I Was Connected to Earth’s Black Market From Another World With The Skill [Market]! (WN)

Chapter 318

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Chapter 318 – Enemy Camp in View

“We, the seven of us… are all unharmed.”

“I see. That’s a good thing, in a way.”

We are currently communicating awkwardly with the warriors of a small ethnic minority group called the Surz. It seems that they were forced to attack us with their families as hostages, but the fighting ended quickly, and they were no longer needed. The commander who threatened them also died. They apologized for trying to turn their blades on us, and we accepted their apology and made peace for the time being.

“What will you do now?”

“We will go back to the village. We’re going to rescue our families.”

“Aren’t your families being held by the Imperial Army? If you need help, we can help you.”

“The Imperial Army has been defeated by the Demon King. There are only a few soldiers left in the village. We can defeat them.”

“I see. I wish you luck. Take care.”

I handed the man who seemed to be the leader of the group a bag of silver coins, which I believe to be Imperial currency. I had found them among the supplies I had taken from the storage room while checking for survivors. They were compensation from the Empire.

The Surz warriors bowed once more and ran off across the snowy plain.

“You did a good job, too.”

“Wau.”

Wau was patted by Myrril and wagged his tail bashfully. I wiped the blood from his mouth with the powdered snow. It wasn’t Nonya’s blood, by the way.

After a long and embarrassing life struggle, the commander finally had his head bitten off by Wau, crying and screaming. It was a fitting end for the man who came up with the idea of turning the winged girl into a human bomb.

If you add up the complaints and excuses he shouted before he died, it seems that the village chief, who was the owner of the slave Nonya, agreed to renounce and rewrite her contract of servitude, and the villagers who had disappeared surrendered all their property and were sent to the Imperial Capital.

Of course, such a ridiculous story is completely unbelievable. The point is that they probably did take such measures.

“As usual, I’m stunned, but in the Imperial Capital, can they freely play with people’s minds?”

“If you don’t mind the consequences, then yes. But I think it’s unreasonable to call it ‘free.'”

“I think so.”

The Empire has achieved (however imperfectly) the technology to freely alter and modify the human body, mind, and spirit, but as a result, it has only managed to create things like deranged, out-of-control, deformed human wrecks and zombie-like, non-standard military forces that can’t cooperate. It’s a country that’s going to fall anyway, so it doesn’t matter.

The information we needed to invade the Imperial Capital was obtained by interrogating the commander, but that fat guy was given very limited information for a field commander. I think my prediction that the Emperor doesn’t trust his subordinates or that he’s actually being abandoned is correct.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.”

Myrril and I returned to Casspir, where the prisoners were waiting for us. The fierce blizzard had subsided, with only the occasional snowflake dancing in the wind.

“Nonya, are you awake? Are you in pain?”

Nonya, the girl from the winged tribe who had recently joined us, lay in the back compartment. Her external injuries weren’t too bad, and thanks to the healing magic the elf girl had cast on her, she was almost completely healed. The problem was fatigue and psychological trauma.

“If you have somewhere to go, I can take you there.”

She curled up into a ball as she lay there, looking at me with frightened eyes, her face turned away. Maybe she was afraid of grown men because of the way she was treated in the village. It would have been better if I had asked Myrril, but it was too late now.

“Nonya, don’t have a home.”

I don’t know what kind of family structure the Winged Tribe has or how they live. I tried to ask the other prisoners for their opinions, but they all just shook their heads vaguely.

“Nonya, we have business in the capital. If you come with us, you’ll get caught up in the fighting. If you stay here with Wau, you won’t get into trouble. You’re not a slave anymore.”

“Nonya, slave.”

“No, you’re not. You don’t have a collar anymore. No one will tell you what to do. If you have trouble making a living, you can go to Casemaian, Sarz, or Lafan. I’ll talk to the people in town so they can help you.”

“Nonya, living, don’t understand.”

“Wau, wau.”

Outside Casspir, Wau is making some kind of appeal. Of course, I don’t understand.

“Wau and Nonya want to go with us to the imperial capital.”

“No, that’s fine, but why?”

“I don’t know. They don’t even seem to know themselves. It’s just because it sounds interesting.”

“I see.”

I have the feeling that I’ve seen a superior group of muscle heads here.

“Wau.”

I’m beginning to understand a little. I think “wau” means “so please take care of things for me.

After driving Casspir for about two hours, the walls of the Imperial Capital came into view in the distance. There were still a few kilometers to go, but if I used teleportation, I could get there in a flash. Either way, the Empire’s function as a country will be lost. That’s what they deserve. They’ll regret their actions in hell.

“It’s finally time.”

Myrril said in a cheerful voice.

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