Chapter 12

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Chapter 12 of "Regressor of the Fallen Family" begins revealing exciting developments: Chapter 12 Episode 12 Verification is complete. Welcome to Harun. Harun, the central estate reached by Kyle through... Don’t stop now!

Chapter 12 Episode 12 Verification is complete. Welcome to Harun. Harun, the central estate reached by Kyle through two days of horse riding. This place had thick double-layered gates in its outer walls, standing several tens of meters apart from each other. As a result, unlike when he first entered Kyle, Logan had to go through a double check despite showing his identity plaque. There were legitimate reasons for Haruns strict vigilance. Buzzing noises filled the air. A sea of people surged into view as soon as the inner gate opened. The bustling crowd was complex and peculiar in a different way than Kyle, especially since a significant number of them wore shackles on their limbs. Move it, you lot! Dont dawdle! Crack! Slaves scattered about, overseer guards wielding whips, and in between them strode individuals with formidable statures and grim expressions, armed with weapons. Although this was a starkly different sight from a typical estate, it was an all-too-natural scene here. Indeed Although it was his first visit in his current life, for Logan, this scene was all too familiar. Harun was the royal city directly managing the agriculture of the Grandia Plains, the largest granary in the central region. Originally just an agricultural estate, it gradually earned more peculiar nicknames as slaves to work the vast plains and mercenaries supervising them continued to pour in, beyond its initial intent. A city of slaves and mercenaries, or the human market. I first started my mercenary work here in a previous life. While the landscape of Harun was nostalgically fresh for Logan, much like in Kyle, he had many tasks ahead rather than reminiscing about his past life. Firstly The top priority was to find a craftsman capable of making the weapon he had used in his past life. But even before that I need to find an instructor. No, a guard now. The slave market, in the city, was a dangerous place to venture into alone. Even with Logans confidence in his own strength, he could unexpectedly get struck from behind. To avoid such nuisances, he needed a guard who could ease that burden. An instructor as well as a guard. Just the right person comes to mind, but is he here now? Logans steps, filled with the memories of his past life, led him down the streets he had trodden countless times before. Click. Hey, watch where youre going. What did you say? A street where those carrying swords or weapons greatly outnumbered the unarmed. Two burly men collided shoulders and glared at each other. Watch them eyes. You best watch your own back. But after a brief exchange of intimidating words, they turned away, avoiding the flash of dangerous stares from around them. In Haruns Second Famous Street, Mercenary Street, there was one unwritten rule. The first to draw a weapon gets lynched. Simple but effective, this rule maintained the law and order of this dangerous street. Amidst the unruly yet liberating atmosphere, Logan was drawn to a place where buildings adorned with swords and shields were clustered. The largest mercenary guild in the Grandia Kingdom, the Harun branch of Teynan. At a glance, the large first floor looked more than 100 pyeong [Approx. 330 m], bustling with noise loud enough to render the bell at the door pointless. A guild building crowded with people, hard to believe it was only one of three branches. Heres a mission to the southern region First come, first served for the rank B escort mission to the Empire! Got any missions heading east? Among the mission boards filled with various requests, the clients in a hurry vocalized theirs, and dozens of mercenaries gathered in front. Fortunately, Logan spotted his target among them. Bingo. It seemed luck was on his side today; he found his recruitment target in the third guild building. Had the target been away on a far-off mission, he might have considered looking for another mercenary, luckily, he had found the foremost on his recruitment list. Kai A grey-haired mercenary, engaged in idle chat with a guild staffer at the counter. He looked younger than Logan remembered, but the square, stoic face and formidable build were unmistakable. The emerald eyes and the scar on his cheek remained just as Logan had seen in his past life. Still the same No, this was his prime, indeed. Welcome~! What kind of slave are you looking to purchase? If you tell us your requirements Over here, young master! Come take a look! We supply slaves cheaper than anywhere! The main street of Harun. Large tents with wide-open entrances stretched along both sides of the thoroughfare, each containing slaves with ragged and dirty clothing, lined up under the watchful eyes of mercenaries. The first landmark of Harun, the slave market. Though not officially sanctioned, the tents started multiplying at some point with the tacit approval of the estates authorities. Eventually, it grew into the largest human market in the Grandia Kingdom, becoming such common sense to visit Haruns slave market to buy slaves that it became a widely accepted standard. And with that comes daily problems. The captured descendants of defeated enemies or serious criminals, refugees caught after fleeing taxes or labor, or those mired in unsolvable debt. Each had various backgrounds and dark gazes, which Logan encountered rapidly as he moved along. I dont think Ill ever get used to this. He had seen too many former citizens turn to slavery after the downfall of the kingdom in a past life. To Logan, both the supervisors and the slaves seemed no different equally pitiable. Regardless of his turbulent thoughts, the bustling crowd parted like a lie whenever he took a step. All thanks to Kai trailing right behind him. Even groups of thugs, who initially approached with ill intent thinking Logan was a naive youngster, quickly made a wide berth upon noticing his follower. Logans annoyance was greatly lessened, and with a satisfied smile, he arrived without trouble at his intended destination. A small, red tent with a closed entrance. These sorts of modest-sized tents were often seen in the corners of the slave market. Despite their small size, they were typically guarded by more escorts and mercenaries than the larger tents. In front of such a tent, a middle-aged man escorted by mercenaries casually spoke up. Young master. Do you know where you have come to? Ive come for a dwarf. Open up. Ah, you know your business well. Racial slaves are precious, thats why we have special management. This way, please come inside. At Logans words, the slave trader shifted his demeanor, and the red tent parted. Inside, encased behind sturdy iron bars, Logan could see slaves with traits slightly different from the rest. The first to catch his eye was a pair of pointed-eared beauties, whose attire could not dim their radiance. Despite their lifeless eyes suggesting surrender, they were seated powerlessly yet remained a vision of beauty. These elves were difficult to acquire. Have you seen elves elsewhere? As for these These were elves, known to retain their youth for centuries with virtually every individual surpassing the standard of human beauty, ensuring that they consistently ranked first amongst the preferences of slave purchasers. Hm Even Logan of his past life had caught only a few glimpses of the beautiful racial individuals. Even Kai, who had spent a long time in this place, seemed entranced, having seen elves infrequently, uttering impressed exclamations. The old man kept smiling and elaborating, but the actual buyer showed no interest. Enough. Bring out that slave there. Instead, Logan indicated a short and stocky slave nearby. Ah Yes, yes, you did mention a dwarf. Of course. Well have him brought out! The young man showed no response even with elven beauties in front of him, prompting the old man to grimace and signal the mercenaries. Observing him, Logan snickered internally. Sorry, old man, but impulse buys are a no-go. Especially for mere ornaments While elves were indeed highly sought-after, it was mostly due to their appearance. There was no reason for Logan, currently preoccupied with war, to pay them any attention. Logan had, in fact, much greater value placed on the dwarf slave who, by contrast, seemed even uglier next to them. Ergh, damn it. The dwarven slave, only reaching up to a humans waist, showed a surly attitude to the mercenaries trying to lift him, despite being shackled with chains as thick as his limbs seemed stubborn. See for yourself, the true dwarf appearance. He will be quite useful to you. Among the dwarven craftsmen, this one is a rare master-level artisan, strong and enduring A master-level!? Logans eyes widened instinctively. The old man wasnt lying; the dwarves were a race born with a knack for delicate craftsmanship, unfit for their thick fingers. From young to old age, they found meaning in life through crafting and perfecting artisanship. And among them, a master-level yet Logans need for a craftsman was surpassed by his expectations. Got it, how much? Interrupting the explanation, Logan was direct in his questioning, prompting the old man to hesitantly hold up two fingers. Haha, for a master-level, you must give at least 20 Tch. Do I look like a fool? Logan turned and walked away without hesitation upon hearing the old mans reply. The value of racial slaves may be high

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