But he left those things alone. After all, he still needed them as bait.
Before twelve, Dubois arrived at 7 Rose Street with two young people, a man and a woman in their early twenties.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Sparrow."
The moment he stepped through the door, Dubois bowed again. "I've completed the task you assigned me."
"These are two high-quality slaves I selected with great care. They're healthy, quick on their feet, smart enough, and very obedient."
"She's Endili, from overseas. She voluntarily came to Intis with a colonial fleet, because being a slave in Trier is a much happier life than living in her homeland. So she bears us no resentment whatsoever. She even took the initiative to learn Intisian."
"She volunteered to be a slave?"
"Actually, she originally wanted to be a maid, but without any identification, she ultimately had no choice but to become a slave."
Endili looked very similar to the indigenous people Edward had seen in the Rhos Island. Her looks were unremarkable, but she still seemed to retain some youth and vitality, and her eyes were full of curiosity about the unknown. She really was rather different from those slaves.
"Greetings, honored master."
She hurried forward, about to kneel and pay her respects to Edward.
"Stay on your feet. I don't like people kneeling to me."
Dubois introduced the other one. "This is Aosain, an Intisian. He's been a slave since childhood and was sold back into the slave market after his previous master went bankrupt. He was fortunate. Although he was a slave in name, he wasn't really treated like one, so he doesn't harbor any resentment toward others either."
"Greetings, honored master." Aosain bowed deeply.
"Most slaves have tragic pasts. Poverty, war, or abduction forced them into slavery. So although they've all