We decided to break for the night after the long day we just had. We enjoyed a cheap al at the inn. Money was tight right now, especially when I needed to purchase a slave in the morning. I was still using my hero status for free room and board. That ant Lydia was sleeping in my room. I bought her an additional al, but I was quickly finding out she mostly ate at when given a choice. Had I known our turkey drumsticks in the dungeon were actually her preferred al, I might have hung on to them and kept purifying them.
That night, Lydia was still shaken up over the spiritual attack she had suffered in the city, so I gave her so space. That is to say, she held tightly all night long, and when she woke up in the middle of the night from nightmares, I patted her head until she went back to sleep. Lydia had grown tough in the dungeon, but in many ways, she was still very vulnerable, especially when it ca to our relationship. As soone inexperienced, I was the sa way. For the mont, I was happy letting things remain the way they were.
The next morning, we decided to walk to the slave caravan. I didn’t want to use my portal in case sothing else ca up later today and I needed it. I also had so desire to experint using it and my Dungeon Point System, but that would have to wait until later. For the mont, it was nice walking with Lydia by my side on a sunny day. Walking was growing a lot easier for . I had been walking miles every day, and I felt in my gut that I was getting a lot more fit. By the ti this was all over, I might actually have a six-pack.
Checking my pocket, I had five gold, so it should be enough to pay for a normal slave. I just needed soone to help cast spells now. I didn’t mind fighting myself, but I refused to do it alone. The doll had caught by surprise, but when it ca to most scary things, I typically could maintain my calm. Once we picked out a slave, I would return to the seamstress, pick out stuff for the new recruit and then hit the accessory shop. There had to be so kind of spiritual protection I could get for Lydia and admittedly myself. Although White Mage increased my spiritual attack resistance, direct ghost attacks were still hard to handle.
We passed the guards, who waved us right in, recognizing Lydia and from earlier. It was only a few minutes before Figuro made an appearance.
“Hello, distinguished guest!” He bowed. “You couldn’t possibly be back with 100 gold already?”
“Hah…” I laughed. “I’m working on that, but it turns out I need so help.”
“Help, is it?” Figuro scratched his chin. “Since you ca here, that would an you need a slave, yes?”
“Ah… yes, it turns out that is the case.”
“Co, walk with , let know what you’re particularly looking for.” Figuro asked.
“Well, I need soone who can read.” I explained. “A strong spiritual strength would be good. Oh… and magical ability.”
“A man!” Lydia suddenly said.
“Huh?” I looked over at her.
“He wants a strong man!” Lydia shot a look.
I laughed wryly. “When you say it that way, I sound like your last Master…”
Figuro chuckled. “I’m glad to see you and the missus are getting along well. I’ll go check in the back and see if there is anyone that ets those requirents.”
Figuro walked away, and we were left waiting. I noticed a couple of slaves carrying a long stretcher. On the stretcher, was a familiar person. It was the pale animalkin girl I had seen in the sick caravan. She was a foxgirl with pale, ashy hair. On her eyes were two stones.
“What’s going on here?” I asked as they brought her out and laid her down on a large bedding set in the middle of the camp.
A guard leaned forward. “That’s nothing special. They’re just burning a corpse. She was always a sickly thing. It finally got the best of her and she died last night.”
“Oh.”
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