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Was it enough?
It was!
How could it possibly not be?
In fact, it far exceeded his expectations.
Pistrie Hamlet could not keep a bitter smile off his face.
The Old Lion's youngest son had thought Arthur might have made arrangements in Inner Bay, but those arrangements would amount to a shop in a somewhat less prosperous part of Kilger Harbor. Its owner would answer to Arthur, while everyone else would be hired workers who knew nothing of the details.
In fact, that was how most people did it.
Why were there so many Secret Police in Inner Bay?
Aside from Greisa's desire to earn his father's praise, it was because far too many spies lurked in Inner Bay. Even the friend drinking and chatting with you might have another identity.
Even married couples sharing a bed might both have extraordinary identities.
Taking things a step further meant controlling a group of gang members who frequented the Harbor District and building a gang of one's own.
Getting that far was already quite an achievement.
It required enormous amounts of time, effort, and money.
Yet all of it still remained under the surveillance of the Secret Police.
Or rather...
Greisa allowed it.
"An enemy you can see is no enemy at all."
Greisa had said that more than once.
The Old Lion's youngest son did not like his arrogant older brother.
But he had to admit that his brother made a great deal of sense.
Only...
Even Greisa probably would never have imagined that the people in the Death Poetry Society, whom he relied on as his trusted supporters, actually belonged to Arthur.
What a pity Greisa's already dead!
Otherwise, his expression would have been quite a sight!
Thinking of his dead older brother, the Old Lion's youngest son sighed