A few weeks had passed since the whole dark destruction incident; the town had stopped talking about it, but the king had not forgotten about it because investigations were still ongoing.

Richard finally contacted Elvis; he had to wait for weeks before he could do that because he had the feeling that his father might be watching him.

"I am sorry, master, for taking so long to report back to you," he said.

They were both currently in a bar; Richard wore a gray hoodie to prevent people from recognizing him.

"No, it's ok, so have you discovered something useful?" Elvis asked.

"Yes, my father seems worried about someone, so I did some digging and found that he also has private slave cells underground in our mansion where he keeps them; even the monarch doesn't know about it," Richard explained.

"Pfft….What!" Elvis spit his drink out of his mouth.

"Yes, master; although I know father sells slaves behind the king's back without taking them to the dark trade, I was shocked to find that he als