Marian and Lammit were locked in the dungeon-Oak Manor had not only a dungeon, but also a fully equipped torture chamber, a room for torture implements, and more.
A few years earlier, it had even employed a full-time torturer.
However, the position had remained vacant since his death.
Thus, when Gilt was strung up in the torture chamber, only Maltz remained to guard him, while the old butler who had led them there stood outside.
After inspecting the dungeon, Arthur walked over to Maltz.
"Will there be trouble?"
The chief of the Shire District lowered his voice as he asked.
Maltz had worked with Arthur several times and naturally knew his style-holding the prisoners separately, conducting thorough inspections, and choosing a specialized room all told the chief of the Shire District that this was far from over.
Not to mention that Arthur had just sent Andy back in secret to report the situation and bring reinforcements.
"Yes!"
Arthur nodded, his gaze returning to the unconscious Gilt.
"That depends on whether our Gilt is smart enough."
"If he is, it'll be a minor problem."
"If he isn't, we'll have serious trouble."
"Also..."
"You'd better stand outside."
Arthur warned Maltz.
The chief of the Shire District immediately stepped out of the torture chamber and shut its door firmly behind him.
He even left only a narrow slit in the viewing hatch, making sure he could close it immediately if anything happened-leave the specialist work to the specialists. Maltz had always believed that.
Especially after experiencing those eerie incidents, the chief had absolute faith in Arthur's words.
Seeing Maltz's actions, the old butler grew even more uneasy.
"He wouldn't be that irrational, would he?"
The old butler asked hesitantly.
"Greed can devour reason-all I can hope now is that his greed didn't lead