Roy stood on the platform beside the main mast, smiling happily at the Imperial Merchant.
"Perfect. This merchant ship has been requisitioned by me from this moment onward. I intend to send the Half-Elves stranded in Castleton Harbour and on Pattington Island to Quay Island, so from now on, you need to prepare for the voyage over the next half month..."
Roy said to the Imperial Merchant.
The seemingly humble Imperial Merchant raised his head and stared at Roy.
"Boss Roy, this matter... isn't yours to decide."
The Imperial Merchant pointed at the other merchants behind him and continued.
"Any decision concerning this merchant ship requires the agreement of every merchant aboard. So it cannot currently put to sea as you wish, nor do you have the right to order us to do so."
By then, Roy had already seen some mercenary warriors emerge from the cabins. They wore Magic Inscription Constructs and came from all kinds of races: Imperials, dwarves, orcs, lizardfolk...
Mixed together, they somehow did not look out of place at all...
The mercenary warriors naturally radiated killing intent. Every mercenary was staring at Roy, their hands even resting on the weapons at their waists.
As the mercenaries emerged from the cabins, the Imperial Merchant straightened his back even further...
Roy continued asking, "So your crew is recruiting Half-Elves onto the ship. You Imperial Merchants are all in agreement on that now?"
The Imperial Merchant nodded, then seemed to realize that he should not state his position so casually and put on a stern expression.
Roy continued.
"But if these Half-Elves are to be sent to Quay Island, then all you Imperial Merchants must reach a consensus. If even one merchant disagrees, you will not allow the merchant ship to leave port. So... the Half-Elves aboard this