Vol.6 Chapter 58: The slave house owner and his best customer

His hobby is observing life. Not his own life. The lives of complete strangers. Not just one life. As many lives as possible. Not ordinary lives. Lives that are unbelievably happy and cruelly funny. What particularly fascinates him are the turning points. Even in a long life spanning several decades, there are few moments when one can feel a turning point in one's own life. For example, when one becomes an adult, when one gets a job, when one falls seriously ill. For example, when one falls in love, when one gets married, when one has a child. For example, such moments. The profession he chose is that of a slave trader. It is a profession that allows him to closely observe the turning points in the lives of a wide variety of people, specifically when they become slaves and when they are sold. He became a slave trader to fully indulge in his hobby and rose to become the manager of a slave house. Despite being the head of one of the world's largest slave houses, he is involved in every aspect of buying and selling. It's no surprise that he enjoys observing others' lives more than anything else, but his obsession has become almost pathological. He simply watches as people are tossed about by fate and their value changes, smiling contentedly. For him, others' lives were his own. When you dedicate yourself to a single job for a long time, you acquire certain abilities. These are not the skills possessed only by talented individuals, but rather the crystallization of experience that anyone can develop. Just as a farmer can judge the condition of plants at a glance, or a musician can discern the quality of an instrument by the slightest difference in sound, he too possesses a keen eye. The discerning eye that a slave trader is supposed to have is the ability to judge the value of a slave. However, what he possesses is not the ability to assess the value of slaves as commodities, but rather the ability to gauge the value of the customers who seek to purchase them. It is the talent to discern the potential for arbitrarily manipulating others' lives. It is not because he understands the dignity of others that he actively engages with them and becomes involved in their lives. Rather, it is because he cannot comprehend the value of others that he easily reaches out and alters their lives. When one views the world through his unique eyes, the middle-aged man with dull green hair and clothes was the best talent.

He and the green-haired man met while transporting slaves purchased from a rural village. It was just a chance encounter, but he instantly sensed his special qualities and immediately approached him. For him, who could see through people's true nature, the other's appearance did not matter. Even if he was an unremarkable-looking old man. Even if he did not look like someone who could afford to buy slaves. His observation was spot-on. The green-haired man was trying to sell three girls whom anyone would deem highly valuable at a bargain price. At that moment, there was no hesitation in the green-haired man's words or actions. Unfortunately, the deal fell through, but this time, he demonstrated his abnormal nature as the buyer. He purchased all the slaves he had bought from the rural area without even inspecting them or haggling over the price. Later, he secretly watched as the man freed the slaves he had just purchased. Even for someone who had been a slave trader for years, this was an unprecedented sight. It was an act of madness, beyond comprehension. In other words, the green-haired man did not need the slaves, felt little sympathy for them, yet spent a fortune to buy them, only to discard them like broken toys. It was beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, but he didn't bother to try to understand the green-haired man. He watched with a smirk as those whose lives had been drastically altered by this man beyond the bounds of common sense. It was the best. The best life. Having been taken from their homeland and left in despair, they were now able to return home without any effort or loss. Those who had gone from farmers to slaves and then back to farmers were experiencing intense emotions of joy and sorrow. This is truly a turning point in life. The best turning point. What else could you call it? The green-haired man who easily carries out such kind and inhuman deeds is indeed the best. Yes, today is the best day. Because the green-haired man is coming to his store.