I Fell into the Game with Instant Kill

Chapter 57.1: Refrigon (2)

···Condition?

I put on a puzzled look. Was he trying to get some materials for alchemy research?

But what followed was unexpected.

“I want you to save someone.”

“···Save someone?”

“Do you know about Actipol’s slave gladiator in this city?”

I nodded. There’s no way I wouldn’t know.

But why asked that suddenly?

Gulpiro continued the conversation, exhaling cigarette smoke with a sigh.

“I’ve been quite close with one person since the time I settled in this city. A young guy named Van, who ran a small fruit stall. He hasn’t shown his face lately, so I found out he couldn’t pay off his debts to the city’s lenders and they picked him up.”

It was a rather random story, so I just blinked my eyes.

“They say he’s already sold as a slave to Actipol, and is about to compete in a match, but I hope the Seventh Lord can rescue him. I’m begging you.”

He was asking in a more polite tone than before.

I asked, scratching my chin.

“Does he have a bit of a debt to pay off?”

“I heard it was over 30 gold because of the interest. When I visited Actipol, the ransom had already doubled. So, I was thinking about whether I should make a proper potion so I can help the guy.”

I didn’t understand what this meant for a moment, but then I understood.

It meant that he was trying to pay the ransom for the man who was caught by making a potion. And then I came here.

…

I sighed inwardly.

Because I realized I had come to Gulpiro at an amazing time.

It looked like he’s running a shop by making just simple potions right now, but what if he makes and sells great potions?

Naturally, he had no choice but to attract the attention of those in power in this capital. And in the worst case, his identity could even be revealed.

It occurred to me that him not remaining here in the not-too-distant future and moved to the South Continent might have something to do with this incident.

Anyway, it’s not something too difficult.

Money was rotting in my pocket. A few dozen gold was not even a penny for me.

And even if it was something that money could not do, I could solve it with power.

If there’s only one thing that bothered me…

“Okay. Let me bring him right away.”

“Thank you.”

I readily answered.

And after talking with him a little more, I finished the conversation and left the store.

***

The Sixth Lord’s territory ruled by the Tyrant.

In particular, Mahea, the capital city, was a place full of various vices and corruption, as befitting his notoriety.

One of the most representative of them was the slave gladiator.

After returning to the inn, I went straight out again with Asher and headed west of the city.

I looked at the huge structure that was appearing in the distance, standing in the middle of the streets and buildings.

Actipol.

It was the name of that huge stadium that looked like the Colosseum.

A death game in which only the victors could survive, in which armed slave gladiators fight for their lives.

All around, knights and soldiers stood guard, and many passers-by were seen entering and leaving Actipol.

Even now, the match was in full swing, and loud cheers and boos from the crowd were resounding inside the stadium.

“Tsk.”

I clicked my tongue slightly.

Even in the game, the episodes related to Actipol had a dark storyline.

That was why I could clearly see how desperate the struggle was going on inside.

It was a world where the weight of life was infinitely light, especially in this city of Mahea.

To them, the desperate struggle of the slaves was just a moment’s entertainment, and it was only a means to win a lot by gambling.

I continued to walk.

The destination we were heading to now was not the stadium, but the slave prison building attached to it.

As Gulpiro said, the man named Van must be locked up there by now.

Let’s try to solve the problem with money.

What I was concerned about was if the other side kept trying to raise the ransom price, or if they said they wouldn’t sell him back at all.

In that case, it was enough to just press it with power, but this was also ambiguous.

If I revealed my identity as the Seventh Lord, of course, it would immediately reach the ears of the Tyrant in the Lord’s castle.

I wanted to avoid letting him know I was in this city. Maybe he would even come in person to meet me.

The reason I was wearing a robe like this now was because I was afraid that someone would recognize me. Because it was the Sixth Lord’s territory was just right next door to my territory.

Baltegger the Tyrant.

I thought about him for a moment.

There were a lot of words that could describe him, but to make it simple, he was;

Garbage, scumbag, tyrant, demon, monster, and many more…

He was the worst vampire in the world, acting only according to his own desires and enjoying the suffering of others more than anything else. That’s why the slave gladiator Actipol was built.

There were many villains in this RaSa universe, but if I had to pick the most primitively disgusting, it was the Tyrant.

“···”

Come to think of it, when I think about him, another character would come to mind.

In fact, the Tyrant was also a person to watch with more attention than the other Lords.

He’s just plain trash, so there’s no need to worry about it.

Even though he was a villain, as long as we were the same Lord, there was no harm in me.

There was only one reason.

Because he was deeply connected with one other important character in RaSa’s main story.

Flesh-headed Refrigon.