Meanwhile, inside the underground tunnel of the Consulate.
"It was you who led the cops through the door!"
Holy Grail Bishop Schmidt wiped a smear of soot from his face and asked Lyndon fiercely.
"Sorry, my lord, I only thought her talent was too exceptional."
"With such exceptional talent, a woman can easily hook up with a man and be set for life, with no worries about food and clothing. How could she possibly stoop to selling her flesh? Are your brain vessels all clogged with butter, not giving this any thought?"
"It's my fault..."
Sir Lyndon thought to himself, you damn well didn't find any issues during the inspection phase either, not even noticing when someone brought in guns and grenades. And you have the nerve to criticize me for not being careful? Would I be so desperate if you weren't pressuring me every day to find you material?
Unfortunately, he could only keep these thoughts bottled up inside and dared not voice them aloud.
"Their government meddles too much!"
