Hearing the words "professional," Alberti frowned. Heaven and earth bear witness, silencing people by murder was not his specialty—his real job was apprehending criminals.
He wanted to defend himself, but considering that this was a critical moment, he could not afford to fuss over such minor details.
Alberti shook his head. "My Lord Count, the wind is very tight right now, and too many people are involved. It will be difficult for us to silence them without drawing outside attention."
That was inevitable. If one or two prisoners met with accidents, it could still be explained away. But if dozens of people suffered accidents at the same time, anyone would know something was wrong.
Killing people to silence them was not difficult. The key was how to handle the government's ensuing investigation afterward. The slightest trace exposed would cast them down from the clouds.
Hearing this answer, the atmosphere in the room grew even more stifling. No one knew who took the lead in lighting a cigar, but soon the secret chamber was wreathed in smoke.
Sensing that the mood was wrong, Sir Ledes suggested, "I've been to Alps Tarot Prison. The conditions inside are terrible, and every year, quite a few prisoners meet with accidents there.
"If we can settle the prison guards and manufacture an accident, so long as we keep our hands clean, there shouldn't be much of a problem."
Alberti shook his head. "You've never worked in the police system, so you don't understand its ways.
"A great many things can be uncovered as long as we want to investigate them. No matter how cleanly it is done, traces will always remain.
"Manufacturing an accident is easy, but how do we ensure we kill every single person we want dead in one go? What if some