Chapter 227.2
The young storekeeper rushed out of the room in response to Gran’s angry yelling.
“…Tch. Useless assassins.”
They paid a lot of money to hire them, but it seems they let the thieves get in. However, the assassins have never let a thief through before. They must have had military dogs prepared by them, but how did they get past them?
“…Tch.”
Gran clicks his tongue again and gets up from the sofa.
The report cannot be taken out. It is unclear how large the thieves are, but fortunately, it is the end of the fiscal year, so almost all the adventurers are gathered in the mansion.
It is impressive how they sneaked in, but no matter how good the thieves are at concealment, there is no way they can escape against dozens of adventurers and assassins. Thinking this, Gran heads to the basement himself, where a dozen or so adventurers who were already in the mansion gathered under the stairs at the entrance to the basement. Among them, he finds a middle-aged adventurer who he has been friends with since his youth and who he brought along to be the leader of the adventurers, and calls out to his back.
“Cardis! What are you doing!? Hurry up and catch the bandits!”
“…Master, Jeff and the others are in there now. We can’t let everyone in.”
“I, I see…”