"Yes, Black Emperor."
After hearing Watson's voice, Elven, sitting in the last row on the left, immediately stood up and talked about what she had done in the past week.
Unlike others, Elven did not sit on a chair. Instead, she sat on a shining angelic unicorn. Ever since Watson had given her that magical beast a week ago, she had always kept it by her side. Perhaps it was to show off.
"First of all, you forbade us from capturing slaves and selling them. You also forbade us from abusing them. Now, I have gotten those slaves properly settled. A batch of people who chose to leave has been sent out of the royal city. The rest have chosen to join us under the generous conditions that you have given us! Over the past week, more than 100,000 slaves have chosen to join us. One-tenth of them are gold-tier, while the rest are iron to silver-tier."
