Nillie awakened from her memories.
She had been immersed in the past, unaware of how much she had said or what forbidden things she might have spoken.
Earl Bailey and Lord White Poplar both worried about the descendants of the Sea Castle staying at the castle, which would not be favorable for future development.
Her identity was sensitive, and being a maid of the lord of the Sea Castle, they simply found a slave trader to sell them to lands a thousand miles away from the Sea Castle.
It generated revenue for them and also eliminated potential worries, killing two birds with one stone.
Humans always have to look forward.
No one would believe these people could traverse thousands of mountains and rivers with the identity of slaves and return to the Sea Castle.
These days, Nillie had been chopping wood and lighting fires at the campsite, her palms blistered, enduring the lecherous gaze of the stewards.
