If Lancer had been full of enthusiasm before coming here, then after he truly started 'shopping', he fell into a state of silence because of his completely different worldview from this world.
People in this world generally do not find 'slavery' strange. The only reason they show some resistance is that the condition of these slaves looks bad.
The 'high-quality merchandise' was fine, but some of the regular merchandise was barely clothed. And generally, the people who come here are at least from well-to-do families. It's inevitable that people who have never seen such a sight would be shocked, but Lancer was different. He was simply disgusted by all of it.
But after the initial anger, he showed a wry smile. What was the point of his disgust? Not to mention whether he had the ability to change 'slavery', he had to know that even in his own era, these things were not completely eliminated. He was just turning a blind eye to avoid seeing it.
In the end, because he had lost all interest, he said goodbye to the others and left.
Feeling annoyed, he chose to return directly to the Imperial Guards' station. Although he wanted to drink to drown his sorrows, drinking was not allowed inside the military camp, and he was also relatively 'afraid of death', so this idea eventually came to nothing.
On the other side, Lancer didn't know that after he left the slave merchant guild, the several companions who had gone to have 'fun' with him also returned to the barracks shortly after him.
When they told Budo everything that had happened that day, the other party just nodded and didn't express any opinion.
Given Lancer strength, he shouldn't have received so much attention from Budo, but to this day, Budo still hasn't fully trusted Lancer, so tonight's 'treat' was actually a test. The result he got in the end was still satisfactory; it seemed that the other party was not a 'foreign race'.
However, the 'sympathy' the other party showed also made Budo very unhappy. In his opinion, no matter how strong a person's individual strength is, having excessive sympathy for the 'enemy' is completely meaningless!
When Lancer was woken up by a messenger and asked to go to Budo office the next day, he was completely bewildered. Logically speaking, soldiers who went to prostitute would get into trouble, but why was he being called for a talk even though he didn't go to prostitute?
"According to custom, our Imperial Guards generally send soldiers to various border troops for short-term training. I plan to send you to the western army. What do you think?"
What do I think? What else could he think? Although it sounded like a question, it didn't seem like one no matter how you looked at it.
"I will obey all arrangements!"
"Very good. Here is your letter of introduction..."
Looking at the other party skillfully taking out a letter from his desk, the corner of Lancer mouth twitched twice. Although he didn't dare to resist and couldn't resist, you're telling me you didn't prepare this in advance?
Of course, Lancer was mistaken about Budo here. Sending people from the Imperial Guards to the border army for short-term training was indeed one of the routine trainings of the Imperial Guards, and these letters of introduction were all prepared in advance.
However, the meaning of him sending Lancer to the border army was very obvious. In his opinion, although Lancer strength was not bad, he had lived in the 'countryside' and was ill-informed, which led to him not understanding the relationship between the empire and those foreign races. So, he decided to let Lancer intern at the border. He believed that any patriotic Imperial person would not turn a blind eye to the actions of the foreign races!
On the other side, after getting the letter of introduction, Lancer went straight to the Imperial Capital's post station. He had no attachment to the 'Imperial Capital' at all. After all, it made no difference to him where he was; everywhere was just an 'other world'.
At the post station, Lancer directly found the army's transport and supply vehicle. After greeting the other party, he got on the vehicle.
Along the way, he was looking forward to a 'bandit robbery' or 'hero saving the beauty' plot, but after following the convoy for several days, there was no reaction at all. Later, one night while drinking by the bonfire, Lancer asked his question.
The several soldiers in charge of protecting the supply team looked at each other and then burst out laughing.
"Haha~ Mr. Lancer, you really like to joke. There are local army patrols on the main road on a regular basis to maintain public order. Even if there are bandits, they only dare to rob ordinary merchant caravans. When they see our military flag, they've long since hidden somewhere. The last time a transport convoy was attacked was several years ago, and the attackers were a group of foreign defeated troops who had fled to the Empire from the border."
"We're still a bit far from the border, so it's very safe~ Just relax and rest~"
Although what the other party said was 'well-founded', Lancer always felt that something was wrong.
That night.
Lancer had always felt that his intuition was pretty accurate, especially for bad things.
When he used to play on his phone in class, he would often suddenly feel a chill down his spine and then put his phone away in his sleeve, and then the homeroom teacher/dean of students/principal would walk past the window. Another example was in the world of 'Tokyo Ghoul', where he often felt that he was being spied on, and without a doubt, he would be attacked by Ghouls afterward.
After what the other party said tonight, he had always felt that something was wrong. Although what the other party said was well-founded, he always felt that something was being ignored.
But just as he was dozing off on the grain cart, he suddenly opened his eyes. He finally knew what the other party had ignored!
The 'Revolutionary Army'!!
Although in the original work, the Revolutionary Army's slogan was always 'overthrow the corrupt Imperial rule'!
But there was no doubt that their first appearance seemed to be not during the period when the 'Minister' was in power, but much earlier...
At least during this period, the 'Empire' had not completely rotted. If they were the 'Revolutionary Army' later, then now they were simply a 'rebel army'.
Lancer grabbed the lance next to him and jumped directly off the grain cart. Then he saw a group of people wearing black night suits walking sneakily from outside the camp.
Both the other party and Lancer were stunned. It was clear that the other party hadn't expected to meet Lancer, and Lancer also hadn't expected to really encounter an 'attack'.
After the two sides looked at each other, Lancer didn't hesitate to give the lance a shake, and the folded lance instantly returned to its original form. The other party, on the other hand, took out a whistle.
"Chirp!!"
Along with the sharp short whistle, several more black-clad figures rushed out from the shadows. Looking at their bloodstained shortswords, Lancer could probably guess the situation of the others.
But perhaps because Lancer came out earlier, as the group of black-clad figures appeared, some of the Imperial Guard soldiers also rushed out of their tents in disarray. Most of them were completely bewildered, and it was clear that they hadn't expected to be attacked. However, when the pungent smell of rust entered their minds, they all sobered up.
'Enemy attack!'
These two words appeared in everyone's minds almost at the same time.