In theory, this commission seemed nearly impossible to complete.
Ansel had scoured the human traffickers' den without finding any trace of the client's son. The boy was either a lifeless corpse in the sewers of the lower city or already sold off as a slave elsewhere.
Of course, for Ansel, locating the target was merely a matter of will, but such an approach did not align with the demeanor of an adventurer.
"Is this the place?"
Standing before the mold-ridden old wooden door, the adventurer, accompanied by his servant, looked out of place in the squalid surroundings.
"You obviously have something connected to him," Ravenna snapped, kicking Ansel's arm in frustration. "Why make me waste my precious time and energy on a wild goose chase? My time is valuable, Ansel."
"I recall a certain lovely lady telling me she needed to learn to make changes."
