been at war only a few months ago, but there was a lively scene outside the window, with many people coming and going.

The Nambonan City Council was already up and running, the merchants were quickly discussing post-war measures, and a number of new measures were being passed.

The city hall, which I conveniently use under the mayor's authority, seemed to be desperately trying to catch up with the dynamic and speedy movements of the council.

Anna had told me the other day in my arms that there was a proposal to increase the number of city employees, so I was sure that the number of employees would eventually increase.

After a while, we seemed to have arrived at our destination, and the carriage came to a stop.

Doran is a slave trader specializing in sex slaves, based in the east of the Quardenze territory, the Galiana territory ruled by Viscount Galiana.

It is said that this slave trading company in Nambonan City is run by Dolan's relatives, and they are temporarily renting it as a place to house Rave. The whole family is a slave trader, what a deeply sinister family.

I looked at the sign on the building of the merchant's association, and saw that it was called Gan-Oras Merchant Association.

Since the owner of the Gundoran Chamber of Commerce was a Doran, the owner of the Gan-Oras Chamber of Commerce might be named Oras.

Perhaps the letter Gan, common to both, is a play on an ancient word meaning "faithfulness" or "sincerity".

I wonder which of the two meanings he really gave to the name: "I sell loyal slaves" or "I am an honest merchant.

At least we know that Doran is an honest slave trader from the way he has been treating us so far.

"Ah!

I've already told Dolan that I'll be visiting today.

In the case of the Eruo continent, where you can't specify a specific time, you can only roughly specify morning, noon, and evening.

I only told him that I would be there between noon and evening, but it seems that he had his employees waiting at the back entrance of the mansion all along so that they could respond immediately when I arrived.

I'm a nobleman, so if I can't show that level of concern, I'm not a good merchant.

Because of the normal armored carriage, the employee was a moment too late to notice us and raised his voice, but as soon as he noticed us, he walked into the mansion.

It seems that the two buildings are connected, with the stores on the front street and the building on the back street.

The rectangular building was probably left as it was from the days when Nambonan City was under the rule of the Imperial nobility, and the stone was faded to a good degree, creating a heavy atmosphere.

The stone was faded to create a heavy atmosphere. I can feel the aura that says, "We will not let you escape.

As I was thinking about this, Doran and two good-looking men came to the front of the carriage.

Doran greeted them first, and then the man standing next to him began to introduce himself.

"I've been waiting for you. My name is Oras, and I'm the representative of the Gun Oras Trading Company.

It seems that my prediction was correct.

Oras led me into the building, and we walked through the inside to see the store side and the cages where the slaves were locked up.

Looking around while listening to a professional's commentary was interesting, somewhat like a factory tour. Although the slaves who are being watched probably don't find any of it interesting.

The commentary by Oras was good and easy to understand, but I was bothered by the fact that he strangely emphasized the fact that he was running a legitimate business.

"...... So, all of our slaves are sourced from the disputed areas of the Free Cities or the Misty Lands, and we never do anything unlawful like kidnapping the people of the Quadrant."

I guess that's what he wanted to say.

Just a few days ago, a perverted merchant was executed for enslaving the people of Quardenze. From the point of view of the slavers, it was not surprising that they were nervous.

What the merchants feared more than anything else was the nobility.

Some merchant can move from place to place like a peddler and get away with it, but most merchants are rooted in the land.

For such localized merchants, the nobility is an absolute presence. Their authority, based on the fact that they are protecting the land where their people live, is frighteningly strong.

Viscount Galiana once told me that the borderline between a merchant and a big merchant is when the main people to watch out for change from other companies in the same industry to the lords and nobles.

Large merchants are always thinking about how to protect their assets from the power of the nobility.

They protect their remaining assets by paying large sums of money to the nobility, they monopolize important trade to become irreplaceable for their territories, they exchange goods that are difficult to exchange for cash to make it harder for them to be robbed, or they invest large sums of money in border cities where the nobility has abandoned them and the commoners have become independent.

Nambonan City has become one of the most developed commercial cities in the continent thanks to the efforts of each and every citizen, but that is not all. The city's development as one of the leading commercial cities in the continent is due to the efforts of each individual citizen, but that is not all.

For the great merchants, Nambonan City was like a boy's dream, chasing the possibilities of a new era of property rights.

"I'm glad to see that you understand the mindset of a slave trader so well. Keep up the good work."

"Yes, of course, sir."

Oras breathed a sigh of relief when I showed him that I knew he was not doing anything illegal, so that was enough.

The rest of the explanation was easy to understand, without any strange appeals.

By the way, the merchant's dream of Nambonan City is still going on.

I don't know what kind of future he's envisioning, but it's a good thing, because it will help Nambonan develop and increase the tax revenue for the Quardenze family.

"The Free Cities, I hear there's a lot of war in that area."

"In the past few years, the supply of slaves has dwindled considerably due to St. Navenpos' efforts to broker a truce. I almost envy the merchants in New Nelly City."

The other day, Dolan and I signed a contract to sell Rave.

This fact was not told to Rave, and she was given false information that she was to be sold as a sex worker for the army.

Doran and Oras have been pressuring her every day, telling her to eat a lot of food, put on some meat, and have a lot of fun shaking her hips at the soldiers.

They are also subjected to a miserable environment where they are treated with high-handedness and disdain, with no mercy whatsoever.

Sexual harassment and excessive violence are forbidden by me. Why should I give Dolan and his friends the benefit of the doubt?

Rave is so despairing about her dark future that she's been laying low all day.

And when she sees a private customer coming to the Gan-Oras Trading Company, she stares at them with indescribable eyes.

Doran, who was a professional slave, could see that Rave was thinking of such a convenient thing.

Rave must have realized that it would be happier to be a private sex slave than to be a military cum dumpster.

"I see. ......"

"The finishing touches are sufficient. I think we can proceed as planned."

In contrast to Rave's broken heart, Dolan was proud of his craftsmanship.

This time, I might have been extra enthusiastic because I had delivered the product without any discipline at the time of Eve.

I felt a little guilty that I had dented her so badly, even though I had ordered it, but I would make her happy from now on, so it was okay.

All's well that ends well, as the saying goes.

"Rave is over there now, at a distance."

"Oh."

Doran said, pointing to a barn-like structure in the yard.

He kneeled down in front of me, put his fingers on the floor and continued in a low voice.

"...... First, an apology. Even though I was acting, I may have been rude to the legitimate son of the Quardenze family."

Since I had made all the preparations for Rave, it would not be fun to just take him in as usual.

This is why I have been thinking of various scenarios and settings to give to Dolan. When I took him in, I made sure to act the part.

In the setting, I'm a nice boy with a sense of justice, while Doran and Oras are evil slavers who look like con artists.

I've instructed them to act like thugs, so some of the things they say and do to me will be vulgar and inappropriate.

"That's fine. Any disrespect in this matter will be tolerated."

I decided to be cool and scoop up Rave's heart from the depths of hell.

The bigger the negative, the stronger the momentum will be when it turns positive.

The thought of having that beautiful woman in his life made his cock stiffen, even though it had been emptied after three rounds of Kohari in the morning.