Late at night, outside the courtyard gates of 2 Kirk Street.
Lord Lissop's steward stood beside the carriage, gazing toward the mouth of the alley, the anxiety in his eyes almost tangible-
Young master, please be safe!
Those so-called covert guards really couldn't be trusted!
They'd been exposed and didn't even know it!
They caused the young master to suffer such humiliation!
Whenever the steward thought of what had happened in Earta Square, anxiety burned through him.
As far as he was concerned, his young master's plan could never have gone wrong!
So the fault could only lie with those newly recruited covert guards.
And whenever he thought of his young master being punished for someone else's mistakes, the old steward began to pray.
Inside the carriage, Lissop swept his gaze over his old steward. After a cold sneer inwardly, he closed his eyes and quietly considered matters.
Young Lissop's failure had not affected his plans.
On the contrary, it could make them proceed even more smoothly.
Perhaps this is heaven's compensation for me!
As Lissop thought this, his body shifted involuntarily with excitement.
He could hardly wait any longer.
Still, he knew he was not quite there yet.
He needed to wait patiently a little longer.
After that...
It would finally be time to savor the delicious fruits.
"My lord, that gentleman has returned!"
At the old steward's voice, Lissop immediately opened his eyes, pushed open the carriage door, and jumped down-even though he was old enough to be a grandfather in an ordinary family, he remained agile.
Likewise, Arthur spotted the robust old man at first glance.
An upright posture, a sharp gaze.
The man had an even stronger military air about him than Maltz.
And his manner of communication was just as direct-
"Good evening, Mr. Credos.