Overall, Kaven Thomas's wedding was a grand affair. First, the union was witnessed by a deity in the church, and then everyone moved to Viscount Thomas's residence for a lavish banquet.
Viscount Thomas's banquet hall was enormous. Though the Viscount had fallen on hard times, he still had a respectable property to his name.
It looked luxurious, but it seemed to have gone without repairs for some time.
Nobles had their residences renovated every year, even when nothing needed fixing. If they skipped even a single year, the other nobles would know their finances were in poor shape.
For nobles who prized appearances, that was worse than death.
The nobles attending Kaven Thomas's wedding all knew the villa would soon be renovated, because the bride had brought a substantial dowry.
Sitting in a corner, Raphael quietly observed these impoverished nobles. He truly could not understand them. These pigs led such meaningless lives. Why did they even bother living?
Despite those thoughts, he let nothing show and offered Caven and his wife his sincere congratulations.
As the banquet drew to a close, Raphael took out his cigarette case and walked out of the hall.
Quite a few gentlemen had already gone outside to smoke, so Raphael's departure attracted no attention.
After smoking a cigarette, however, he did not immediately return. Instead, he slipped into hiding on his way to the washroom.
Viscount Thomas's poverty had done Raphael a great favor. The few bodyguards he employed lacked any real professional training and could do little more than intimidate ordinary people.
On top of that, the Viscount's residence was so large that there was practically no security to speak of.
This had allowed Raphael to hide a backpack here at his leisure two nights earlier. He quickly stripped off his formal clothes and