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— Hmm! — The government official snorted haughtily and looked at the newcomers with distrust. — My name is Castor L. Celene, and I will be overseeing your assignment... Follow me.
After forty minutes of walking, the mercenaries finally reached the old palace, once belonging to Reisen Reim. This part of the city was deserted, and it was clear that no one wanted to live near the palace, which many called cursed.
— Alright! — When the group reached the tall doors of the palace, the official spoke in a commanding tone. — Listen carefully... I don't know what this elf did to get permission for this mission, but you must understand that this is wrong. This palace is hundreds of years old! And for the first people to set foot in the sacred halls of the empire to be a group of unknown and incompetent mercenaries from nowhere... it's outrageous, to say the least. Therefore, the first and most important thing: don't break anything!!! Understood? I'll repeat: DO NOT TOUCH THE PRECIOUS MONUMENTS OF THE EMPIRE'S HISTORY WITH YOUR DIRTY HANDS. What lies behind these doors is worth dozens, no, hundreds of times more than your lives! Do you understand? Did you understand me?
Now she was a little confused. No matter how valuable the historical monuments are, they are unlikely to be worth anyone's life. Of course, if these are only historical monuments, and not spiritual ones. But she didn't argue with Castor and simply nodded. She understood his point of view.
Yes, there will be. While you were traveling here, I managed to get some changes made to your assignment.