I Go To Town And Buy A Slave

I, the alchemist Seyi Falt, somehow ended up 500 years after my original era.

But well, it’s not so bad. That abusive boss doesn’t exist anymore in the present 500 years later, and nothing binds me now!

Free and easy, I decided to travel at my leisure.

And so, I was riding in a carriage.

I helped the adventurers attacked in the forest, and they agreed to take me to the nearby town…

“What’s wrong, miss?”

“Ah! N-no, it’s nothing!”

The leader tilted his head in confusion.

“Hm? When did you start holding a bottle?”

“Oh, I’m good at magic, you know—haha… sigh…”

Now then, let me explain the situation.

After waking up 500 years later, naturally there was something I needed to do: gather information.

Because this was the future 500 years beyond the world I knew. Geography, history, common sense—everything was different.

If there were things I didn’t know, it was human nature to want information. But…

Here’s the conversation that actually happened earlier.

‘Hey leader, what do you mean potions are rare?’

‘Huh…? Well, whatever. The Tendo Church doesn’t allow selling potions.’

‘Tendo? What’s that?’

‘…Miss, not knowing the Tendo Church is strange. It’s the largest religion in the world…’

‘Special move! [Forgetfulness Potion]!’

…That’s all.

“Sigh… yeah. Suspicious, right.”

I thought to myself.

I alone didn’t know the common sense of this world 500 years later.

Even if I tried to ask, I’d be suspected like the leader earlier.

What I used earlier was my invention, the [Forgetfulness Potion]. Anyone who smelled it forgot recent events!

Thanks to the potion it worked out… but still.

I could escape danger similarly, but not repeatedly.

In short—

I wanted knowledge of this world first. But asking people directly was too risky.

The leader was kind, but if it were a bad person, it’d be terrifying.

My master once said: “Information is a weapon. Knowing puts you above others. Not knowing puts you below. Study well if you don’t want to be used.”

In any era, not everyone around you is good.

Show weakness and it’ll be exploited. So… gain information carefully, from trustworthy sources.

…But.

In a future 500 years later where I knew nobody, trustworthy people didn’t exist.

“That leaves only one option.”

“Hm? What’s wrong, miss?”

“Nothing. More importantly, is the town close?”

“We’ll see it soon. There.”

We arrived at a town with quite impressive outer walls.

At the entrance guards checked entrants. That part felt unchanged from 500 years ago.

…Or so I thought.

“They made me touch something weird at the entrance…”

A guard in a white mantle presented a crystal ball-like object.

The moment I touched it, a chill ran through me and blue smoke formed inside.

“Leader. What was that?”

“? That’s the Tendo Church’s [Crime Appraisal Crystal]. Hey miss… how do you not know—”

“Take this! [Forgetfulness Potion]!”

I splashed a purple vial’s contents onto the leader.

And just like that—

“Miss, first time in the town of Sanjo?”

“Y-yeah! So this place is called Sanjo!”

Just like that, recent memories vanished.

Useful, but the downside was I had to splash it directly.

From others’ perspective, suddenly throwing liquid looked insane…

Still…

“The Tendo again… I keep hearing that word.”

I needed information quickly.

The carriage stopped in front of the Adventurers Guild.

I parted ways with the leader there.

“So, miss. What will you do now?”

“For now… slaves. I think I’ll buy a slave.”

I noticed when entering town—

People with collars stepping off the carriage.

They were slaves. Criminals and the poor bought by slave traders and sold as goods.

Even after 500 years, that hadn’t changed. Convenient.

Yes, slaves. They formed contracts with their masters upon purchase.

They could never disobey or lie to their master.

Perfect sources for information about this world.

“Slaves, huh. But Sanjo doesn’t have a big slave house. Only low-value slaves—elderly, sick, injured, or missing limbs.”

Thanks, leader. I won’t splash the forgetfulness potion this time.

“That’s fine. I’ll manage. And… thanks for buying my potions.”

“No big deal.”

I had money from selling potions to the leader.

Honestly, I had no idea of its value.

If this ignorance continued, I’d make a big mistake eventually.

So I’d quickly buy a slave in this town.

“Well then, leader. Thanks.”

“Yeah, take care, miss!”

I headed to the slave house he told me about.

I arrived at a fairly grand building.

After speaking with a fat manager who came out, I entered.

“What kind of product are you looking for?”

Product… I didn’t want to think of slaves as products.

Why?

Because I was worked like a slave myself! That old hag director!

So I didn’t want to treat them like objects.

“Miss?”

“Ah, um… younger is better.”

“Young slaves cost a fair amount though.”

“Yeah. So injured or sick is fine—just young and cheap.”

Injured slaves would be sold cheaply. Then my potion comes in.

Buy cheap and heal them later—healthy young useful slave obtained cheaply!

Man, being an alchemist really paid off.