It took a while and some veiled threats, but the meeting eventually ended, leaving Khan alone in the meeting room. Despite the sequence of relevant events, his mind had recovered, and his more focused, glowing gaze now rested on an intricate star map.
Clifford obviously didn't know everything. He simply couldn't. The man was a mere second-level warrior from a small pirate crew, and information was always priceless when it came to lawless environments.
However, Clifford had what Khan lacked. He had already obtained official information from his noble clearance and Nott Station, so he only needed the unofficial one, and Clifford delivered.
Khan's hunch had turned out to be correct. The illegal trade routes truly ended in Merth 290. He had obtained confirmation directly from a criminal who flew through them and also learned what stood on the other side.
