Once before, one of the jerks who witnessed the same scene tried to woo them after safeguarding his crotch, but let's just say that no one ever tried to woo them again after that.
The merciless scene caused deep trauma to all the men who witnessed it, and I am not proud to say that I was one of them.
There have been rumours circulating that the girls' master may be a m*******t.
“Hey! Somebody help me carry this idiot!!”
“Yes, yes.”
And this is where I and the guys I drink with come in.
This time it's only drooling and incontinent, but sometimes there was also defecation, or worse, disposal of the corpse and clean up afterwards. The wages are higher than if we took an intermediate common-level quest, so it's a job that most people don't want to do. But it is different in that there is no danger and that you don't get carried away and lose sight of your surroundings and make a fool of yourself as this guy did.
People call me 'dirty worker' or 'hyena,' but as someone who wants to live a moderate life in safety, I'll take the title in stride.
Besides, they know that if we are not there to do their dirty work for them, they will not do anything more than us.
However, I was grateful to the girls in my heart, as they had earned me a lot of money recently.
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[Kaisar's POV]
“Hmmm, so now the Adventurers' Guild is secretly overflowing with enthusiasm.”
As I listened to my brother's voice coming from the hallway, it seemed that slaves of a wealthy merchant who had purchased the mansion of a fallen nobleman were now attending the Adventurers' Guild.
I mean, the slave maids of the wealthy merchant who bought the mansion of the fallen aristocrat are my slaves…
'What are my slaves doing!?' I scream in my mind.
They did say they wanted to do something useful, so I had them make a guild card at random and registered them as a party, but I had no idea until just now that they had become so important.
The shock of learning this was so great that I wanted to clutch my head and scream. Meanwhile, my brother Gwen, who heard about the slave maids from the butler, looked as if he had found a toy.
“I like that. I'd like to own those slave maids. I wonder how beautiful they would be to be the talk of the town?”
Garbage.
This guy has always been good to the point. People around him have always said that he is an honour student and a good brother with a good personality, unlike me, but he hides the fact that he is even more garbage on the inside than I am. He just rubs it all in my face if no one is likely to find out.
And, of course, the people around me listened to my brother's side of the story rather than my denial, and I ended up being the bad guy.
Chapter end
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