"Who intercepted them?" Hearing this, the noblewoman paused slightly, a cigarette held between her fingertips as she asked slowly.
"I still don't know who did it," the man said sincerely. "These people are very well hidden. They basically don't procure supplies through the major drifter camps, and they launched the attack when the caravan was close to Aines. The caravan transporting the bodies was caught completely off guard, and in the end, all the bodies were taken."
"Any other intelligence?" The noblewoman brought the cigarette to her lips and asked softly.
"There's no more precise intelligence," the man said in a low voice. "But based on some information I received, the attackers who intercepted the bodies fled south with them. Given the current situation, the only place in the south that might be interested in those bodies is Dawn City."
"You think the interceptors were arranged by Dawn City," the noblewoman asked slowly, "to seize the bodies of those who were killed?"
"I don't know about that." The man shook his head. "But those demonstrations against the conglomerate lords started because of Dawn City. It would be normal for them to have some connection to Dawn City."
"I asked every information broker in all of Aines, and none of them knew about this." The noblewoman removed her cigarette and exhaled a puff of smoke. Faint dawn light shone over her delicately made-up brows and eyes. "How is your information so detailed?"
"Madam," the man said with a smile, taking a step back, "we intelligence people all have our own sources, more or less. Trading intelligence is fine, but asking about the source breaks the rules."
"I heard you owe eight hundred thousand in gambling debts this time." The noblewoman took another hardware wallet from her pocket. "There's three hundred thousand