920. Ivens
What Roy got from Viesel was a list of Imperial Merchant ships entering St. Margaret Port. Unfortunately, aside from the ships' names and the captains' information, the list contained no further details.
Roy had originally intended to use the list to screen for Imperial Merchants involved in the slave trade.
Now it seemed this list could not provide Roy with any more information.
The Imperial Merchants had grown smarter as well. Those Imperial Merchant ships transporting Half-Elves simply did not dock at port.
These Imperial Merchants chose ships with clean records to dock and purchase supplies, then replenished those slave ships...
Roy held the list in his hand and let out a soft sigh.
Seeing that Roy was not in high spirits, Moira moved closer and quietly sat beside him. Roy seemed to be trying to memorize the list on the Parchment Scroll, while Moira lounged like a lazy orange cat on the other side of the small desk, gazing at the sea outside the window.
Roy stuffed the Parchment Scroll into his belt pouch, then turned to the already drowsy Moira and asked:
"Want to go out for a stroll later? I'm planning to meet with someone from the Adventurers Guild."
Moira looked at the sky, which was about to go completely dark, rubbed her rosy cheeks, and answered without hesitation:
"Sure!"
Sabrina was leaning against the headboard at the time, a thin blanket draped over her body and a book in her hands...
"Sabrina, want to come along? We rarely get the chance to visit St. Margaret Port. If we don't look around now, who knows when we'll be back."
Roy asked Sabrina, who was wearing a nightgown.
Sabrina did not even raise her eyes before decisively rejecting Roy's suggestion:
"Don't feel like moving."
Moira nimbly