A vast rain of arrows poured down, and Madam Ross's last few guards were shot dead as well. What was more, Arthur's personal guards deliberately meant to terrify Madam Ross. Though those guards had already been killed, they continued sending wave after wave of arrows down, shooting them until not even their corpses remained before laughing loudly and putting away their powerful bows and crossbows.
Madam Ross watched with an ashen face as her utterly loyal confidants were slaughtered. Her tall, slender body trembled violently. After a long while, she finally gritted her teeth and demanded, "Who betrayed me?"
Arthur waved a hand and said carelessly, "I already killed him for you, Madam, so there's no need to ask who it was. After all, how many people have ever traded with those lords in the Fourth Abyss?"
A sharp light flickered in Madam Ross's eyes for a moment, then she gave a miserable laugh. "So it was Old Bhikkhu. Good wine brings trouble!"
Arthur shot Madam Ross a surprised look, then nodded solemnly. "I greatly admire your wisdom, Madam. How did you know it was him?"
Madam Ross sighed softly. Among the confidants by her side, only the three eldest and most trustworthy elders of the family knew that she possessed detailed maps of the Third Abyss and Fourth Abyss. All three had been her father's most loyal brothers, men who had braved life and death alongside him. When Madam Ross had been young and had only just taken over the family business, they had also been the ones to support her and secure her position.
Old Bhikkhu was one of those three.
The fiercely loyal Old Bhikkhu was neither greedy for money nor fond of women. He dared to kill and dared to fight, and had been the foremost