On a carriage to the neighboring city of Balrouni, I realized one very important fact I had yet to truly comprehend until this point.
Carriages in this world? They lack shock absorbers, so my ass has to do that job. Add in that the roads between cities are honestly terrible and full of holes, it makes me curse my wish to even go on this trip.
After one more hole that sent me almost flying I put my head out of the window and turned to one of the six knights who was escorting me.
Sir Oberyn was a rather jovial man, far too much of a flirt if anyone asks me but the man was competent enough and he at least did not despise me due to my circumstances of birth.
"Sir Oberyn, are the roads normally this bad?" I question and Oberyn shrugs.
"It is not that bad, it is just that there were a few rains this last month so the soil got a bit bad. After the rainy season ends we will likely have to repave the road again, but such is life I suppose."
I frown at that, if this is the state of the streets all the way between here and Criston my poor ass would be more abused than a fat assed femboy passed out drunk in a particularly rough gay bar.
Yeah, no.
"Tell everyone to stop." I tell the man as I close the curtains to think a bit. Thanks to the essence I somehow possess, I have every scrap of knowledge even marginally related to the 'moonlit world' cramped into my head. It is good though that this knowledge was mostly only theories so I could still comprehend them after my first two or so years of life.
The constant migraine was not a good experience.
Anyway, amongst all that knowledge there is plenty in regards to earth magecraft and alchemy. I concentrate on both and after the carriage stops I open the door to get out.
Sir Oberyn stands by my side with his usual confidence while the others are mostly those who are neutral to good towards me. It is honestly kinda depressing that most knights that work for my father don't like me, but I suppose the discrimination because of race is nothing new.
"Everyone, please move to the back of the carriage." I tell them, but they look confused so I repeat. "Now."
Thankfully they were capable enough to follow that 'complex' order, trust me there were those who were not able to do even that.
Regardless, as they move away I walk to the front and observe the road with displeasure. What a dump this road is, no way I will travel on it all the way.
Putting my hand on the ground I concentrate as I fully activate for the likely first time all my fifty "Blue Bloods: Noble Magic Circuits". Those are the magic circuits equal to Lorelei, the 'Queen' of the Clock Tower, and she only had 43 of those and was STILL able to face off one on one against mostly any servant who was not a Grand or Gilgamesh without problem. Even a Dead Apostle hunting, which normally takes teams with several magus fighting together with plenty of knowledge of the target's abilities, she could do alone as a sport. She literally could take on entire armies with thousands upon thousands of ghouls together with several dead apostles head on, and it would be impressive if THEY could make her get a single scratch in the end. And she could do it while in the age of man AND in a world where magecraft was extremely degraded as well.
Me? I have more circuits than her and am in a world where it is still the Age of the Gods and there is no degradation or resistance at all to my spells.
Honestly, what I am doing right now is child's play as far as I am concerned when it comes down to magecraft. I simply modified the road for the next thirty kilometers into perfectly and extremely smooth asphalt concrete that should last at the very least the next forty years as long as no dumbass doesn't go out of his way to damage it.
Honestly, this is a rather easy spell to do too, I just create a spell that covers around thirty meters, make a spell to design how the soil should become, then put the spell in 'repeat' around a thousand times.
It costs a lot of Od to use? Yes. Do I feel the expenditure? Not that much actually.
This level of alchemy was nothing too exaggerated as far as I care, and it is not out of the realm of possibilities for the magic users in this world. I mean, just based on the beginner and intermediary earth magics I've got, I could have still done the same thing if my mana core was big enough.
Give it one more year, and I could make it. By the time I am ten, and with how much I train to improve my mana capacity and control, I think I would have at least the magic capacity to cast at least a few dozen Emperor level spells before not being able to do it anymore, and that is me lowballing it.
I have a constant 1% increase more or less that happens three times a day, every single day. And it has happened like that for my mana core since I was four.
Add in that it doesn't seem to be changing all that much as time passes, and from what I examined mine was already much bigger than normal from the start...
Yeah, I am gonna be a powerhouse in the future. And that is not even considering my Od capacity of production with my magic circuits and the nearly uncountable mystic code structures I have engraved in my head.
As I observe the road Sir Oberyn approaches me and speaks up.
"Need to hand it to you lad, you know how to make an impression." He says and I smirk before I look at his spear and think for a moment before speaking.
"Give me that spear for a moment."
The tan skinned man looks suspicious, but accepts it in the end as he hands over the spear. I observe it a bit before putting my hand over the blade and using alchemy to modify the metal blade like I did with those swords.
Oberyn was the strongest amongst the knights with me, and I think that my display may cause some idiots to want to try and capture me or something (we are going to a slavers caravan, after all), so I might as well give the man a little extra edge to defend me.
Why not defend myself? Why should I do that and still pay guards then? If I have to defend myself even with guards, then wouldn't it just mean I am paying them for nothing:
Yeah, no. I rather others do that sort of heavy lifting.
"Here you go, it is better now." I tell the man before turning to the others. "Protect me well this time and help me, and I will give your weapons the same treatment I gave Oberyn's weapon when we get back."
I then turn to see Oberyn testing his spear against a big tree and slicing right through it as if it was butter.
"... Nice." He says with a cocky smile and I sigh, knowing he would likely want to cause some sort of fight just to test his new weapon.
To take care of that I speak up.
"Do something you shouldn't, and I will ask grandpa to make sure you are banned from all brothels in Roa for the next month."
The man shivers at that while looking at me with abject fear of my threat. Oh well, I was being completely honest here so he can go and deal with it.
By the time we arrived in the city of Criston I had to recast that spell two more times. In the end, it cost me around 4% of my total Od, which I regenerated most of it just during the travel time itself.
Huh, maybe I should offer my father to do this sort of work to expand our trade routes better to the neighboring towns and villages. It would improve commerce, at the very least, and it would also come with the bonus that we would have access to more goods, which means more materials for testing and study.
I do live in town, a bit of help would not hurt so why not anyway.
I stayed inside the carriage as a small commotion was happening outside, most likely due to me making a whole new road of a material I am quite sure is not used in these lands at all.
Well, whatever. We soon were traveling through the streets and I could see how things were around here.
"Come on, put your back on it."
"Shake more, why are you moving that fat ass so slow?"
"I did not buy your loose pussy for it to not even manage to get me off."
I widened my eyes slightly at what I was seeing. The entire city, no matter how much we walked, seemed more akin to an open brothel than an actual city. There were many humans moving around, but there were even more people locked in chains on the walls and whatnot.
And most seemed to be-
"So, the young master noticed." Oberyn said as he walked beside the carriage. "This city, it is a very well known one across the kingdom as the city of a thousand pleasures and one of the main port cities for trade in the kingdom. Slave traders across the world come to sell their merchandise to the city which then resells it, either as direct purchases or makes the slaves as whores if they are not directly sold. Many people of many races are sold here, even former nobles and sometimes royals end up in these streets to be sold. For instance-"
Oberyn then points with his chin towards a stand in the distance where a woman was locked in place with a sign written 'Free Use forever, human cocks only' on it. She had blond hair and was clearly an elf, but her face that once might have been regal now looked ragged and filled only with pleasure.
"She was the former princess of the Eastern forest, an elven kingdom around six hundred years ago. It is said that she was offered to marry the king of Asura kingdom at the time to sign peace, but she was so incredibly horny that the king did not desire her. After a while the king proposed that, if she gave up her entire nation and its people then she would no longer be a princess and no longer need to stay married to him."
"And what did she do?" I ask in curiosity.
Oberyn merely smirked at that.
"Let's just say that the Asura kingdom obtained a lot of land and a lot of elven slaves then, and she got what she wanted in the end."
I then look up as the woman yelled in ecstasy as a man walked behind her and started fucking her then and there.
"Oberyn, shut the fuck up and stop telling the young master all this nonsense. We are here for a simple job, nothing more and nothing less." Another of the knights said in irritation.
Oberyn just raised his hands in 'surrender' as we soon left behind the former princess whore and moved towards an area nearer to the center of the city.
"The center of town is a bit special." Oberyn started. "This is where slaves are trained in specific capacities and abilities, not just as sex toys. Normally your father and grandfather come here when they decide to buy new staff members." The man then pointed to a huge building with a sign with a woman in a small, fetish level of small, maid outfit.
This world more and more feels like little more than a bad doujinshi hentai, huh. Well, can't say father, grandfather, mom, and most maids did not make me notice this sooner.
I just thought it was just my family being perverts, not the world, or at least this kingdom, being like that.
Anyway, now with that realization, it is time to search for just the right person.
"Oh, guests from the Notos Greyrat Family." An male standing outside wearing butler clothes said as we stopped in front of the shop. He looked like a regular butler, but strangely enough he was lime green and had three horns on his head.
As I got out he saw me and gave me a smile.
"Oh, so this is the little son of the lord Greyrat. Good, good, your father and grandfather told me about you a few times before. You may call me uncle Sam, now come inside, I have all sorts of products you may desire."
Yeah, not gonna call him that. Even if it is so ironic to call a slave trader 'uncle sam'.
"Hello, my father gave me some money to arrange for my own maids, and he said you were the best person to ask about it." I lied without issue. Father and grandfather never said any such thing, but making the man believe they did is more than good enough in my eyes.
"Oh, of course. Any specifics you would want for them?" The man asks and I think about it for a bit before reaching a decision.
"I would like a more experienced maid. The better she is at her job the better." I proposed to the man who nodded energetically.
Well, seeing how elves don't seem to be too expensive here it shouldn't be hard to arrange for some other ones or half elves (with how many elves I have seen being fucked in the way, I don't doubt there are plenty of half elves around for sale).
Soon I was taken to a room a distance away while my knights followed me along. The place looked rather luxurious, clearly thinking of nobility there.
"Would my lord and his companions like some refreshments while we bring along the products?" The man said and I accepted some juice while the others asked for other things. Nothing too expensive, of course, since I was sure whatever we requested would be put as little extras in the price tag of whoever we end up buying.
We stood waiting for a little while as we were served our drinks. The juice was quite good and the guards seemed to enjoy their drinks as well.
Funnily enough I had to hear Oberyn complain about me drinking the juice right away instead of letting him test it for any sort of tampering. It seems like it was relatively normal to add small dosages of aphrodisiac on the drinks served as a way to make the clients more 'excited' and not pay as much attention to what they were buying exactly.
Well, my body was pretty much immune to any toxin that would manipulate me unless I wanted to, so I had no problems at all even if I was drinking concentrated poison, so whatever.
The thing still tasted nice on my tongue.
Soon the man returned with around eight different maids, all beastkin.
"... Are there any who are elves?" I asked and the man looked at me in utter shock.
"Not beastkin? But, you are… I guess you have unique tastes. Wait a bit, I think I have someone else that might work."
With that the man went back, taking with him the several maids who I noticed were all beastkin with big tits.
I guess it is the 'type' my grandpa and father usually buy, huh. I did notice that many of the ones he brings back are like that.
Soon the man returned with a single one dressed as a maid. She had long straight blond hair and piercing blue eyes, she looked around fifteen give or take, but with elves it was hard to say truly. Honestly speaking she was gorgeous, truly eye-catching in every single best way, which made me speak up.
"How much is she?"
"Well, she might be an elf but she still is very eye-catching even for her race and is still a virgin, add in her various abilities she would go for eighty asura gold coins."
"Hah!" Oberyn laughed in mockery at it. "You must really think we are stupid. A elf slave is hardly even worth more than eight, twenty if she is good at magic and a virgin, why would this one be worth that much?"
"Sir Oberyn, that is quite enough." I tell the man who shuts up in time to get a slap to the back of the head by one of the other knights. "But," I say, turning to the seller. "He does raise a point. What makes her so valuable?"
"Well sir, she is-"
"No." I said, raising a hand to stop him as my eyes turned to the woman. "I want you to be the one to tell me. If someone is to be my maid she must be capable of at least speaking for herself. If I wanted a mere doll with holes to fuck, I could make one myself."
And I was not joking, the sheer amount of knowledge I had on puppetry, golemancy, and alchemy for the production of Homunculi would see to it where I could do just that rather easily.
The woman looked at me for a bit before saying.
"I am an advanced level swordsman in all three styles, am capable of speaking and writing in all four main languages in this world, and am a saint level magician in summoning and advanced on healing and wind attributes. I have previously worked for a few years for the Royal Family of the Biheiril Kingdom until the princess I worked for got jealous over how her betrothed seemed to want me more than her, so she sold me away."
Well, that was certainly impressive, but…
"Are you good with a shoulder massage?" I ask a more important question and the elf seems shocked at my question but nods in the end. "Show it to me then."
After I said this she got right behind me and, with a bit of hesitation, she began doing just that. First with a bit of caution, but soon she was going at it with surety and, yep it is decided.
"I will pay seventy golden coins for her."
"The prince was eighty, but since you are Saurus' grandson then maybe I can lower it to seventy eight."
"Seventy five, and I would take any 'damaged' stock you have around who is still younger than ten for another fifty silver coins each."
"SOLD." He said instantly and went to go check and get the merchandise ready.
After he left, Oberyn questioned me.
"My lord, why did you buy those who are damaged? You do know they can come missing entire limbs, defective body parts, or have some sort of scarring or mental problems, correct?"
"I know my reasons, Oberyn. Just leave it for now and it should be enough."
The man wanted to argue more, but I just pointed it out.
"Even if it happens to cost more money than what I have right now, do you think my family would complain considering I can build them as many roads like that one you just saw as needed? Or change the equipment of our guards in a similar fashion to your spear and ahh~~ that hit the spot." I say with a barely contained moan as the elf had hit some nerve there and I felt my entire body trembling in pleasure.
Yeah, yeah, she has a lot of skills, yada, yada, yada, but the most important is that she seems to be able to give me good massages. That was more than enough as far as I care.
A maid is there to care for her master's wellbeing, which means she must know how to help in different areas and, just as importantly, help him relax. Sure, most would do that by bending over or jumping up and down, but a good massage is just as effective as far as I am concerned
