CLVI. Address Book

Meredith groggily opened her eyes. To treat her wounds, her armor had been removed, Mika had just stitched her up simply—the wound on her abdomen wasn't deep.

But the current scene was too bizarre. That despicable Pharmacist was treating Gawain and Weber, for reasons beyond imagination.

Lu, confined beneath a glass cup, was overjoyed to see her awake. It was great that everyone was fine, but who knew what this bunch from the Triad Gang were planning? Human trafficking maybe?

Meredith found her hands and feet bound with hemp rope, but she was too weak to struggle free.

"What do you mean by this?"

She had a very ominous premonition. She was quite well-known among the adventurers; it was not unthinkable that she might be sold off somewhere.

That man with the disfigured face just sat there silently. Her head throbbed with pain as she recalled the recent events and shuddered at the thought of such people becoming pirates—or joining the Aran Imperial Knights without any problems.