Chapter 8: I Was the One Who Seduced It First (1)
If one asked the children of Liqueur how to get a trustworthy person to spill the beans, this was what they would say in a cheerful voice: “Heat up a skewer and stab their belly!”
Of course, Keter might start with the skewering if he was pressed for time, but when he had time, he preferred the carrot-and-stick approach. For example, he would provide delicious food and drinks after a good scolding. He had yet to meet anyone who didn’t succumb to this.
“Hehehe. The wine tastes especially good today.”
Drunk and tipsy, Jacques was giggling. There were four empty bottles at his feet.
“Gramps, I might lose at this rate. Please slow down.”
Keter encouraged Jacques and refilled his glass. Jacques eagerly drank but spilled almost half of it.
Just a bit more and he’ll be out.
If Keter’s goal was to win, he could finish him off, but that wasn’t his goal.
“Gramps, when I arrived today and no one came to greet me, that would have been my father’s order, right?”
Keter tested the waters with something Jacques wouldn't discuss sober. Then, Jacques responded with hazy eyes.
“Yes, that’s right. The patriarch has been asking us not to approach you for almost a month before you arrived.”