At the guard's answer, Anvis nodded.
"Very well, Jom, Your Excellency. Do you remember the Elf mercenary I ordered you to bring to see me some time ago?"
Jom frowned slightly, quickly searching his memories from the past half month for anything related to an Elf mercenary.
But in the end, he found nothing—
"My apologies, Anvis, Your Excellency. Over the past half month, you did not order me to bring anyone to see you."
Natives' memories had been erased? Was this the effect of so-called Delete Archive? Anvis was secretly alarmed, but his expression remained unchanged.
"Then do you remember why you went to the family's underground branch in the Royal Capital several days ago?"
"Several days ago, you dispatched me to the underground branch in the Royal Capital. But you assigned me no task, only ordered me to stand guard at the entrance for some time."
Looking at Anvis with some confusion, Jom explained.
"Good. I understand. That will be all."
Nodding knowingly, Anvis maintained a calm expression as he saw the guards out.
Then, he rang the magic bell again. A somewhat nervous red-haired young man in an Olivenndi Merchant Guild uniform entered.
He was an ordinary front-desk employee of the Family Chamber of Commerce, named Dixie.
Several days earlier, Anvis had specifically reassigned him and ordered him to handle transactions with the Last Dragonborn.
"Dixie, the Elf customer I had you receive several days ago bought twenty bottles of Medium Recovery Potion, ten bottles of Standard Mana Potion, and one bottle of High Mana Potion from you.
"And he sold you all kinds of miscellaneous items, including Old Leather Boots, Bloodstained Armor, Black Magic Book, Kalodar Sword, Bar Maid Outfit, Emerald Ring, Pearl Necklace, and more."
"I specifically instructed you that no matter what he sold