Shortly after the corpse was dragged out of the office, leaving a trail of blood, Wesley began to give a series of instructions.
"Start having more people to monitor the Marquis and Crown Prince's side. I want to know what the link was between them and our dearest gold ranked merchant."
"Yes, Lord Wesley." Ethan nodded and adhered to the command.
"You can leave now." Wesley gestured with his fingers. "Don't disturb me anymore if it was just this information. At least have it compiled and condensed properly."
"I understand," Ethan bowed his head.
He understood that this was an indirect warning to him.
The guard's death was merely a message to have him start to wise up and avoid committing the same mistake.
After all, it was due to his permission that Vincent was able to escape the Merchant Guild's clutches.
Now, it was just great.
The tiger had returned to the mountain, and it would be impossible for Wesley to make a move on him.
