Tarute's room was quiet. Luo'er watched him silently. From earlier until now, Tarute's mental defenses had been gradually crumbling. Luo'er knew that confessing was just a matter of time for him.
"I, I, if I speak, will you spare my family?" After a long silence, Tarute finally spoke.
"Of course, we don't relish the idea of troubles with women and children. As long as you come clean, they'll be safe," Luo'er said, approaching him.
"You, you..." Tarute looked at him for a moment, then lowered his head. After another silence, he gritted his teeth and finally spoke: "The weapons... were sold to Count Ganet..."
Count Ganet was a nobleman in Otland, his estate located to the west of Holy Heart City, less than three days' journey away.
"Number One!" Luo'er turned to look at Tangmo, who blinked, and quickly grabbed her notebook to take down notes.
"All of them?" Luo'er followed up.
"No, not all. However, he bought the most recent batches of weapons."
