Hearing Simon's words, Harvey Hayden stepped forward and began interrogating them with the Whip of Pain, quickly obtaining information about Backlund and their accomplices—or rather, the ones directing them.
However, the thieves had not seen what the masterminds actually looked like. They only knew that one of them looked like a man, wearing a hood and a face covering that concealed all facial and hair features.
Simon asked, "How did you evade our notice and sneak into my home to steal?"
With Harvey Hayden beside them, the thieves felt tremendous pressure, as though a whip capable of bringing endless pain had been raised high above them. If they did not tell the truth, it would come down on them.
"There was no need to deliberately avoid anyone!" one of the thieves said. "When we entered the Earl's Mansion, we didn't encounter a single person!"
The mercenaries exchanged glances. How was that possible? Could the Earl's Mansion really not have even a single guard on night watch?
Simon said coldly, "You're lying!"
Harvey Hayden immediately exerted even greater pressure on the thieves, and the Whip of Pain seemed ready to fall at any moment.
The thieves were already on the verge of a mental breakdown. They burst into tears, insisting that they had not lied.
Simon frowned deeply and waved a hand at Harvey Hayden.
Only then did Harvey Hayden spare the thieves.
Hobart had already understood. It was not that the Earl's Mansion lacked guards, but that the mastermind had cleverly bypassed every guard or deceived their senses.
These thieves had been completely used by someone. Even their theft was highly suspicious. No matter how bold they were, they could not possibly have been foolish enough to steal from Earl Vincent, whose finances were in excellent condition.
After the interrogation,