Mushoku Tensei Spanish:Volume 04 Chapter 38

Esta traducción ha sido realizada a partir de la versión inglesa encontrada en esta misma página (enlace) realizada por Dark Kaito.

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Volumen 04 Capítulo 38 - Un Diablo en el Almacen

1ª Parte

La ciudad portuaria Puerto Santo tiene muchas similitudes con Puerto Brisa; ambas ciudades tienen varias pendientes y cuestas, además que toda la actividad se concentra principalmente en el puerto. Por ejemplo, el gremio de aventureros de ambas ciudades está más cerca del puerto que del propio centro de la ciudad.

Aunque en varios aspectos, la estampa es diferente; por ejemplo, los edificios de madera son más comunes que en Puerto Brisa, y, aunque no estoy seguro de si es para protegerla contra la brisa marina y su humedad, casi todos los edificios están pintados de tonos muy coloridos.

Por otra parte, hay varios árboles decorando las calles de la ciudad, fusionándose correctamente con los paisajes de bosque frondoso que se pueden observar en la lejanía.

Hay mucha claridad y verde en el paisaje, y más si lo comparamos con el continente demoniaco, cuyo color principal es del marrón rojizo del suelo de un tono mucho más apagado.

Solo separa estas 2 ciudados un tramo pequeño de mar, pero parece que estamos en un mundo totalmente distinto.... pero vamos, el continente Milis es como me lo imaginaba.

El físico de aquellos que pasean por la ciudad es bastante variado, pero no veo las razas demoniacas a las que estoy acostumbrado, sino más bien razas ferales, orejas puntiagudas (elfos), mineros de carbón (enanos), y los cuerpo de niño (hobbits); siguen siendo razas muy dispares, pero tienen un parecido más cercano al de la raza humana.

Bueno, lo primero que tenemos que hacer es buscar una posada, por lo que tenemos que ver cuánto dinero nos quedó.

El dinero con divisa del continente demoniaco que teníamos era 2 monedas verdes, 18 de hierro, 5 oxidadas, 3 de piedra; aunque lo cambiamos antes de cruzar el mar y nos quedamos con 3 Milis de Plata, 7 Gran Milis de cobre y 2 Milis de cobre.

Es todo lo que tenemos... es menos de lo que teníamos originariamente, pero había una tasa para aplicar el cambio de moneda. Además, si no fuéramos miembros del gremio de aventureros, nos habrían cobrado más por hacer el cambio, así que imagino que esta cantidad entra dentro de lo aceptable.

"Me gustaría que nuestra posada estuviera cerca del gremio de aventureros."

"Opino lo mismo, cuanto menos tiempo dediquemos a aceptar misiones, mejor."

Contando desde mañana, estaremos 1 semana en esta ciudad realizando misiones y mejorando la reputación de Dead End en la zona.

Por lo que he escuchado, Dead End no es un nombre muy extendido por el continente Milis, por lo que pronto no podremos aprovecharnos de la reputación del lugar para causar una impresión.

Pensando esto, nos disponemos a buscar una posada en las cercanías del gremio, pero por algún extraño fenómeno, todas las posadas cuyo precio no era excesivo no tenían ninguna habitacón libre.

Qué raro... es la primera vez que pasa esto.

En otras ocasiones hemos visto posadas llenas, pero nunca hasta el punto de que casi todas las posadas no tuvieran ni una habitación libre.

¿Habrá algún tipo de festival por la zona?

Cuando se me ocurrió esta idea, decidí preguntarle al posadero al respecto.

"Se acerca la época de lluvias; ese es el motivo de que la mayoría de posadas ya estarán repletas."

Parece que tenía razón.

La época de lluvias es un temporal que azota el Gran Bosque del continente Milis una vez al año, en el que durante 3 meses, lluvias torrenciales caen sin descanso, causando una inundación masiva por todo el bosque, bloqueando como es lógico las rutas y carreteras. Debido a esto, un gran número de personas reservan habitación en las posadas por largos periodos, consiguiendo así llenarlas.

Parece que por lo general, nadie quiere venir a esta zona durante esta época.

O eso pensaba, pero por lo visto, variantes específicas de monstruos debido a la época de lluvias acaban asaltando la ciudad con frecuencia, y los materiales que se obtienen de ellos se venden a buen precio. Por este motivo, muchos aventureros se alojan en la ciudad durante esta estación.

Vaya, es algo que nos podría beneficiar... si nos dedicamos estos 3 meses a ahorrar dinero, podríamos ganar suficiente para todo el viaje que tenemos por delante... y encima podríamos aprovechar para mejorar la fama de Ruijerd mientras. Con esos 2 aspectos bien asentados, el resto del viaje por el continente será muchísimo más sencillo.

Aunque esto me suena en parte al cuento de la lechera, no podemos permitirnos vender la piel del oso antes de cazarlo; no tenemos demasiada flexibilidad con nuestro actual presupuesto para encontrar posada, porque los lugares que todavía tienen habitaciones libres son bastante más caras o muchísimo peores de las que solemos utilizar.

No se puede gastar un dinero que todavía no tienes, por lo que las posadas excesivas no son una opción válida. Por lo que, visto lo visto, acabaríamos teniendo que vivir en zonas conflictivas, hablando claro, en los suburbios.

3 Gran Milis de cobre la noche para los 3, comidas a parte, no ofrecen nada a parte de dormir... no es barato, pero no es un mal lugar en el que dormir, ya hemos dormido en lugares peores que este en el continente demoniaco. Digo esto, pero tenemos que pensar que estaremos 3 meses alojándonos en este sitio, puede que nos interese más ir a un sitio más agradable...

"¡Vaya, esta posada no está mal!"

Aunque durante la mayoría de su vida, Eris haya sido casi como una princesa, parece que ya se ha olvidado de todo eso y no le importan ni el ambiente ni el servicio; es más, parece que el quejica soy yo.

"Si soy sincero, preferiría alojarme en un lugar un poco mejor."

"No seas niño chico, Ludeus."

Eres la menos indicada para decirme eso, Eris; aunque en esto soy más quisquilloso que tú. Todavía recuerdo hace muchíiiisimo tiempo, cuando la jovencita que me acompaña se quedaba dormida a pierna suelta en medio de un establo que olía a estiercol sobre un montón de paja. Recuerdo que no se despertó ni cuando le sobé las tetas... En esto es muy distinta a mí, que aun habiéndome reencarnado y decidido esforzarme por mejorar, sigo queriendo dormir en una cama cómoda y calentita...

Llegados a este punto, no me atrevo a ser egoista, por lo que aceptamos la posada. Cuando llegamos al cuarto, nos pusimos a recogerla mínimamente, y le pasé una corriente de aire caliente hecha de magia a través de las camas en las que dormiríamos para matar cualquier bicho que pudieran tener.

No soy muy quisquilloso con la higiene y el orden, es más, en general me considero desordenado, y estoy más a gusto dejando algunas cosas por medio; ¡PERO! en las posadas de este tipo, a menudo te puedes encontrar cosas que sus anteriores inquilinos se olvidaron, como por ejemplo, una moneda que acaba oculta debajo de la cama, o un anillo o similar que ha rodado a alguna esquina...

El dinero es dinero y el que lo encuentra se lo queda, ¿no te parece? Y cosas como anillos, a menudo acaban apareciendo misiones en el gremio para buscarlos, por lo que pagan dinero por encontrarlos. Por lo general es poquilla cosa, pero de vez en cuando dan una buena recompensa.

Y por estos motivos, cada vez que llegamos a una nueva habitación, la limpiamos a fondo, como pulsar botones mientras te mueves por el mapa para recoger objetos que no se ven a simple vista...

¿Dónde estás objeto perdido? Se que estás por aquí, no te escondas....... Nada.

Mientras buscaba por la habitación, Eris pidió al posadero un cubo con agua para hacer una limpieza básica del cuarto.

Tras terminar rápidamente, nos pusimos a hacerle el mantenimiento a nuestro equipamiento, terminando cuando el sol se estaba poniendo.

"Eris, ya va siendo hora de ir a por Ruijerd."

Nos ponemos en marcha, pero justo cuando vamos a salir, recuerdo que esta posada está en los suburbios, por lo que la seguridad está en entredicho.

Nuestra experiencia con una ocasión en la que nuestra posada estaba cerca de los suburbios del continente demoniaco, fue, que cuando salimos a realizar misiones, un ladrón se coló en nuestra habitación.

No hubo mucho problema, porque Ruijerd encontró el rastro del dragón, al que perseguimos hasta castigar severamente, pero los bienes robados ya habían sido vendidos a otras personas, por lo que no pudimos recuperarlos.

Tampoco es que dejáramos nada importante en la habitación, y en esta ocasión tampoco vamos a hacerlo, pero creo que es mejor si tomamos medidas para evitar que se repita.

"Mejor voy solo a por él, te dejo a cargo de nuestras cosas."

"¿Me quedo en la habitación? ¿No puedo ir contigo por algo concreto?"

"No no, tan solo es para que te asegures de que no nos roben ni nada similar."

"¿Pero qué más da? No es que vayamos a dejar nada de valor aquí."

¿Cómo es posible que a Eris le importe tan poco que nos roben? ¡Pero si tendremos problemas aunque nos roben solamente utensilios del día a día como mantas o ropa! No tenemos nada de libertad a la hora de gastar dinero actualmente. No tengo más remedio que darle un sermón sobre seguridad y tecnicas de prevención de crímenes.

"Escucha con anteción, nunca sabes cuando algún desalmado podría robarte tu último par de bragas limpias."

"¡Pero si el único que robaría algo así eres tú, Ludeus!"

Como pude, evitar dejar escapar sonido, para restarle importancia a su acusación.

Pero quiero que sepas algo, Eris; que quede claro que jamás en mi vida he robado bragas limpias.

2ª Parte

I was walking alone around the town at night.

It took me two hours of preaching to talk Eris down.

Crime prevention is really important after all.

Now then, even though the time to receive him was at night, there was no specific time mentioned.

It seemed like anytime would be fine after sunset and it seems like they would have continued to look after him for up to a few days as well.

Although, Ruijerd is currently being treated as a slave.

They should be looking after him at a minimum, but this past week Ruijerd might have received some cruel treatment.

He's most likely not eaten anything good as well.

Since that's the case he's most likely hungry.

When people are hungry they get angry as well.

If I don't hurry and go meet him then...

I moved to the wharf while holding Ruijerd's spear in one hand.

The place to receive smuggled goods, it seems the place to store them is skillfully hidden.

The end of the wharf.

There were four large warehouses made of wood lined up.

I entered in one that had "Warehouse #3" written on it.

Inside there was a single man minding his time as he cleaned the warehouse.

He had the most common hairstyle at the end of the century, Mohican.

I said to him, "Yo, Steve. Is Jen of the shore healthy?".

I said it just as the middle man told me to.

After looking at me the Mohican made a suspicious face.

"What's up boy, is there something you need?"

Well now, I wonder if I made a mistake with the password.

No that's not it, since I'm a child, he doesn't believe it.

"Under the orders of my master I've come to receive the cargo."

After saying that it seems the Mohican understood it.

He quietly nodded and said, "Follow me." as he walked further into the warehouse.

I silently followed after him into the warehouse.

Deep in the warehouse there was a large wooden box that could fit five people or so.

The Mohican took a torch out from in there and then started to move the box.

A stairway appeared from underneath the box.

After descending from the stairs there was a damp and humid cave.

The Mohican continued to move forward after setting fire to the torch.

I continued to follow him while being careful not to slip.

The cave continued for an hour.

After we left the cave we were in a forest.

It seems like were outside of the town.

After walking a little bit further from there, there was a large building surrounded by a large number of different trees.

It had an appearance different from a warehouse, it felt more like the villa of a rich person.

That should be the safekeeping place then.

I wonder if it gets attacked by monsters having this building built in the middle of the forest like this.

"I think you understand this, but don't say a word about this. If you speak of it then..."

"I understand."

I strongly nodded.

If I were to tell anyone about this place, they would certainly seek me out and kill me.

I already received that sort of explanation from the middle man over in Magic Continent.

If you're going to go to the extent of making verbal promises, then you might as well just have it written in a blood contract or something is what I was thinking.

I wonder why they don't do it.

Maybe there are races that don't have blood?

Well, both sides probably don't want to leave behind any sort of written traces of it.

Limiting the amount of evidence that is created.

Mohican knocked on the entrance.

Knockknockknockknock, knockknockknock.

There's most likely some sort of rule to this knocking method as well.

After a short wait, a man with grey hair wearing butler-like clothes appeared.

After looking at the Mohican and my face he shortly said, "Enter."

I went inside.

Right in front are stairs to the second floor. On the sides are two halls. There are doors on both the left and right.

If you were to directly describe it, it would be similar to the lobby of a mansion.

At the end of the lobby there was a round table, there were a number of not very good looking guys sitting there resting their elbows on it.

Somehow or other they look tense.

Then the grey haired butler looked down at me with a suspicious stare.

"Whose referral?"

"Ditts."

Ditts is the name of the middle man.

"Ditts, huh. In any case, to send such a young child, they must be a wary person."

"The goods being dealt with are what they are after all."

"That's right, quickly take it away. I'm afraid of the danger it poses."

After saying that the grey haired butler, took out a key-ring from his chest pocket, one of which he handed to the Mohican.

"It's room number 202."

Mohican silently nodded and started walking.

I followed along with that.

The creaking sound coming from the floor and something that sounded like moans coming from somewhere.

The smell of a beast occasionally wafted out from somewhere.

Suddenly there was a room that had iron bars, so I took a peek inside.

Inside there was a shining magic circle, in the center of it was a large beast sprawled out and chained to it.

It was dark so I couldn't tell really tell, but I've never seen such a beast even on the Magic Continent.

I wonder if it's some sort of animal from Milis Continent.

"Do you keep goods that you transfer from Milis Continent into Magic Continent here as well?"

"Yeah."

After suddenly asking that the Mohican responded.

I wonder if there's no need to keep it hidden.

The Mohican started to descend down some stairs.

Since it's 202 I thought it would be on the second floor, but it seems to be a cellar.

"A cellar, huh."

"Upstairs is a dummy."

It seems they kept things that wouldn't be trouble if they were found above ground.

And then, in the cellar they kept things that would have a heavy customs tax or that would be a crime to possess or transport.

"This is it."

Mohican stopped in front of a door with a plate saying 202.

Sitting in there was Ruijerd with a bit of green hair starting to grow out on his head with his hands tied up behind him.

As expected after a full week, he's starting to get a bit of a Marimo head.

"Sorry for the trouble."

The Mohican nodded to my words and stood at the entrance of the room.

For the time being I guess working as a lookout.

"Don't take off the handcuffs here. We don't want a Supard race going wild here after all."

The Mohican's face was a bit pale while saying that.

It seems even when in a buzz cut, the effect of the emerald green hair works.

If I were to simply take off the handcuffs and then listen to what Ruijerd has to say he would get even more afraid.

No-no, I won't behave like a small man that acts arrogantly through borrowed authority.

Now then, come to think of it where was it that I left the key.

After looking around in my pockets I couldn't find it anywhere.

I might have forgotten it at the inn.

It's too much of a pain so I'll just use magic to unlock them.

After I approached Ruijerd he was wearing a grim expression.

After all I wonder if it's because people get angry when they are hungry.

Wait just a bit, I'll quickly fill your stomach until it's full.

"Rudeus, lend me your ear."

Ruijerd quietly whispered.

"What is it?"

After I brought my face really close the Mohican started to panic.

"He..hey, stop it. He'll eat you alive."

It's fine.

If it's Ruijerd then he would chew gently.

Then while making an appropriate comment in my heart I brought my ear closer to Ruijerd.

"There are children captured."

I see.

"Children of the beast race. It seems like they were forcefully abducted. I could hear their crying voices from here."

"...I see."

Children. Slaves most likely.

Frankly speaking I don't really get how the slave system works in this world.

What is good and what is bad, there's no distinction between them.

Is it really in the slaves' best interests to save them here?

If it's a child who was troubled in their life and was sold by their parents, it would just be a bother to return them to their parents.

"I want to save them."

Even though I say that.

In regards to Ruijerd, children are important.

The circumstances have no relation to our traveling together.

That's unfortunate for you, smugglers.

To think you would abduct some children during the time Ruijerd is here.

"There's quite a few bodyguards within the building."

"I already know."

"Smugglers move as an organization."

"Are you against it?"

Ruijerd made a face as if he couldn't believe it.

A face as if I had betrayed him.

However, right now the ones doing the betraying is us.

"They properly did their job. Wouldn't this be considered betrayal?"

"I don't mind. If it's in order to save children, I will take on the dishonor of a traitor."

"The one taking on that dishonor is not just Ruijerd-san, but the Supard race."

"Mu... but... but you know?"

Don't make that sort of face.

I didn't say we wouldn't save them?

I did say it after all.

If you can't endure then just say it.

That we have the leeway to save some children.

I wouldn't go back on those words.

"If you want to quickly save them, it won't be good unless we can prevent information from leaking outside."

"Rudeus...!"

After hearing my words Ruijerd made a face filled with pride.

This time we'll let Ruijerd do as he likes.

He was held locked up for a week after all.

He must have quite the grudge built up.

Even though I say that, if even one manages to escape, a Supard race is raging, if that sort of information makes it to the smuggling organization.

Our names who were smuggling the Supard race, will be properly remembered by the smuggling organization.

For customers who betray a smuggling organization they'll hire well known assassins to send after them.

A cruel death awaits those who betray.

Is what the middle man said.

Something of the level of assassins aren't much as long as Ruijerd is here.

However, it's not comfortable knowing you can't sleep soundly.

There's no guarantee Ruijerd will always be with us as well.

Now then, how can we go about preventing information from leaking?

"If it's about that then you don't need to worry."

"Do you have some sort of plan?"

"Among all the people in this building I won't let even a single one go. It's a massacre."

Whew, as expected of Ruijerd.

Those are reliable words.

Certainly if you wipe them all out it solves the problem.

Although I wonder if it's just a bit hasty.

"Are they enemies you absolutely cannot forgive?"

"Yeah, to the point where my insides will boil at any moment."

Ruijerd is extremely angry.

What the, what in the world have you done smugglers.

"Do you mind if I ask what happened?"

"If you see the children you'll understand."

Even if you say I'll know if I see them.

"There is the option of coming back to save just the children after but..."

"According to the story I heard from them. They plan to put the children on a boat and move them to the Magic Continent tomorrow."

Then tomorrow is no good, huh.

However, to massacre them.

Massacring is just a bit.

There should be another method.

A smarter method we can use without killing.

"Rest easy, it's fine if you don't dirty your hands."

I stopped my movements after hearing those words.

"No..."

Ruijerd's words became a small thorn and stabbed my heart.

"I will...do it as well?"

Certainly.

I have avoided murder this past year.

I've killed many number of monsters.

I've even killed human looking monsters.

However, I've never murdered.

It's also partially because I had no reason to do it.

And that there were more reasons not to do it.

However, it's also true that I've never even thought about killing anyone.

This world is severe.

It's a world where people kill each other on a daily basis.

One day I will also most likely have to kill someone.

That sort of situation should happen one day.

I'm prepared for it.

I'm ready for it.

I had those sort of intentions.

Although, if you ask what I have to do, it's just adjusting the power on a rock bullet.

In order to make sure it's not strong enough to kill a person I lower it to a level that won't kill.

In the end, it seems I have some resistance to killing people.

I can say whatever I want, but I don't want to break the taboo of murder.

I haven't made the resolve at all.

And then, Ruijerd managed to guess this fact.

That's why he especially went to the point of saying that.

He's trying to save my peace of mind.

"Don't make that sort of face. Your two hands exist for the purpose of protecting Eris."

Well, I guess it's fine.

I won't overdo it and force myself to kill anyone.

For today I'll just go with borrowing his help.

If Ruijerd can manage things by himself, then I'll leave it to him.

I'm fine being incompetent.

I'll do the things I can do.

"I understand. Then, I'll go to release the children. Do you know where they are?"

"The second room away from here. There's seven."

"Understood. Please gather the corpses together somewhere. Afterwards I'll burn them all at once."

"Understood."

I silently removed the handcuffs on Ruijerd.

Ruijerd slowly stood up while cracking his shoulders.

"Wh...you! How did you remove the handcuffs?"

Panicking Mohican.

"It's fine. Since he will properly listen to what I say."

"Re...really?"

After hearing my words the Mohican made a bit of a relieved expression.

I handed Ruijerd his spear.

"Although, that doesn't mean that he isn't going to rampage."

"Eh?"

"It's a demon! Aaah, demonnnn!"

The Mohican became the first victim.

Ruijerd finished off the Mohican silently and ran towards to the stairs without making a sound.

I walked in the opposite direction.

I headed towards the room where the children were captive.

"Gyaaaa!"

"Su..Supard race! He's got no handcuffs on!"

"Shit! He's even carrying a spear!"

"It's a demon! Aaah, demonnnn!"

I started to hear voices from the first floor as I arrived at the door.

Tonight's Ruijerd is thirsting for blood.

Just joking.

Or rather.

The one who abducted them should have been a different person, so it's not like the smugglers are in the wrong here, right?

What's bad is just their luck.

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