Lord Drusus POV

  “What should we do, Lord Drusus?” the armored man asked.

  I pondered his question. My subordinate had told me about the masked man that had taken the elf slaves, even after knowing I wanted them.

  “When did they leave?” I asked.

  “They have a lead of about half a day, my lord.” he said respectfully.

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  “Why didn’t you report this to me sooner?” I said with my teeth clenched.

  My subordinate could hear the anger in my voice, and hurriedly said, “I apologize my lord, but we were held up with a few issues in the merchant’s ring.”

  I thought about how I wanted to deal with this situation for a minute. “Send a few men on horseback to retrieve the slaves. Have them bring 2 extra horses to transport the slaves once they acquire them.”

  “And their owners?”

  I narrowed my eyes. “Dispose of them.”