"So, what exactly is the matter, Hilveld?"
Fang Hong looked at Elisa, then at Hilveld. Fortunately, he was already accustomed to Miss Nightingale's various subtle metaphors and occasional gossip.
After steadying his mind, he decided it would be wise to take charge of the conversation himself. This was an experience he learned from many bloody lessons—it's best not to follow the other party's train of thought—otherwise, one might fall into some kind of linguistic trap.
So he turned back and directly asked.
To his wisdom, Hilveld merely smiled slightly and replied, "That old gentleman wants to see us, or more precisely, he wants to see you again, Lord Captain."
"What do you mean?"
"It's Mr. Alfan, Lord Captain, the old scholar who escaped from the hands of the slave traders."
Fang Hong was taken aback for a moment before recalling who the other party was.
Hilveld added, "It's a message conveyed by Mr. Achilles."
