Chapter 121.2

In accordance with the knowledge I acquired from Emily, she was raised in a single-father family.

Her mom handed away three years in the past, and her father, who had at all times been tough, turned much more unstable.

Now, she’s dwelling together with her paternal grandmother, who, fearing for Emily’s security, determined to take her in.

This occurred a couple of months earlier than she met Quince and Kyle.

Botas, Emily’s father, appeared to assume he’d gotten rid of a burden, however not lengthy after, he began making an attempt to get her again. Her grandmother shortly realized that her son, Botas, was as much as no good.

Fortuitously, Emily was typically away gathering Basic’s Tea, so she didn’t find out about her father’s actions.

However that modified when he barged into our home, making everybody, not simply Emily, conscious of what was happening.

After I first heard the story, I used to be glad he barged in.

If she had been taken with out us noticing, it could’ve been tough to deal with.

The carriage crossed the principle avenue and entered the northwest a part of Selene.

Emily’s household house is a bit over a ten-minute stroll away, nearer than the Academy.

We didn’t really want a carriage, however I had Samini prepare one to maintain up appearances as the Aristocracy.

Even the kids of nobles who lease houses use carriages for his or her commutes to and from the Academy.

Sadly, that’s the “correct” approach of the Aristocracy.

As I sighed on the carriage journey, one thing I hadn’t handled because the examination outcomes had been posted, I requested the others driving with me.

“Do you’ve gotten the paperwork?”

“No points in any respect.”

Samini smiled and positioned her hand on her bag.

If knowledgeable says there’s no drawback, then all the pieces ought to proceed easily.

After enduring a bumpy ten-minute journey, we lastly arrived at our vacation spot.

The place was an outdated stone residence close to the outer partitions of Selene’s northwest district.

The constructing wasn’t in horrible situation, but it surely regarded older than my home.

The stone was chipped in locations, with high-quality cracks and seams coated in black moss.

If not for the faint indicators of life, it may simply be mistaken for an deserted constructing.

Samini opened the creaking door and entered, whereas I adopted, conscious of sustaining a noble look.

Our vacation spot was a room on the second flooring, on the very finish.

As I walked by means of the dim hallway, I activated my [Presence Detection] skill.

“I’m Samini, representing the Industrial Guild. I’ve been given full authority by Alter-sama for this contract.”

“Contract…?”

“That is concerning the slave commerce contract in your daughter, Emily.”

Botas’ eyes widened.

I noticed him intently and sighed softly.

No rebuttal, no anger?

So he actually intends to promote her. What a father.

“As a formality, we’ve already appraised her. She’s unskilled in each magic and labor, and being solely 9 years outdated, her worth is sort of low—”

“W-wait!”

Botas interrupted, panicked.

For a second, I had hope, however as soon as once more, I used to be dissatisfied.

“You need to purchase her, don’t you?! Look, she’s acquired a cute face, proper? She’ll develop into an actual magnificence!”

Botas desperately tried to persuade us of her price.

It’s stunning how grotesquely somebody can behave.

I stored my chilly coronary heart hidden, forcing myself to take care of a impartial expression.

Samini, evidently used to coping with individuals like him, shook her head barely, nonetheless sporting her well mannered smile.

“I’m sorry, however Lord Alter requires labor. Her look doesn’t issue into—”

“High quality.”

I interrupted Samini.

Barely holding on to my composure, I turned to Botas.

“I’ll take into account her appears within the appraisal as you want. Do you’ve gotten some other calls for? Communicate now. Should you attempt to play any video games, the deal’s off.”

At my sign, Samini positioned a leather-based pouch on the desk.

The sound of jingling cash caught Botas’ consideration.

As Samini started stacking gold cash one after the other, Botas’ grin widened with every extra coin.

“Twenty gold cash, plus ten for her look. A complete of thirty gold cash. Will you settle for this?”

“C-couldn’t or not it’s just a bit extra—!”

“Slave merchants wouldn’t give you greater than this. You already know they’d attempt to exploit you. Isn’t that proper?”