"No, but where did this person go?" Abel asked, looking back absentmindedly, but there was no sign of Cordell McNeil.
He was definitely nearby when they escaped from the One Shot.
Suddenly, Abel turned his gaze toward the slave trading area and saw a familiar silhouette freeing a prisoner. He was talking about the places where pretty girls were confined.
"Come out here, lady."
"Oh my! Are you a knight?"
"Yes. My name is Cordell McNeill of the Imperial Guard. And you, with your clear and pure eyes?"
"My name is Isabelle Pearson."
"Ah, as expected, you are of noble blood."
"My father was a baronet. He served as a supply officer in the Eastern War."
"Oh! A war hero. I'd really like to talk to you."
Even in this situation, Cordell only thought about women. As expected, his way of thinking was completely different from that of ordinary people.
Still, Abel didn't feel as offended as usual. It would be better to free the prisoners than to waste time.
