On the other side, Cedric, who had previously left with Count Ashford and reported the suspicious immigrant merchants, had finally arrived at the official logistics headquarters located in the capital of the Avandor Empire. As soon as he entered the building, which was quite grand for the era of the world he was now living in, an employee directed him toward a special interrogation room where Count Ashford was already waiting. There, in the middle of the room, he saw the leader of the merchant group who had fought him earlier, though only for a brief moment.
Just as expected, the logistics headquarters had not shown the man any mercy. He was now sitting hunched over, both hands bound behind his back. Cedric raised an eyebrow as he looked at what was happening before him. He had seen this kind of violence many times since he first arrived in this world in the past, yet for some reason, seeing the situation before him now felt strangely suffocating.
