Marlo ate calmly, while his most trusted aide carefully filled his cup halfway with blood, before filling it up again to the brim with rum.
The aide then stirred it, aced it on the table and stood by his side like a loyal butler would.
Marlo picked it up and slowly drank its contents emotionlessly.
"Ratcliffe.
What do you make of the situation?"
"My lord.
All this time, Nopline hasn't sent the regular batch to the slave auction island which is indeed bizarre.
The last batch of slaves arrived on the Island last year during the month of April.
And now, a new year has already begun and still, no slaves have been sent yet.
In fact, rather than saying that a new year has begun, it would be more accurate to say that the new year was about to end seeing that we are currently in the last week of August.
So for the past 16 months, nothing has been sent yet.
