“Hmm… I’m sorry, but I’m not sure.”

However, Theo’s expectations were let down. Randolph had been active as a mercenary on the central continent for nearly a year, but he didn’t know anything about the secret ship.

Randolph was clearly disgruntled as he scarfed down his grilled fish. His stomach was empty after the two day pursuit, so he was replenishing his reserves.

Randolph chewed one more time before continuing to speak, “I certainly came to the central continent earlier than Young Master, but the scope of my activities wasn’t that wide. At best, I moved from the midwest to the center of the south? I never went close enough to the east to see the coastline.”

“... I see.”

“Well, even if I was active in the east, it is unlikely that I would know this information. Based on Belf’s story, it seems to be a pretty secretive ship.”

Randolph laughed as he drank his beer. He was right, a mercenary wasn’t often trusted...