(Sorry, updates were interrupted for three weeks recently due to health reasons. I will keep writing this book until it is finished.)
Mulin stared at Roy, who wore a faint smile, and asked:
"So you intend to tell the other Imperial Merchants that you captured all these Imperial Merchants trafficking Half-Elves?"
Roy accepted a cup of Lemon Tea from the adjutant beside him and nodded in admission.
"I've already spread the news through legitimate Imperial Merchants sailing through the Mensa Strait. I expect acquaintances will keep coming to find me.
"The Gray Dwarves of the Northern Army Fleet will also use certain special means to let the Imperial Merchants know about this.
"Since the Gray Dwarves of the Northern Army Fleet once encouraged them to set their sights on the Half-Elves of the Elf Continent, this time I'll use the Northern Army Fleet's Gray Dwarves to make these Imperial Merchants obediently sail their ships back..."
It was the first time Mulin had seen such a forceful side of Roy. When it came to the trafficking of Half-Elves, Roy had never compromised...
"This time, I want every Imperial Merchant trading along the West Coast of the Eastern Continent to know that the Gray Dwarf Northern Army Fleet they rely on has already bowed to us. If they want to pay ransom for their freedom, they'll have to pay more..."
Besides Mulin and Captain Rodehart, Woods and several commanders from the Mine Guard Army were also in the captain's room, discussing the Gray Dwarves' southward migration route.
When they heard Roy say this, they all looked over in surprise...
In dealing with the Imperial Merchants, Roy had finally chosen to take a step back.
Mulin also breathed a sigh of relief.
She had personally rushed over from Plateau City to see Roy