The door slowly closed in the staggering footsteps of Morkan.
Isaac finally couldn't help but speak: "Brother-in-law... Someone like Ackman, the meat he swallows, he won't spit it out. Letting Morkan go... Isn't this sending him to his death?"
Louis lifted his feather pen, writing something on the letterhead of the Red Tide Emblem, his expression calm to the point of indifference: "Isaac, the first thing you need to learn is not to rely on the enemy's mercy.
I sent Morkan, not to have him retrieve the goods."
He paused his pen, letting the ink spread slightly in the air.
"From the moment those goods were taken, they were already gone."
Isaac was stunned.
Louis raised his eyes, his pupils as deep as the night of Northern Territory's midwinter: "What I truly want is a reason."
Then he turned his head to give orders: "Sako, go call Lambert over."
The Barbarian Race youth nodded and went out.
Isaac lifted his head slightly, seeming somewhat curious, but dared not ask too much.
