Chapter 40
Fors's Conjecture
Chapter 40 Fors's Conjecture
Hobart's intimidation was perfect for dealing with a villain like Darkholm.
Ordinary threats wouldn't have bothered Darkholm, but when he saw Zachary and his letter, his psychological defenses crumbled considerably.
Moreover, through the intelligence he had gathered, he vaguely knew of the existence of the Extraordinary World. After hearing Hobert's words and looking at the potions Hobert had taken out, although he didn't know what they were, with the spirituality of an ordinary person, he felt that the contents of these small bottles seemed to be extraordinary.
Thus, the remaining half of Darkholm's psychological defenses also collapsed: "I, I only know this much. I also know that Mr. Hyman seems to have many magical abilities!"
"He inadvertently revealed that he seemed to be in contact with a farmer named Hillman in the southern suburbs!"
He also said that he found a clue to a treasure at 37 Minsk Street!
"That's all, really that's all!"
Hobart nodded in satisfaction: "That's more like it!"
He put away the medicine and powder: "If anyone claims to be Hyman's accomplice and contacts you, tell them that we have interrogated you multiple times, and your leg injury is the evidence."
"You don't need to send us messages. Just tell us when we come to Azalea Bar, 'Your order has arrived,' and we'll know."
Hobert and Hugh stood up together, and Darkholm quickly asked, "And then?"
Then I haven't thought about it either! Hobart said, "That's not something you should ask."
He seemed to suddenly remember something: "By the way, where did you learn to read, write words, and learn grammar?"
“I went to grammar school when I was little,” Darkholm said with a wry smile. “Later, my father’s business failed, and we had to move to the East End.”
"Sir, to be honest, I dream of going back to the South Bridge area, my old home."
"But when I went back, other families were living there. It was no longer the home I remembered."
Another "business failure"—it's so easy for small business owners to go bankrupt these days.
Hobert looked at the house's decor and realized it was no wonder that Darkholm's residence was so out of place in the East End. He then marveled at Hyman's meticulous planning, noting that people like Darkholm, who had once been middle class, were more eager than the people of the East End to live, or rather, return to, a middle-class life.
Only strong desires can be better manipulated and exploited by Hyman.
Hobart took a deep breath and, as he walked out, said what he had once told Will: "If you do fewer things that violate your conscience, you might live a few more years."
"Sir, thank you for reminding me."
Accompanied by Darkholm's words of thanks, Hobert and Hugh went out onto the street.
Hugh whispered to Hobart, "I remember you said yesterday that during the psychic session with Zachary, Hyman mentioned Bishop Hillman. Could he be...?"
Hobart whispered, "It's unlikely that Hyman revealed such important information unintentionally. He must have had his reasons for doing this. We shouldn't be used by him!"
"Furthermore, Hillman is very likely connected to the Aurora Society. For our safety, we'll leave this case here!"
Hugh thought so too, and she let out a long sigh: "This is the most complicated and dangerous commission I've ever been through."
If it weren't for her collaboration with Hobart, she might still be stuck in Darkholm's place, unable to find Hyman or Zachary.
Hobart smiled and said, "But the compensation is quite substantial."
While commissions related to the extraordinary world can be lucrative, they are also very dangerous, so it's best to avoid handling such commissions for now.
Hopper then asked, "Are you attending Mr. A's party today?"
"Yes, yesterday I... I thought about it for a long time. Although Mr. A is in danger, this party should be safe," Hugh said. "So we plan to attend the party anyway."
Hopper then asked, "Could I come with you?"
Hugh was slightly taken aback: "You...don't you have a reliable gathering planned?"
Hobart smiled and said, "Of course, the more gatherings like these you attend, the better."
Hugh nodded: "Okay, we'll meet up with my friend after we have lunch."
She knew perfectly well that Hobart's contribution to this collaboration was greater than hers, and that it would be unfair to Hobart to split the spoils equally.
Taking Hobert to Mr. A's party was also a way of repaying that favor.
Without the tense atmosphere of yesterday, Hobart and Hugh chatted casually, but they tacitly avoided revealing any specific information about each other.
The two chatted happily, but Fors, who was following behind, had a slight urge to bite his nails.
She needed to stay on high alert and follow behind, always on guard against Hobart's sudden attack.
Fortunately, the worst-case scenario did not occur, and Hobart did not seem to have any malicious intent.
But that's strange, why wouldn't he have any ill intentions?
Watching the two chat, Fors seemed to realize something. Could it be that this kid has taken a liking to Hugh?
Although Hugh wasn't tall, she had a beautiful face and a rare youthful appearance, which suited the needs of some perverted nobles.
No, no, I must remind Hugh when I get the chance, so she won't be fooled. Young masters like Hobart love to deceive the feelings of naive girls.
While Hobart wasn't looking, Hugh left a message for his friend, explaining that Hobart would also be attending the afternoon party.
Fors covered her forehead. Oh no, Hugh might have already succumbed.
However, she still kept her promise and went to Viscount Grelint's mansion with her small suitcase to meet Hugh.
£1600! This was the largest sum of money she and Hugh had ever seen, and of course, it couldn't be out of her sight.
Two carriages pulled up at the entrance of the Viscount's mansion almost simultaneously. The short Hugh introduced the two men, saying, "This is my good friend Fors. Fors, and this is Hobert, whom I've mentioned to you."
Fors said coldly, "Mr. Hobart, it's a pleasure to meet you."
Hobart was slightly taken aback: "Miss Fors, it seems that knowing me is not something you are happy about."
Is this Miss "Magician"? She's about 1.6 meters tall, wearing a high-necked long dress, her brown curly hair is draped messily over her shoulders, and her light blue eyes are full of fatigue.
Hobart said meaningfully, "Miss Fors, you don't look very well."
Fors said somewhat impatiently, "Isn't it because..."
She took a deep breath before coldly saying, "I'm sorry, I need to speak with Hugh alone."
Without waiting for Hobart's reply, she grabbed Hugh and left.
Hobart was increasingly confused, watching the two ladies whispering to each other in the distance, glancing at him every now and then.
"They're definitely talking badly about me," Hobart muttered under his breath.
Just then, Hugh shouted, "Oh, Fors, is a curly-haired baboon living in your head?"
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