Stepping in the rider's seat was a wooden door.
"Hmm, locked. Not surprised." Looking at the damage that someone did of course they would close the door.
After thinking about I decided to knock on the door since as a true gentleman and someone who values the privacy of others is entitled to.
Mhmm, yeah. That lasted about 3 seconds.
"Open up you little shits!" Out of patience, I kicked the door open.
"Kyaaah!"
"Hkkkkk! Bent! What are yo- huh?"
"The so-called Bent is outside lying dead on the ground. And you guys will soon meet them." I said while looking around.
The guy supposedly called Oliver seemed like he fell butt first on the floor and the two guys around him seem to be a part of these minions.
As for all the others...
'They really sell their own race...'
On the left and right side were mostly women n holding on to their knees and with so little clothing that it hid their private areas.
Some were shaking in fear while others stared aimlessly at the distance with dead fish eyes.
"Y-Y-You, guys! W-What are you still standing there!? Get him!"
"But Sir Oliver...We can't..."
"Who do you guys think is paying here! I will pay 10 gold coins on who kills this bastard."
The moment money has been bought up, the fear they held vanished and in turn became the man's greed.
"How dare you insult the great Oliver!" With words full of rightness and eyes full of greed one of the slavers dashed forward.
Indeed, the power of money couldn't be underestimated as when enough was placed in front of someone they will purge their fears and control someone's actions purely in the face of profit.
"Idiot..."
Swinging the Veren sword with one hand at this mindless creature's head.
Holding this short story with both hands he tried blocking the attack, but upon contact of both blades, I simply pushed the blade aside and cut this throat.
"Bluhh! Wh- imp-"
Without even being able to say these last words he fell to the ground.
[You received 1000 XP]
'He is even worse than the guys outside...'
Everyone was shocked at the current sight in front of them.
The two of the slaver crew in the middle had pale faces while the what I guess are the slaves had...interesting faces.
Some were shaking and grabbing their heads while whispering gibberish.
Others had even paler faces while that the slavers themselves but for the most part they had vicious faces and smiling eyes.
That sight made it even the more creepy for the merchant and the minion beside him.
"These mere products...!"
"You done?" Slowly walking towards them I said with my cold voice.
The sound of the screeching wood made all inside the room feel the temperature drop.
"S-Stay away! Or else..." Feeling this death slowly crippling upon him, the man's minds overloaded on what to do.
And in the moments of this demise, an idea came to mind.
He quickly grabbed a stunning beauty from the side and put this short sword at her throat.
"Stop right there! Move any closer and she dies"
"He, a hostage? You serious?"
"Didn't you hear what I said! If you get any closer she is dead!"
With tears running on her beautiful face, she pleads with a low voice.
"Please, save..."
"Be quiet! And you over there stay right where you at!"
'I should be saved for now, unlike that idiot I got a brain in my head. If this knight is here then that means the boss should even be dead by now. I am lucky enough that this guy is a knight that holds the stupid beliefs of virtue.'
"You! Back away and throw your weapon where I can see it! or else..."
"Or else what?"
"Huh?"
Using [Sprint] I dashed at the guy and without hesitation pierced him and the woman right through the chest.
"You..!"
[You received 1200 XP]
"Why...?"
[You received 700 XP]
"You guys sure misunderstood why I am here..."
My actions together with the blood in my armor made my words sound even more ominously for everyone inside here.
Pointing the sword at the merchant I said with my cold voice.
"I am here to kill you all..."
"W-Wait! Sir Knight! If you were to kill me the merchant union will..."
Before he could finish I griped him on this neck as you would do on a chicken.
"Whatever this union crap is. As far as I know the dead tell no tales."
"I-Is it gold you want!? How about 30- No 50 Gold!? Let me leave and I promi-"
"Not interested."
I raised my sword ready to pierce through this chest.
But the next thing he said made me halt.
"Please! Is it magic items that you want!? I have enough influence to get you whatever you want! Please spare me!"
'Magic items? Does he mean something like my Veren sword?'
Looking through my armor I grimace slightly (Not like I can...).
"And where are these magic items that you speak of?"
Hearing that Oliver's face changed color drastically.
As if holy light descend in the dark cave that he was in.
He saw Hope!
"I know a great smith in the capital! They should match the strength of your sword of not surpass it! Let me live and I will get you whatever you want from there!"
"..."
'Maybe I can use this guy...'
"How do I know that you aren't lying?" Of course, I will doubt it.
It sounds too good of an offer to give on someone who is holding your neck to lick a dead duck.
"I-If I was to lie you can end my life wherever you want! N-Nevertheless without any kind of influence most can't buy magic items!"
'If that guy is telling the truth, then magic items should be monitored on who buys them...'
He basically saying that without him I can't get buy magic items from anywhere...
"Sigh..." Letting my grip go the merchant fell butt first on the wooden floor.
"Cough~Cough, I promise you you aren't going to regret this!"
I could only shake mine internally at this sight.
'I reviewed my desires too fast..."
That guy was smart, from the little information and time that he had he found my interest in magic items too fast.
He's saying that some kind of authority is needed to buy magic items also makes him a necessity for my interest...
'The only disadvantage thing here is that I can't prove these words...'
"How long?"
"Huh?"
"How long until we reach that place...?"
"I-It should be around 2 to 3 weeks if we were to start moving now..."
"Alright...but a warning before that..." Gathering my mana in my hand I cast [Curse of Vigor] on him.
"What did you...?" He asked slightly shaking and breathing heavily.
"That's my warning on you. What I just did was placing a curse on you."
These eyes widen up and a feeling of dread came at him.
"A curse...?" He managed to say in a slightly shaking voice.
"Yes, although this was just a temporary one, we know that the next one shall be a permanent one..."
Seeing these eyes shaking I almost laugh out loud.
'He fell for it...'
Of course, a permanent curse is a thing.
And also what I just said was pure bullshit!
Me a permanent curse?
Bah! Didn't your mother tell you not to believe everything that others say?
I almost feel bad for him!
Almost.
"Anyways...lead me now to the other two wagons..."
"Sure..."
And with that, I and the guy Oliver left the stunned slaves and went to the other wagons.
Of course this time we used the keys that Oliver had instead of gently pushing the door open...
Of course, I aimed to kill the remaining slavers and kill some rebellious slaves.
After finishing the second wagon and entering the third I noticed something unusual.
"Huh? Why is this wagon so...empty?"
"Sir! be careful that's cause..."
[You are being affected by the status effect [Nightmare]]
"Huh?"
It was as if someone closed the lights.
Everything was engulfed in total darkness.
"This place is..."
Suddenly an old woman's cry came from the distance.
"Please...!"
"Who!" Turning around I saw nothing.
"You will regret this...!" Then a male's voice sounded through the distance behind me.
"You!"
Same as usual...nothing was around me.
"It can't be...that I returned to this plac-"
[Effect [Nightmare] has been removed.]
"I am back?"
"Sir are you alright!?"
After confirming that I am back from this place that resembled the dark swamp I calmed down.
"Yes...But wha-" But as I were to ask what was going on, two voices interrupt me.
"Sis!"
"Big sister!"
"You two...quickly hide behind me..."
Looking in front of a were 2 small dark-skinned girls with chains on their necks and legs while in the middle of them was a mature-looking one which resembled the two other girls.
Looking at these girls made the invisible heat lessen but still being there.
Such a reaction obviously confused me.
"These three are..."
Hearing my question made the merchant straighten this back and say in pride.
"This sir, are our greatest products that I own! They are of the Dark Elve race!"
Upon hearing him saying what this three are I frowned.