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Time ticked by, second after second.
Yet the corners of Jimte's mouth curled upward.
The Wandering Knight had suspected Barro Hamlet from very early on.
Not only because Jimte never trusted people easily, but also because he had seen in Barro Hamlet a shadow unique to people like them.
That elusive sense of concealment was like a venomous snake watching from the bushes.
He presented himself with a smile.
And the other man?
With stupidity, arrogance, and domineering behavior.
That act truly resembled Carral's.
And if he was like Carral...
Then Jimte had achieved his goal.
Last night, he had brought a group of watchers to Baron Singer's residence and used the baron's confidant to spread the news that "Lord Barro and Little Lion shared a lover"-Jimte believed that confidant was neither tight-lipped nor a man of unyielding resolve.
So the news had already gotten out.
By tonight.
No!
Perhaps by the afternoon, the news would have spread throughout the Inner Bay.
Jimte took a deep breath.
He had achieved his goal.
Now...
Time to run!
If he waited any longer, he would never get away.
"Baron Singer, I feel we could have an in-depth conversation, and for that conversation-I think we should move to another room.
"Your study smells rather strong."
Jimte glanced at Baron Singer's crotch.
It was soaking wet.
The smell was unbearably pungent.
Clearly, he had done more than just wet himself.
"Yes, of course."
Baron Singer nodded repeatedly.
Without any hesitation, the baron headed outside.
Although his arrogance made him seem rather stupid, Singh was no fool. He could hear the chance to survive in those words.
Without hesitation, the baron walked out.
As for Lord Barro?
He would survive the immediate crisis first. If he could not even survive now, what future would