These Half-Elves had been brought to the Mensa Strait by Imperial Merchants, yet they still believed the Imperial Merchants would send them to Kui Island. The journey was merely a little longer, and the merchant ship had to sail for a few more days at sea...
Normally, everyone was crammed into the cabins, with only brief periods in the morning and afternoon to come out for some air.
The Half-Elves knew that the ship was almost entirely filled with their kin, but the Half-Elves living in the cabins on different decks had barely interacted with one another.
They believed the Imperial Merchants would take them to Kui Island, and the topic most often discussed in the cabins was how they would be able to live freely once they arrived...
Now, the Half-Elves aboard the ship finally understood that they had been deceived by the Imperial Merchants.
They stood on the deck in confusion. The young human before them called himself Boss Roy, and behind him followed a large group of Half-Elf Warriors.
The Half-Elf Warriors, dressed in silver armor, looked at them as though they were idiots.
The Half-Elves aboard the ship could only pretend not to notice and avoid their gazes...
"Did none of you ever suspect these Imperial people?"
Roy stood at the bow, looking at the densely packed Half-Elves on the deck, and felt a headache coming on.
These people were the type who would help count the money after being sold...
The Half-Elf standing at the front looked embarrassed.
One Half-Elf said to Roy:
"I did think about it, but they provided us with water and food. They also said Boss Roy would cover all these expenses in the future, so we didn't have too many concerns..."
Hearing that, Roy was so furious his nose nearly