Glen Zenard was the guest residing in the Flaud Estate for the past couple of days. With his title as a Karuwiman Honorary Holy Knight, he had solved a couple of the Count’s concerns and was staying at the estate in return for his deeds. Furthermore, he was now helping them on a very important mission during his stay.

“So how was the Steelwall Estate?” Glen asked. His eyes shone greedily like a snake flicking his tongue in front of prey. However, it was gone in an instant—so quickly that even Klint, whose head worked especially well in corrupt and dirty matters, didn’t notice.

“There weren’t any signs of what we were looking for.”

“Is that so?” Glen said calmly, but inwardly, he was scowling. He thought, ‘Still not yet?’

It seemed like he needed to employ a few more subordinates, and after deciding this, Glen stopped paying attention to Klint. In the first place, Glen rarely gave attention to extras unless there was something he wanted from them, and these extras were nothing more than tools that made him shine brighter. Yet, what Klint said next attracted Glen’s attention again.

“The only special thing that happened was that...