Mr. Turner felt he could no longer tolerate the situation.
With a stern face, he asked, "Is this really what the city lord wants?"
The steward sneered, thinking that even if it wasn't the city lord's direct order, once the city lord saw these weapons, he would certainly agree.
In the end, the steward would get what he wanted.
The steward said, "I'll go have the city lord brought over right now."
However, despite sending someone to fetch them, neither the city lord nor Saradin arrived, even after a long wait.
The steward waited for a long time, but Viscount Hereford never showed up, and even the person he sent to fetch him didn't return.
This made him a bit anxious.
Why is today different from usual?
Normally, Viscount Hereford would enjoy moments like these.
Viscount Hereford and the steward usually worked well together, using this method to squeeze some profit from merchants.
Knowing the viscount's personality, it seemed unlikely he would miss such an opportunity.
Why is there no word from the viscount today?
Could he be tied up with something?
The steward, who had been so confident earlier, began to lose his nerve after waiting for so long with no response.
Under the watchful eyes of Mr. Turner, he started to feel uneasy.
Seeing this, Mr. Turner realized that something must have gone wrong with the steward's plan.
He said in a deep voice, "It seems the viscount is too busy to deal with you today. You should leave."
Without his usual backup, the steward felt afraid.
He forced himself to respond, "If the viscount is busy today, then I'll come back another time."
Before leaving, the steward couldn't help but cast a longing glance at the cart full of weapons in Mr. Turner's possession.
If even he was beaten up, who else could save the city?
Viscount Hereford was so worried about his own life that he didn't notice the change in Saradin's expression.
Seeing that Saradin wasn't saying a word, Viscount Hereford had no choice but to instruct his people to take good care of Saradin before leaving the room himself.
Viscount Hereford came out and saw his steward waiting outside.
The steward quickly approached him, rubbing his hands together, and said eagerly, "Viscount, you won't believe what I saw at the black market."
Viscount Hereford rubbed his forehead, overwhelmed by everything that had happened that day.
He wasn't interested in hearing what the steward had to say.
But the steward continued excitedly, "Mr. Turner at the black market got a special shipment today. The weapons are of excellent quality, definitely something you'd like, but that guy doesn't seem to have the sense to offer any of them to you as a tribute."
Listening to the steward's chatter, Viscount Hereford felt a headache coming on and waved his hand impatiently, saying, "Just let me have some peace!"
The steward was stunned.
This reaction was different from what he expected.
Normally, Viscount Hereford would have asked him to lead the way to see if the goods were really as amazing as described.
But today, the steward missed a crucial detail—he hadn't noticed the change in Viscount Hereford's expression.
If an intermediate-level Warlock like Saradin could get beaten up, it meant someone could sneak into Lindblum City and kill him, the city's lord.
With his own life at risk, Viscount Hereford had no interest in anything else.
Finally, the steward noticed his expression and awkwardly fell silent.
Still, he couldn't give up entirely and added, "I heard that the goods were brought by those people from Ulon Town. Don't you think...?"
The steward expected Viscount Hereford to fly into a rage but was surprised when the viscount, hearing this, suddenly had an odd thought.
That's right.
The people from Ulon Town had just arrived today, and then Saradin got beaten up.
There weren't any other strangers in the city, so it must have been those people from Ulon Town who did it.
And with the connections and guesses between him and Saradin, could it be that the Church of Light really had sent a Cardinal to Ulon Town?