"I didn't lie to you."
Motan casually sheathed his dagger at his waist and took a bite of an apple, "If it weren't for me, the Marshall family would have silenced you long ago. Heh, don't make such a stupid face. I understand the main and side businesses of Duke Bafi Marshall pretty well. Yes, that's the one you're thinking of, slave trading, right? Peace of mind, peace of mind, this matter has been completely exposed."
Zack suppressed his shocked expression with all his might and turned his head to the side, "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Tsk, tsk, you're so shy."
Wiping his mouth with his sleeve, Motan languidly spoke, "In simple terms, some time ago, the emperor of our Violet Empire, along with all the dukes except the Grand Duke of Firepaw, plus a little girl, held several meetings in Sālāmù'ēn. Little Bafi's dirty deeds were exposed, and after some unsightly processes, he survived, but you were sold."
