Path of Light.

Chapter 925 924. Gulf of Aden

Three imperial merchant ships were intercepted by the Siren Raiders. The merchant ships are currently under the control of the mine guards, but all the imperial merchants on the ships remained silent. They did not give any explanation for the supplies on the ships, and neither admitted nor defended Roy's doubts.

Roy did not intend to let these three imperial merchant ships stay in this sea area, but to drift north with the ocean current.

These imperial merchant ships are not very fast...

If it moves with the fleet, it will inevitably affect the activity range of the magic airship.

The merchants on the imperial merchant ships did not admit that they were providing supplies to the slave ships, and Roy had no reason to seize the three imperial merchant ships.

There was no way to escort the merchant ship back to Kui Island.

On an imperial merchant ship, Roy and Woods personally went to the bottom hold of the merchant ship, which was filled with elf biscuits produced in the Evernight Forest, as well as some candied fruits, some canned nectar, etc. These foods were all elf foods that were easy to store for a long time, but these alone were not enough to convict these imperial merchants.

Roy wanted to find out from these imperial merchants the meeting point of these merchant ships and slave ships. As long as he could find out the meeting point, he could also track down the slave ships.

Otherwise, it would not be easy to find those slave trading ships in this vast ocean...

Roy took a large jar of nectar from the shelf, unscrewed the lid, and the inside was filled with sweet fragrance.

"These foods must be provided to those half-elves, but they refuse to speak, so we don't know where they trade with the slave ships." Roy said to Woods behind him.

Woods stretched out his finger, dipped a little nectar in the jar, put it in his mouth and tasted it.

He raised his eyebrows and said:

"Or we can talk to the mercenary group members first. They probably won't agree with the imperial merchants. We just need to make some promises to them, and maybe they will provide some useful information."

Captain Rodhart followed Roy and whispered:
"In my opinion, I'd hang them up and whip them to see if they'll talk."

Roy glanced at Rodhart, shook his head and said:
"We need evidence. Besides, we only suspect that they provided supplies to slave trading ships. We are not sure whether they did so... I need more detailed evidence."

"I have a solution, do you want to try it?"

Tiffany leaned against the door frame and said to Roy with her arms folded across her chest.

"What's the solution? Tell me what you want to say."

Roy tossed the honey pot to Woods and asked Miss Tiffany.

"Please ask Miss Olive for help. This kind of thing is not a problem at all for the Sirens..."

Miss Tiffany suggested to Roy.

After Miss Tiffany's reminder, Roy patted his forehead and remembered that the Sirens were good at "hypnosis". Once the businessmen fell into the dreams created by the Sirens, they would probably tell the truth soon.

……

A group of imperial merchants were locked up in a stuffy cabin. The air in the room was poorly circulated, filled with body odors and a lack of oxygen.

Nine imperial merchants sat against the wall, squinting their eyes and talking in low voices.

Some weak businessmen had trouble breathing and even began to wheeze...

"Will they just sink us into the sea and take our boat away from here?"

"Probably not. Although the rumored Boss Roy is a bit overbearing and always stands up for the half-blood elves, I don't think they will do anything to us without any evidence."

Another older businessman responded.

A young businessman estimated optimistically:
"Then we should just be patient. Maybe they won't find anything and will let us go..."

The older businessman said:
"I guess he will come to us to discuss the terms alone. Then we can have a good talk with him. For us, nothing is off-limits. If we can't agree on the price, we can give him a little more benefits."

The other businessmen remained silent, apparently acquiescing.

"We still have a chance to go home, right?"

The young businessman's words made the businessmen in the cabin look very unhappy.

A fat imperial merchant said while panting:
"What I am most worried about now is Frodin's men. Frodin will never betray us, but his men have no reason to help us keep the secret..."

"We don't have any secrets."

The older businessman immediately whispered something, and the cabin fell silent again.

……

In fact, the imperial crew on the merchant ship also revealed some information, but they knew only a limited amount. The crew even thought that the merchant ship would sail southwards next, bypassing the Silver Moon Elf Kingdom and heading for the Wood Elf Kingdom...

Olive asked ten Imperial crew members, and after being hypnotized, they all said almost the same thing.

Obviously, this is the answer in their mind...

The light in the room was dim. Olive was sitting cross-legged on the floor, her skirt spread out, completely covering her coiled snake tail.

She shook the bell in her hand in disappointment. As the crisp bell rang, the imperial crewman who was sitting opposite Olive was suddenly awakened. He looked around the room in confusion, but ignored Olive who was sitting opposite him.

Then, at the call of the half-elf guard, he got up and left the cabin.

In his memory, he just sat in this empty room for a short while and then left, and nothing else happened.

"No need to call those crew members anymore. They don't know anything. Bring a member of the mercenary group with you this time. I want to communicate with them."

Olive rubbed her temples with her fingers. Frequent use of mental power would cause headaches.

She opened a bottle of mental potion. Roy gave it to her to relieve her headache. It was quite effective, but the taste made Olive feel like she was drinking squid ink...

The half-elf guard soon brought over a member of the mercenary group. He was sitting on the floor with his hands tied behind his back, looking at Olive with clear eyes.

Olive was somewhat surprised that he could see through her concealment.

The mercenary group members looked at Olive intently and even asked her:

"Are you the prophet of the elves?"

Olive shook her head slightly, then said in Elvish, "I am not."

Then she blew a breath towards the mercenary member, and the breath was like a breeze blowing on his face, causing the mercenary member's hair to move slightly...

Olive smiled at the mercenary members.

In the eyes of the mercenaries, Olive's smile was like a flower that suddenly bloomed and attracted everyone's attention.

His eyes began to glaze over and he sat quietly on the floor.

Olive then said:

"Young human. Introduce yourself!" "I am Tirion, a first-class swordsman from the Freetown Mercenary Group. I am currently employed by the Silver Lion merchant ship, responsible for the security work on board..."

The mercenary swordsman Tirion began to speak. He spoke in great detail, basically answering every question Olive asked.

Olive's golden eyes flickered...

Sitting opposite her, the mercenary swordsman Tirion had a blank look in his eyes...

"Where are you from?"

"Luin Bay in the Lindon Province of the Green Empire."

"Why did you come all the way to the Elf Continent?"

"Because a plane war broke out in the Green Empire, this war involved all the great lords of the Green Empire. Many planes rich in magical herbs and magical minerals were invaded by the dark army of the Abyss. In our place, the prices of all magic-related goods are skyrocketing. We want the boss to make a fortune, so we partnered with a few businessmen to buy this ship."

"What kind of business have you been doing since you came to the Elf Continent?"

Tirion spoke haltingly:
"We have been purchasing magical herbs and are preparing to gather a ship full of them before returning to Roland Continent..."

"Then why are there no magical herbs in your ship's warehouse?"

"Because before arriving at Port Saint Margaret, the boss had already sold those magic herbs to other colleagues. We came to Port Saint Margaret to replenish some daily necessities and then send them to other ships."

As he spoke these words, Tirion's condition became more strained, and he even showed signs of waking up.

Olive hurriedly asked:
"Where is the meeting place?"

The expression on Tirion's face became more painful. He held his head with both hands and kept repeating:
"They agreed to meet somewhere... I don't know where. Where? Where?"

"Okay, you can rest now. You are too tired. Have a good sleep and you will forget all the discomfort when you wake up. Go to sleep! Sleep slowly!"

Olive hummed softly to lull Tirion to sleep.

The questions just now made Tirion a little confused. Tirion needed to rest quietly for a while before he could fully recover.

……

In the next room, Miss Tiffany, who had transformed into an elf, sat in front of a small table, looking at the half-elf woman opposite her who was wearing a thin skirt. It seemed that she was completely naked underneath her skirt, and the fabric was also very thin, showing off her body curves.

There is no such style of skirt in the elf world, it should be from the human world.

The half-elf woman held a cup of lemon tea with some fear and looked at Tiffany secretly.

Miss Tiffany tapped the table lightly with her wand, and the half-elf woman immediately retracted her gaze...

"How did you get on this Imperial merchant ship?"

Miss Tiffany asked, speaking fluent Elvish with the accent of the west coast of the Silvermoon elves.

"It was Frodin who brought me on board. He said that as long as I was willing to accompany him... he would give me some money and take me around the world to travel. I would live a life without worries about food and clothing, but I might have to live on the ship for the near future."

The half-elf woman seemed very honest.

She knew who was sitting opposite her, and she also knew Boss Roy.

But he never expected that he would become a prisoner in the hands of Boss Roy.

When the half-blood elf guards escorted her out of the cabin, there was a hint of contempt in their eyes...

"So you accepted his proposal and are willing to live this kind of life?"

Miss Tiffany asked again curiously.

"Yeah, life won't get any worse anyway."

"Has Mr. Frodin ever told you who the goods on the ship are for?" Miss Tiffany continued to ask.

The half-elf woman immediately shook her head and said:
"I don't know. I stay in the cabin all day and never hang out on deck..."

The half-elf woman even held her head in her hands and rested it on the table.

Miss Tiffany leaned over and whispered in her ear:
"You know what? We suspect a group of imperial merchants are involved in the trafficking of half-elves, so we traveled so far to look for clues. I hope to find those slave ships as soon as possible. If you help them conceal the trading location of the merchant ships, you are helping these human merchants persecute our compatriots."

The half-elf woman shuddered slightly, then said again:
"But I really don't know anything!"

Miss Tiffany spread her hands and said to the half-blood elf woman:
"Well, since you don't know anything, then take a good rest on the boat. I will take you off at the next port..."

The half-elf woman didn't expect that she could handle Miss Tiffany's questioning so easily, and finally find out the deadline for her freedom.

Obviously, his identity as a half-elf gave him great convenience...

When she stood up, the half-elf woman couldn't help but said:
"Are they really going to sell half-blood elves to Roland Continent? I mean those imperial merchants..."

Miss Tiffany went on to explain:

"These guys have recruited a large number of half-blood elves in various ports on the Elf Continent. They told the half-blood elves that they would send them to Boss Roy's Kui Island. However, in the past few months, Kui Island has not received any half-blood elves sent by the Empire merchants..."

"So you are a member of the Partington Plane Mine Guard?"

The half-elf woman stared at Miss Tiffany with surprise.

"That's right. Okay, you can go down and rest..."

Miss Tiffany seemed a little impatient, and she was about to ask a few more questions to the Imperials.

But the half-elf woman in front of her refused to step out of the cabin. She stared at Miss Tiffany hesitantly. Just as two half-elf guards came up and prepared to ask her to leave the cabin, the half-elf woman hurriedly said:

"Wait, he said this merchant ship will head to the Gulf of Aden next!"

The half-elf woman spoke quickly.

Miss Tiffany was slightly startled and repeated:

"Gulf of Aden?"

……

Sayer stood by the wall of the captain's room, holding a small wooden stick in his hand, pointing to a fjord in the middle of the Mensa Strait and saying:
"This is the so-called Gulf of Aden. Originally, there was a fortress built by orcs on the shore here. Unfortunately, this place was later occupied by the gray dwarves. Until now, the Gulf of Aden is still the port of the gray dwarves' northern fleet."

Roy and his group also stood in front of the nautical chart, staring at the small gap formed by the land on the nautical chart, and asked:

"Then do you know how many troops the Gray Dwarf's Northern Fleet has stationed in the Gulf of Aden?"

"In addition to the 100,000 gray dwarf warriors, there are also some logistical support personnel..."

(End of this chapter)