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This is also thanks to the Walbus family's largest business, which is potato farming—that is, agriculture, whose foundation consists of hardworking, honest people and the land.

People are manageable, but the land is there and won't disappear. It won't take much effort for Trent to regain what he lost in the past six months.

If it were another industry, like a gang, the death of the boss would guarantee chaos and disorder.

Moreover, at present, most people in the capital are unwilling to provoke the young master who has been missing for a long time.

They've just met His Majesty the King, so they should at least show him some respect. Those things were just unexpected wealth for some people anyway; let them take them back if they want.

Most people in the capital city were focused on the Worbus family.

The disappearance of a viscount whose fief was pitifully small, barely enough to live in the central district, naturally wouldn't attract much attention. Even Gerald's neighbors hadn't noticed that their viscount had left his house three days ago and hadn't returned.

"Things are finally more or less resolved..."

In the study, Tranton rubbed his temples and looked at Mrs. Liz, who stood respectfully in the distance. "Now that you're completely tied to the Worbs family, you should know what to do, right?"

“I understand, young master,” Madam Liz sighed inwardly.

These days, she has basically been by Tranton's side, and has even met a lot of people with him. She is even more "housekeeper" than Su Mo, the elusive butler.

This action was clearly a message to her former master that she had betrayed him—even though Lady Liz herself didn't know who she had served before.

However, judging from the nature of that island, those people will definitely not let Lady Liz, the traitor, go. If she wants to survive, she'd better follow in the footsteps of the Worbus family.

"Alright, you can go now." Tranton waved his hand.

Lady Liz bowed and left the room.

Tranton leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, rested for a while, and then opened them again. The weariness in his eyes had vanished, replaced by an incomparably sharp and fierce glint.

His terrifyingly fierce aura was enough to make people forget his age.

“Sebastian,” Tranton said, his voice filled with suppressed anger.

"Young Master, are you planning to go see that poor Viscount Gerald?" Su Mo asked.

“That’s right.” Tranton stood up and walked out first.

Viscount Gerald is no longer under the bed; he has been moved to the Worbs family's basement.

Although he didn't have the key, the mere iron door to the basement was no match for Su Mo. He kicked it hard and forcibly broke it open.

The basement, which was initially thought to hold some secret but turned out to be quite ordinary, became Viscount Gerald's residence.

"Viscount Gerald..."

Lying in the corner of the room, Gerald, who looked much thinner with sunken eyes, was suddenly awakened by a voice just as he had finally drifted off to sleep.

Opening his eyes, Gerald saw Tranton's expressionless face. His body trembled, and he immediately got up and knelt on the ground: "Young Master Tranton, I'll tell you everything. I'll tell you whatever you want to know!"

"Uh?"

Tranton paused for a moment, looking at Su Mo with some surprise.

He had been busy dealing with matters for the past three days, which meant he hadn't had any extra time to properly ask the Viscount about the island.

However, Tranton had already prepared a series of "interrogation plans" in his mind, but he did not expect that this guy would compromise and say that he was willing to cooperate?

What happened to the promise of never surrendering, even unto death?

With you cooperating like this, I can't even bring myself to say that incredibly cool line, "If I tell you, I'll leave you with a whole corpse!"

"I didn't treat him like a young master, I just didn't let him sleep," Su Mo said with a smile.

For the past three days, Gerald has simply been confined here, unharmed, and of course, without food—except for a small cup of water. Furthermore, Su Mo instructed Seven Sins to assign one of their individuals to watch over the guy, instructing them not to interact with him in any way, and to simply kick him awake whenever he wanted to rest.

Hunger, exhaustion, darkness, and deathly silence—if Gerald hadn't still held onto a sliver of hope, he would have nearly collapsed by now.

Of course, even if he hadn't broken down now, he wouldn't have been able to muster any will to resist Tranton.

As he himself said, he said everything.

"Young Master Tranton, I really will tell you everything!"

Seeing Trent's reaction, Gerald immediately whispered. If he could, he would have liked to wail to express his true feelings, but he no longer had the strength.

"Then say it, and I'll leave you with a whole corpse." Tranton finally had the chance to say those words, and he felt much better. His voice became a little calmer.

"it is good."

Gerald nodded, accepting his fate calmly.

Gerald wasn't entirely sure what the island was for. But the crimes involved in transporting those children there every time were self-evident, and Gerald understood them perfectly well.

Now that Trent has escaped from that hell, Gerald doesn't expect him to let him go, if Gerald initially had some unrealistic ideas in his mind.

After three days, all he wanted was a clean, painless death.

"That's all you know?"

A few minutes later, after listening to Gerald's words, Tranton's tone turned unfriendly again.

It wasn't that Gerald wasn't cooperating, but rather that his cooperation was ineffective! Although he learned some things, such as where Gerald acquired supplies and information about "sacrifices," etc.

But that wasn't what Trent wanted at all. What he really wanted to know was who was behind Gerald, and who those people were!

But all Gerald provided were a few locations where he would "meet" with the people behind the island.

Aside from this clue, Gerald knew no more than Mrs. Liz or Joyce.

“That’s all I really know, Master Trent. I’m about to die, so why should I hide anything? I have no family or children to worry about from those people’s revenge,” Gerald said.

Although he was middle-aged, he was indeed a single man, as his parents and only brother had all passed away long ago.

He's a complete loner, and it's likely that the people behind the island chose him as the link because of that.

Otherwise, how could Gerald, with his ordinary abilities, have been noticed by those people?

These days, talent is a truly scarce resource.

"Fine, I'll give you a quick death."

Realizing he wouldn't get any more useful information from Gerald, Tranton didn't press the matter and turned to leave the basement. Gerald's fate was none of his concern.

"Go and find out who owns those four places." Stepping out of the basement, Tranton frowned and said to Su Mo, sounding somewhat annoyed.

If he had known Gerald only knew this much, he would have asked him sooner.

This world isn't Earth. It has computers and complete real estate data for the capital city, so you can easily find out who owns which land or house.

Finding out who owns which place in such a vast capital city is a massive and complex undertaking, even for a marquisate.

Especially given the shortage of manpower in the Worbus family.

Moreover, three days had already passed, and Tranton was beginning to worry that the people behind the island had started to eliminate any trace that could be found.

It's always easier to cover something up than to search for it.

Chapter Thirty: What evidence do you need for revenge?!

"This is quite a troublesome matter." This was Su Mo's assessment of the task given to him by Tranton.

"If it weren't for the trouble, would I need a devil like you as my butler?" Tranton turned to look at Su Mo, chuckled, and fully displayed the "manipulation tactics" of a superior. "If you can't even handle something like this, how can you expect to fulfill the contract?"

"Cough... Young Master, you really are a ruthless capitalist."

Su Mo coughed. "Your growth rate is a bit surprising. I really miss that ignorant little boy from the island."

"Stop talking nonsense and get to work," Tranton said impatiently, waving his hand.

In any case, life on the island was not a pleasant memory for Trent. Everyone carefully avoided mentioning that experience—except for his unscrupulous and devilish butler.

That bastard seems to enjoy poking at his wounds.

"No need," Su Mo said, shaking his head.

Tranton stopped and turned to look at Su Mo: "No need, what do you mean by 'no need'?"

"Literally. I mean, we have absolutely no need to investigate who owns these four places," Su Mo said.

Tranton sneered and retorted, "Then what brilliant idea does my devilish butler have? If we don't follow this clue, how else can we find those people behind the island and complete my revenge?"

"Young Master..."

Su Mo looked at Tranton with a strange gaze.

"What?" This look made Tranton quite unhappy.

That look conveyed the message, "You're an idiot, so I won't hold it against you; I'll forgive your mistakes," which was incredibly infuriating.

“I don’t quite understand why we have to find the person behind the island,” Su Mo said.

"How can I take revenge if I don't find them?" Tranton's tone became impatient as he quickly uttered these words, suppressing his anger.

"cough--"

Su Mo coughed lightly. "It was my fault for not making myself clear. Your revenge doesn't need to target anyone. What I mean is, anyone who is an enemy of the Wobs family should die."

Tranton stared wide-eyed at Su Mo.

To amplify the effect, at this moment, a bolt of lightning should flash across the sky, followed by a terrifying clap of thunder.

As the lightning illuminated his face, Su Mo, in a daze, revealed his terrifying demonic true form and uttered those words.

But the reality is—it's daytime, midday, the weather is clear and sunny, and there are even birds chirping outside the garden. It's a scene that makes one sigh, "The world is truly peaceful."

Su Mo, who uttered those words, did not reveal any demonic nature on his face. His expression was calm, and his tone was completely unwavering, as if he were stating a fact.

"You mean to say..."

After a long silence, Trent finally spoke, but he stopped halfway through his sentence. He realized for the first time that his voice was so hoarse, not much different from the tragic years on the island.

“What I mean is, we don’t need to pinpoint any specific family or individual. These people are all enemies of the Worbs family anyway. No matter who sent you to the island or who killed your parents, even if they didn’t do those things, it doesn’t change the fact that they are enemies of the Worbs family.”

"Whether you get slashed once or twice makes no difference to the person being slashed. Since they're the enemy, then kill them."

"Young master, what you need is a grand revenge drama, not a suspenseful detective drama with a series of interconnected plots. We don't need evidence, clues, or a trial."

"All we need is blood, and the cries and screams of those people."

After saying this, Su Mo stood quietly to the side, waiting for Tranton's reply.

You're right.

After a long silence, Tranton said in a hoarse voice, "I was overthinking it... Give me some time, and I'll prepare a list. Everyone on this list will be spared!"