Backlund, West End, in Arnold's living room.
In the spacious living room, more than a dozen people sat or stood around, smoking cigarettes or cigars.
They had gathered the previous night to await news of Hobart's arrest, but events had far exceeded their expectations. No bodies had been found at Hobart's residence.
Those were two "corpses" Arnold had hired for 600 pounds! And Arnold's subordinate had personally watched them break into Hobart's residence. How had they simply vanished into thin air?
While Arnold and the others were still reeling, Hobart had hidden in a Security Company. Since that company had no real reputation, they had been about to force their way in when Mr. Kenneth arrived and stopped them.
By the time the sun rose, everyone was exhausted and sleepy, yet they had failed to come up with a better plan.
At that moment, Arnold's subordinate reported, "Hobart has gone to Viscount Glynt's estate."
Gusata said unhappily, "Arnold, why didn't you tell us earlier that Hobart knows nobles?"
In the current Loen Kingdom, the nobles were still the most powerful people.
Cold sweat nearly broke out on Arnold's forehead. "Guild Leader, I truly didn't know that!"
One of Arnold's friends spoke up in his defense. "Guild Leader, Viscount Glynt only inherited his title last year. Since his father died so suddenly, he didn't fully inherit Viscount Glynt the Elder's connections. He has never received any proper appointment and can only be considered a fallen noble."
Nobles nowadays fell into two categories: powerful nobles and fallen nobles.
The former were the people everyone present sought to curry favor with, while the latter were not so unattainable to this group of merchants.
Gusata glanced at the two men who had just spoken. "Don't you think that everything has gone very badly in