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The administrator briefly glanced at the handsome young man, but she had more pressing matters to attend to.
"Alright, everyone, please start cleaning up this mess," she said to the legionnaires. They obeyed and began to tidy up. "Hello. Slave registration, of course. Luckily, we still have registration forms here. Let's see... Ellison... temporarily residing... Oh, I remember you, you've registered before. Here, take this form, fill it out, and have your slaves fill out these forms as well. Then, give them to me."
The administrator's secretary handed the cultist a stack of papers and began to attend to other citizens.
"So, you like painting?" the frog asked Vikaila and approached her.
-- Thank you.
Then he stepped aside and instructed his servants.
Meanwhile, Vikaila and Tronned were talking.
-- Of course! And it's also history! I bet I know the city well enough to say what has changed the most compared to this painting. Everything has changed... absolutely everything! For example, here now... *explanations, according to Vikaila's knowledge*