A Human Trafficking Den

Evening, in a private room of an upscale Restaurant in the Hillston District.

Miles' expression was complicated, his eyes filled with guilt, as he murmured, "Raven, I'm so sorry, I almost killed you because of my actions!"

"Thank Goddess for protecting you; thankfully, you're alright."

Mr. Miles knows about the Manor? Uh, I remember now, it was mentioned in the Newspaper a few days ago— Lorry sighed wistfully, "Yes, looking back, I'm quite frightened. Who would have thought that Mr. Falk's servants would harbor such a ruthless murderer?"

"Luckily the Police arrived in time, otherwise—"

"It's just a pity about the others; I couldn't save them." As he spoke, he pointed to the Triangular Sacred Emblem on his chest, reassuring his neighbor, "Anyway, this has nothing to do with you."

Lorry paused slightly, then smiled and said, "So, Mr. Miles, you're planning to use this lavish meal to soothe my wounded heart?"

He was there because he had gone out in the afternoon to buy materials for making "Charm" and "General Knowledge" Charm. When he returned home, he saw Miles loitering at his doorstep. He learned that Miles was going to invite him to dinner, so he put his things down and gladly accepted the invitation.

Who doesn't like a free meal?

Well, speaking of which, it seems like it's been a long time since I've had a free meal at the Sugar Shooting Club —I can't let the free afternoon tea and ammo allowance go to waste!

The thought suddenly popped into Lorry's mind.

He immediately decided that he would set aside at least one day a week for shooting practice in the Future weeks.

Miles had been carefully observing Lorry's expression, and once he was sure that his neighbor didn't hold a grudge against him, he breathed a sigh of relief.

At this moment, upon hearing the question that followed, a look of fear appeared on his face, and he subconsciously swallowed a few times. "No, there are other reasons."

"I might be in big trouble. I'm planning to leave Backlund for a while and go stay with Lab in the countryside."

-- Lab was a former tenant of 64 Iris Street, Miles ' friend, and another unfortunate soul whose work was plagiarized by Alyosha.

Lorry swallowed a piece of pan-fried steak and said in a low voice, "Would you mind revealing the reason?"

He could tell that Mr. Miles, though somewhat flustered, didn't seem to want to get himself involved, so he added, "Maybe I can give you some advice?"

"Besides, you're the one who really caused trouble, not me. They can't possibly not find you and then take their anger out on me."

Upon hearing this, Miles fell silent, a conflicted look flashing in his eyes.

Half a minute later, he glanced back at the door of the private room to make sure it was tightly closed before lowering his voice and saying, "Today I went to the Harbor Borough to collect material on the unloading workers, but somehow I got lost and ended up in a very secluded warehouse where I heard strange noises."

Out of curiosity, I peeked inside through the door.

"The result, the result!"

Miles recalled the scene, his tone suddenly becoming urgent. "I saw many iron cages, all filled with people!"

"There were elderly people, children, middle-aged workers in their thirties and forties, and young girls in their prime. The guards took turns abusing them."

"This is the sound I heard at the very beginning—"

The elderly, children, middle-aged people, and teenage girls—it sounds like a place where they are concentrated in one place. The first three may have been recruited as laborers or brought in through abduction or deception, while the latter are most likely kidnapped.

Lorry's gaze gradually turned serious, and he said in a deep voice, "If it's just like that, it should be fine, as long as they don't find you."

"Cough!"

Miles coughed twice and whispered, "There were also people being whipped while suspended in mid-air, covered in bruises and gruesome wounds. I couldn't help but scream out of fear."

"I realized something was wrong and immediately turned and ran towards the crowd. They probably had to put their pants back on, so they didn't catch up with me."

"But I have a feeling—someone of them must have seen my face."

Lorry was stunned and speechless.

Uh, gathering material again— Mr. Miles, didn't you learn anything from your last experience?

And I've already warned you not to do anything like that again—but you went and spied in those kinds of places, and got caught red-handed—

Huh? Wait a minute.

Why do Horror Novel collect material about unloading workers?

He thought this way, and that's why he asked the question.

Miles looked somewhat embarrassed, his tone unsteady. "Well, Alyosha's case is closed now, so I'm planning to go back to Mystery novels."

Oh, I see. Your Horror Novel flopped. — Lorry nodded to himself, starting to think about how to get involved in this.

Taking care of this neighbor who has been a great help to me is one aspect.

On the other hand, it's also for my own sake.

He suspected that the warehouse was related to the Missing Persons case he had been assigned to, and if he could find anything useful, he would receive a considerable amount of Merit.

Although MI9 on the "Marauder's " subsequent Potion Formula have gone cold, it doesn't mean they've become worthless.

At the very least, you can exchange them for Mystical Item or Charm.

Their quality is undoubtedly far superior to that of ordinary Beyonder Gathering.

After a moment of silence, Lorry slowly spoke, "I don't think leaving Backlund is a good choice."

"At least this is the capital of Loen, with a Police department, Military, and Three Great Churches. Even if those people know your face, they certainly won't dare to be too ostentatious."

"If they come with you to the countryside—"

Glug!

Miles swallowed hard and muttered, "What should I do?"

"Of course, we'll eat first," Lorry said, tapping the table with a laugh. "Then we'll find Inn in the safest West Borough to hide in for a few days."

"If they can't find Iris Street, it means there's no follow-up to this matter—they'll most likely move to another location to prevent you from reporting them."

"If they come looking for you, it means they don't intend to let you off the hook. I'll secretly memorize their faces, and you can report them to the police or the church."

Miles asked in a dazed tone, "Then why didn't you call the police from the beginning?"

"Of course, this is just a pretext. I need to keep you calm while I conduct a thorough investigation myself." Lorry coughed lightly, his expression unchanged. "Of course, because we currently have no evidence."

"We don't know what they look like, nor do we know their new hideout location."

Miles considered for half a minute, then nodded emphatically. "You're right, Raven."

"As expected of a newly Bestselling Author with just one book, your meticulous thinking makes me feel that it's a waste of your talent if you don't write Mystery novels!"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but raise his hand to yawn, and asked in confusion, "Strange, why am I suddenly sleepy?"