"What are you talking about?"
Shak looked like a Sharkfolk, so most people still found him somewhat intimidating. At that moment, Tesoro stood between Shak and Stella, seeming to want to protect her.
"Was I not clear enough? You're escaped slaves. If you take a ship back to the Sabaody Archipelago from here, there's a good chance you'll be captured again.
"And I know a safer route and destination. If you're interested, I can take you there."
Even if they had not been sold yet, these slaves were still valuable merchandise in the eyes of the human traffickers.
They would not make a huge fuss over recapturing any particular person, since the cost far exceeded buying a new slave. But that did not mean they would ignore someone who showed up right in front of them.
"Why are you helping us?"
"Why? I hate slave traders. That's all. Don't judge people by their appearance. This is my work ID. I have a legitimate job."
[Piltover Deep-Sea Exploration Team.]
Shak held a specially made identification card in his hand. It was mainly used to deal with the Marines, and it had already been registered with them, so there would be no need to verify it with Oran's side in the future.
The relationship between fish-men and humans was still delicate. Most ordinary people were not exactly prejudiced; they simply never saw fish-men in their daily lives. Everything they knew about this deep-sea race came from the royal families where they lived.
The attitude of the local King could truly affect the people across a vast region.
What ordinary people felt toward fish-men was mostly fear.
"I've heard of Piltover."
"See? That's Mr. Oran's country. Cherish this opportunity. In a few years, it won't be so easy to get there."