Damn, I recarneted As A Judge in Fantasy World

Chapter 27: Slave hunter

Even if I'm a member of the royal family, I cannot request an imperial guard knight.

"I will post a notice to the mercenary guild."

"Okay, how long will it take?"

"It probably depends on the amount."

"Say you will pay 50% more than the normal request fee. Then we'll get responses quickly, right?"

"Of course, Your Majesty."

To be honest, I wondered how much more money I would save if I were given more.

Not only is it a very long trip, but it also requires assisting a higher-ranking person. If it was the perception of nobility that was underwritten by mercenaries, there was a high possibility that they would cover it up and ignore it.

But the next day, Deacon Miller Xavier brought dozens of mercenaries.

"No, what's so fast?"

"In a recession like today, 50% is significant. Besides, didn't the person who posted the announcement tell you this?"

"Why me?"

"He is famous for being fair and just, so everyone has no choice but to want to serve him. There are more people who admire you than you might think, right?"

When I first possessed Abel's body, the servants' loyalty was miserable.

Because they were all either 'low' or 'very low.' 'Now that I think about it, I wonder how much has changed.'

I immediately brought up Deacon Miller Xavier's information window.

It's been a while since I used this feature, but it wasn't awkward at all. If you just summon the will, it will come to you right away.

**<Person information>**

**Name:** Miller Xavier

**Status:** Baronet

**Position:** General Butler

**Loyalty:** Medium to high

**Status:** Fatigue, Pride, Passion

It was truly remarkable growth.

It was no wonder that the butler's loyalty increased so much that he ran away immediately. Deacon Xavier had been so busy that he barely had time to breathe, but he finally found some free time.

"How is work these days? Isn't it too much?"

"It's a random question, but I think I can answer it easily. I'm quite satisfied."

As expected, a positive answer came back.

The other workers' information windows had probably changed quite a bit as well.

'I want to look into every single thing, but the interview comes first.'

Since we couldn't take all of the dozens of people with us, we had to pick out the best. It's common for mercenaries to turn into thieves in some obscure place.

Isn't there a saying that you may know ten ways in the water, but you don't know the insides of people in one way?

But I was able to choose without too much difficulty.

**<Person information>**

**Name:** Jamar

**Identity:** Mercenary (C)

**Position:** None

**Relationship:** No acquaintance

**Status:** slight envy, poverty, money blindness, evil deeds

Don't you get the feeling just by looking at it?

If i hire a guy like this, it would be a perfect opportunity to get stabbed in the back. I immediately looked at the next person.

**<Person information>**

**Name:** Derek

**Identity:** Mercenary (B)

**Position:** None

**Relationship:** No acquaintance

**Status:** Passionate fandom, pride based on skills

'Okay! This is it.'

A face full of honesty and sparkling eyes. No matter who saw it, he was a person who praised me. In most cases, he won't betray me. There will be no problem if we select someone like this.

So I selected six mercenaries as escorts.

***

There were a total of ten people in the group, including six guards, two servants, Deacon Tobias Wilkin, and myself.

Once preparations were complete, we left the capital immediately. Then we moved straight east along the road. However, as soon as we left the city, something happened that raised eyebrows.

"Ha, please give me a penny."

"Children are starving. Even spoiled food is okay..."

We encountered a group of hundreds of refugees.

Of course, it wasn't much of a threat.

What would a group of skinny people do?

Right now, my guards are all veteran mercenaries. However, I couldn't help but feel pity.

'I haven't heard of a war breaking out recently, so why are they going around begging?'

Although it was close to the bone, there limbs were still intact. They could just find a job, but I wondered why on earth they would do that.

Perhaps conscious of my gaze, Deacon Wilkin opened his mouth.

"I guess you feel sorry for them, Your Majesty."

"I feel like I want to take them back. There is already a shortage of factory workers."

"They are runaway serfs."

"Are they openly begging?"

"When regular soldiers appear, they run away to the forest or mountains. Moreover, if the circumstances arise, they turn into thieves."

"Is that so? Then why did they run away in the first place?"

Tobias Wilkin was speechless. He couldn't say it's because of the nobility.

I, the one listening, am also a noble person, a member of the royal family. So I just spit it out instead.

"It seems the lords are very tyrannical, right? High taxes are probably the norm, and people may be forced into labor."

"Keuhum!"

"Here... it's the County of Brayden."

A land dispute due to a recent typhoon.

The victim at that time was Count Brayden. Earl Brayden, who laughed brightly even as his land was taken away. It left a pretty good impression on me.

'Escape from a place where such a person rules?'

Serfs only lacked freedom prior to residence, and were quite different from slaves. Because he was able to own not only a wife and children, but also a house and property. But it was still difficult to make a living.

'It's dark fantasy in the true sense of the word.'

It was a word that had been mentioned several times so far. However, it didn't make much of an impact.

Because the only world I see is the court and the Duchy of Carriers. However, if i go a little bit to the outskirts, a different world unfolds.

"Poverty, the threat of monsters, the lord's cruelty, what else?"

"There are slave hunters."

"Ah?"

"They are the ones who capture free people and turn them into slaves. Surprisingly, it is quite popular outside the city."

I nodded loudly.

Anyway, this is a place where there is no concept of identification other than the royal family or nobles. If you catch someone and hit them with a stick, you will know if they are a free citizen or not. Since it was a barbaric world, it was a very likely story.

"Like them?"

I looked at Tobias Wilkin with a troubled expression and snapped my fingers.

Characters who suddenly appear.

The two were running like crazy, and the men on horseback chased them furiously.

By twirling a noose made of rope. It looked as if they were trying to catch a large animal alive.

"Yes, that's right."

The moment Deacon Wilkin responded in surprise, I was already jumping up and down.

I don't know the exact circumstances, but isn't it abnormal to hunt people? The highest judge of the capital's courts cannot overlook injustice.

"Chahaha!"

Wow!

A cool mid-air spinning kick exploded onto the temple of the man on the horse.

The opponent was immediately thrown away and rolled around on the floor. But just then a voice was heard.

"Young Master!"

what?