When you wanted to learn more, you should never stare at someone's forehead.
That sense of scrutiny only worked on the weak. Most of the time, it would backfire, angering the other person or putting them on guard.
Nor should you look into their eyes.
Because the moment you saw the emotions in their eyes, your own emotions would be exposed as well.
But Arthur, whose [Bluff] had reached Lv5, needed none of these precautions. He could handle such problems with ease, adjusting his gaze and expression accordingly. Even a little cooperation could produce unexpected results.
Still, he chose the safest approach.
Let Malinda guess, and let her do the talking.
Indeed, upon hearing Arthur's words, the lady first froze, then frowned.
"You want revenge?
No!
You know that's impossible, so-
You want to reclaim the Black Cat Faction's legacy?"
Malinda's words carried a questioning tone, but as Arthur remained silent, she began speaking faster.
"The ones who divided up the Black Cat Faction's legacy back then were the Old Lion of the Inner Bay, the Blood Marquis, Marquis West Berlin, Marquis Einhaas, Count Bette, and the Count of South Los. Apart from the Blood Marquis, whose family has already been wiped out, the power of those remaining noble families is absolutely beyond anything you can imagine!"
Listening to her, Arthur silently committed the information to memory, but turned to look at her as though she were an idiot.
Given the lady's cunning, Arthur felt he ought to verify it further.
At first, she looked utterly bewildered.
After about three or four seconds, she spread her hands.
"All right!"
"I lied. Marquis West Berlin and Marquis Einhaas weren't involved. The ones involved were Viscount Rudd and Baron Novia!"
Faced with Malinda's frank admission, Arthur sighed.
"I thought we were friends."