Slave House #1

oking, she resembles the girl just now, so they should be a mother and daughter.Women in this region, no matter how beautiful they were when they were young, would soon become obese after marriage, in...The capital city of the Kingdom of Loven is located on the border in the south, right next to another kingdom's territory. It is a savage and aggressive nation.

This country is vast, but many areas are not suitable for habitation.

Especially in the north, because of its proximity to the icy sea, most organisms find it difficult to survive.

This kingdom of tens of thousands has been a place under attack since ancient times, with only poor pirates and bandits fleeing outward for survival. There were no invasions from outside sources.

Orcs, trolls, elves, merfolk—here, as in most fantasy settings, they are flat and underdeveloped.

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Lawrence, who was only two years old, had only heard of magic in the tall tales told by knights and drunkards.

There were not many mages in the entire Kingdom of Loafin. At least Lawrence, as a son of a baron, had never met such a big figure.

I've seen orcs and elves a few times, but I've heard quite a bit about the sea races. Fishermen often bring back stories about enormous sea monsters that they claim belong to the sea race.

Before entering the slave quarters, Lawrence straightened his clothes which he had worn for over two years and smoothed down his hair, which he had carefully cleaned.

Fourteen years old, one meter seven tall, with a gentle appearance and an air of scholarship.

Unfortunately, this is a region ruled by barbarians and military nobles. This outward appearance often causes people to look down on them, even deliberately bully them.

Lawrence patted the inside pocket of his clothes. There were fourteen silver coins in there, his share of the inheritance.

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Amongst the offspring of nobility, only the eldest son had the right of inheritance, able to inherit the entirety of the family estate. The remaining children would either be assigned to certain positions or given a sum of money.

Or just kick them out.

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If the territory and titles all go to the eldest son, then filial piety naturally becomes the responsibility of the eldest son, and has nothing to do with the rest.

In this backward world, children start working after the age of three until they reach puberty and are driven out when their sexual impulses begin to affect the family women and patriarchal authority.

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The Baron's family didn't have much status, but they had a lot to do every day. Lawrence and his siblings worked like laborers, tending the fields, raising livestock, transporting goods, and taking care of the estate.

This world is not kind. Since coming into this world, I have lived every day in endless slavery and oppression.

Lawrence wanted to escape this harsh oppression and didn't want to be bullied and beaten because he was weak.

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Even if to many this is just life and nothing wrong with it.

Freedom is at your feet.

Even though he knew what he was doing was irrational and would put a huge strain on his future life, Lawrence still desperately wanted to...

I really want to buy a beautiful female slave!!

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After leaving the capital for the harsh northern region, it would be impossible to encounter a beautiful woman who met his aesthetic standards.

He is too pathetic, his chances of winning someone's favor are low. No normal woman would want to live in the mountains.

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Unlike those mindless barbarian nobles, Lawrence had already sensed the coming war and resolutely decided to leave.

War brings wealth and land, but that is the result for a select few. Lawrence has come to realize his place in society over these years and does not entertain the fantasies of knightly romances.

As soon as I stepped into the slave market, all vestiges of my former morals and decency vanished.

In this life, I also want to be the "master".

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The slave market was quiet, and there were more than a few in the city. It was like a high-end appliance store, a normal enough establishment.

The one in charge of receiving guests wasn't some graceful and alluring beauty, but a plump woman snoring loudly sprawled out on three long benches.

Fortunately, there was more than just her in the shop. There was also a young woman with short hair that looked like a man's and an old man.

A young girl was squatting on the ground repairing an oil lamp, while an old man was frowning and calculating accounts inside the counter.

The young girl quickly spotted Lawrence, saw a young man come in, and immediately said: "What are you doing here Get out! This isn't a circus!"

The girl's cries quickly startled the old man, but the fat woman was still fast asleep.

Lawrence explained, "I'm here to buy slaves. Did I come to the wrong place"

"No, no, no! I haven't gone the wrong way!" The old man stood up quickly, but soon scrutinized Lawrence again, "How many copper shillings do you have"

Lawrence pulled out a silver coin. "I have some silver, but I only buy slaves I like. If I don't like any of them, I'll leave without spending a single copper."

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The old man said excitedly, "My place has a lot of high-quality slaves. Please sit down, what kind of slave does the guest want"

Lawrence retrieved his coins and inquired, "What kind of slaves do you have here"

The old man emerged from behind the counter. “My name is Malof, and this is my establishment. I have over twenty slaves here: some who can plant potatoes, others who can tend to horses, and even male slaves who assist with pig births!”

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Lawrence narrowed his eyes, "Sounds good, but I only want a beautiful female slave, and she has to be gorgeous!"

Malov had seen lecherous men and boys obsessed with women. Though the boy's request was unexpected, he accepted it readily.

“Good! We have several pretty slaves here as well, Mary, go to work!”

Macy, the tomboy, glanced at Lawrence and reluctantly walked into the locked corridor.

"Hoh hoh hoh~"

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"Whew whew whew~”

"Ugh~"

The sound of the fat woman's snores echoed continuously through the hall. Lawrence, not wanting to cause trouble, endured it, while Malov, his face betraying his displeasure, soon walked over there.

"Get up! You lazy pig, go to work! You're just a fat, stupid, useless pig!"

The plump woman was awakened quickly and hastily covered her face as she ran into the house.

Lawrence glanced out the door. The door that he had just gone through was wide open.

Just now, Lawrence also vaguely caught sight of the fat woman's appearance.

Although she is plump and not good-looking, she resembles the girl just now, so they should be a mother and daughter.

Women in this region, no matter how beautiful they were when they were young, would soon become obese after marriage, including women from noble families.

Either they starve to death from malnutrition or become shockingly obese. There are very few women over forty who still maintain a normal figure, and men are the same.

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Soon the gaunt Malov came over and sat down opposite Lawrence, wiping sweat from his brow and smiling: "I'm Malov, Brown."

Lawrence: “Lawrence, Bert.”

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Malov reacted quickly, "Is he a child of Baron Bert"

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Lawrence nodded. "Yes."

Every time a child of the Baron Bertes reaches the age of fourteen, they are granted the right to manage a portion of the territory.

It's not an inheritance, but the baron would stipulate the income from a field or orchard and then give it to a married adult son to manage.

The inheritance rights were given to the eldest son, and afterwards, the income from these places was still given to the head of the family who inherited the title.

Like Lawrence, these underage children would work alongside the women and help out in other areas, assisting their older siblings.

As the number of offspring increased, there was gradually no land left for the new children. At this time, like wild beasts, those increasingly powerful and audacious dishonest individuals were driven out.

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