ROME
Rome replayed the prisoner's confession as he crossed the courtyard into the path leading to the Royal quarters.
The slave trade seemed to thrive better than it did before its abolishment. The laws that he set had not been effective in curbing the slave traders. It would be no use attacking or raiding the auction house without any insider information. Actions like that had never achieved anything other than slowing their activities for a few days. He would need to study the workings of the auction house before striking.
"Your Majesty." Someone called from behind him as he turned into the hallway housing his chambers.
He turned around to see his physician coming to meet him from the opposite hallway.
"Noel.”
Just the person he needed to see.
"Your Majesty." Noel greeted, bowing
