Chapter 111 – 077 Mare Capture. Sale
Sonia’s female horse, whose meaning has already passed to the other world, unless it’s illegal kidnapping, slave trade, black market… Camouflage infiltration cosplay.
Female racehorses waiting for their new masters, dressed as a mare in the same outfit that Sonia was tied up pretending to be a female horse.
Each female horse is dressed differently to see if there is a designer, and all the mares have their wrists tied behind their waists like Sonia.
From clunky boots that can make a crackling sound to high heels for ballet.
From a leotard-type straitjacket like Sonia to a full-body swimsuit-like design, to a mare waiting to be docile with only a heart-shaped nipple sticker on it, whether it’s for the purpose of reducing weight or to appeal to those who ‘buy it that way’.
Sonia and the porters arrive at the mare exchange where various ‘products’ are displayed.
(…Uh…Uh…Ah…My heart…Is…It’s pounding…This…This…I got excited about this…I got it done…?)
Please …
Sonia realizes that all the mares hung in the stables and product stands were intentionally covered with eye patches for no reason.
Thump thump thump…Sonia’s heart pounded.
“Huh…!?”
A mare exchange employee runs in panting after seeing a customer who has entered.
The two porters deliberately push Sonia’s hips forward while pushing her from behind.
“Welcome! Are you here to see the mare?”
“No. I didn’t come here to buy, but to sell… A ‘friend’ recommended this place. Could you take a look?”
As much as it is a market, it is imported as much as it is sold. It leads to profit, so the porters show off their eloquence.
It was an inexperienced technique that Sonia, who is confident in her bargaining skills, could see, but rather than pointing out such a technique, this exchange employee naturally continued talking about the product she was buying.
[Is this the ‘Lee’ mare that the teacher brought you?] He nodded and said, “I’m not sure how much I can sell it for… I’d like to ask you a favor. Haha…!] A porter who advertises to be slapped together.
You did a good job watching the talking porter! Porters looking at each other.
(…)
As it was, Sonia was sold to this mare exchange, trained to meet a new owner, and took a step forward in the future where she would be displayed as a commodity…
“Then, this mare you brought.
You came here after being introduced, but of course you have to watch it! Let’s test it first!”
Sonia, who is confident in negotiating her own way, is convinced that even if she doesn’t notice, from the employee’s words, she will already receive and end as she gives, let alone negotiate.
(I wonder at this point how much it hits… Let’s look at it a little more…)
The porter, who still doesn’t know what he said wrong, gave the end of the rope around Sonia’s neck to her clerk, and when he saw her smiling, it was the exchange clerk who returned it with the same smile.
…
Guided by the staff, the porters followed and Sonia was dragged in.
A wide space guided as I said it was a space for tests to buy mares.
Not as much as the playground, but as long as the trading product is a mare… A space large enough to pull a wagon and a magic crystal pillar the size of a man erected like a punching bag.
(…? A crystal? It looks like a magic item, but it doesn’t look dangerous.)
It was a D-class hero who thought that the magic crystal standing like a punching bag might restrain Sonia with strange magical power, or a strange procedure performed on a mare… Exchange staff opened up.
“Did you know that? They say that wearing a blindfold makes you run faster. Of course, there’s a truck here, so it’s meaningless, but according to the record, putting an eyepatch on a pack horse made it pull more…”
It’s been a long time since I’ve been in the middle of a long time! The employee looked at Sonia’s breasts while holding a needle that looked like a fishing line hook but didn’t look that sharp.
“Ummm… Neither the nipple ring nor the piercing… It’s an outfit that sticks to itself without any holes. It seems that it’s easier to manage if you wear a nipple ring. So I checked to see if it’s there… Don’t you have?
Do you remember where you got this from?”
(Yu…Nipple pierce…P…P…Ppee…♡)
Sonia, the lewd mare, who was declaring war on the employee saying that she would beat the price, but instead of noticing it, she stood up her nipples under the training clothes that were clinging to her.
Porters scratching their heads shyly as if their charisma abilities were low, let alone bargaining skills.
“Because the breasts and the body are useful, that’s enough, but this place deals with racehorses. I’ll just test it out and give you cash right away? Is that okay?”
“Aww… I’d really appreciate it if you would. Boss? Isn’t it?”
“I look forward to.”
If Sonia had a nipple ring, if she had piercings, then she would use a fishing hook like a hook… An employee who didn’t even expect what to do.
The exchange staff who had already correctly identified that they had just brought wild junk while inducing them to pay in cash so that no transaction records remain.
Now, the trash, of course, can be sold for cosplay play because it looks smooth, but since you can’t buy it, the employee decided to test the magic attribute.
“It’s a horse with a pretty gait. ‘It’s a little bit because I haven’t been trained, but…’ You’re holding your chest and head firmly, right?
‘It takes some time to teach, but…’
If you teach well, it looks good. Do you have a name for the mare?”
“What…I just brought you here…I ask you in moderation. Wouldn’t it be better not to have a name? Haha…”
Porters who openly say that they are mongrel female mares.
Now she was a mare exchange employee who only thought about how much to hit in her head.
I decided to test it though, so it was the employee who ordered the mare Sonia to kick the crystal pillar for a power test.
“Hey… Kick that shiny thing over there with all your might. Can you do it well?”
Thump thump … An exchange employee tickling Sonia’s second ear growing above her golden hair.
(… I. What am I doing… Right now…)
Sonia, who was silent because she was dumbfounded by what she said to herself.
The spirit of her warhorse didn’t take it and left it as it is, and her training clothes are leotard-type design, so Sonia’s bare buttocks are exposed.
A mare exchange worker who pats her ass bare skin.
(Still, if it’s a test… I’m curious…?
According to Luce, there is a magical item in the adventurer’s guild that shows your level or current experience when you touch it…)
Bogus as it is. Sonia kicks the crystal properly set up like a punching bag. A two-digit number floating in white letters on a sparkling crystal. ’25’
(Twenty…Five…? Higher or lower…I don’t know…)
Usually, a score out of 100 is a national rule. Sonia thought it was a low score because it was an unspoken rule.
It was the porters and ‘exchange workers’ who seemed to have similar thoughts to Sonia.
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“Really, if you spread rumors somewhere, you absolutely can’t do it. Bosses…? Really, please…! Come on…”
A mare exchange worker carefully hands the two of them an envelope containing the proceeds from the sale of an unknown wild mare.
Handing it over – out of 100 points…25 points. – You have to train from the beginning. – I have to buy the equipment one by one and match it. The size of the chest…You know? An employee who secretly says.
Thank you for remembering me again next time! Even the greetings of an experienced employee who does not forget to finish.
“Of course. We’ve never been here before.”
“What…Don’t worry…Good job.”
In fact, these two people and two porters too. A porter, but as much as a porter.
These porters, who would have been left injured in the dungeon without the turquoise short-haired adventurer girl, went in and out of the dungeon where they could get hurt at any time, and had to learn lip service in order to be chosen by the adventurers.
Of course, I knew there was nothing I could do because the exchange staff had to eat ‘a little bit’, but I thought it would be there wherever I went, so the porters reluctantly accepted an envelope containing ‘two months’ living expenses’.
Two porters gathered together to gather herbs for a weekend family outing, but since two months of living expenses come in at once, they want to give a kiss to a wild female horse with 25 points out of 100, let alone lose money.
The two porters, who don’t know the extent of the beatings, prefer to extort more entrance fees from the staff at the night market.
Even now, the two porters get annoyed by the thought of how hard they would have been touring in the mountains if they had picked herbs because the lucky mare hadn’t shown up.
Two people who don’t worry about the other porters who are still passed out with their pockets robbed from being kicked by a wild wild mare.
They were two porters who disappeared from the night market while exchanging ‘let’s have a meal sometime/Please take good care of me at that time’.
