The Small Earl's expression grew somewhat subtle. When Lin Qi asked when the nobles planned to make their move, his hands instinctively folded together and rested on his knees.
His face still wore an expression that seemed to say, I'm so fucking embarrassed to even say it. Then his hands separated again and settled somewhat uneasily at his sides. He looked a little awkward.
Lin Qi watched him, and in the end, he had no choice but to briefly explain what had happened here.
"There are still some problems left to resolve on the Privy Council's side. I heard they're planning to make their move sometime in the first quarter of next year, but some people say it'll be in the first month of next year. Others say it'll be on the first day. I'm not really sure either."
Lin Qi didn't find it surprising that Mr. Truman hadn't been able to obtain more detailed intelligence. He wasn't in the intelligence business, after all, so he didn't know much about many of the more confidential matters.
The Small Earl was a noble himself, and a relatively important member at that. He knew more about the situation than Mr. Truman or the Federation's agents did.
Lin Qi was somewhat surprised. "Is there something I don't know?"
The Small Earl smiled. "There's no need for me to tell you. You'll find out soon enough!"
News of Lin Qi's arrival in Gefra quickly spread among certain interested parties. By the time he reached the imperial capital, the New Nobles had already held a grand ball to welcome him!
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