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-- What's going on here? - asked Axel, genuinely not understanding the situation.
- There you are! That's a fierce beast you've got there, - Vargas whistled at the sight of the mount. - Well, I left the lad unattended for five seconds, and a vampire-werewolf-lion-woman already robbed him, ripped off his last pair of trousers. If you ask me, one could probably have found richer loot, - he shows a piece of cardboard. - I'd have thought he was lying, but the evidence is quite obvious. Oh! You could probably draw a composite sketch. That would help with the case.
Having heard the story of the robbery, Axel looked disapprovingly at Alseus. Not only is he a potential spy, but he also causes trouble.
-- Hmm, this story sounds as suspicious as possible. I can sketch a portrait quickly, of course, but what will that give us? What was the purpose of robbing him? Just to rob a knight's squire of Deus? Doubtful. To divert our attention from truly important matters and waste it on pointless searches for potential robbers? More likely, given that the robber, judging by all appearances, deliberately left evidence.
Axel sighed. -- Tell me what the woman looked like, I'll try to draw it.
While Alseus was recalling, Von Himmel noticed the guy in glasses.
-- Who's that?
- Questions that demand answers, which we will certainly find. He messed up badly. But I think if such a thing actually exists among us, then our job is to deal with it as soon as possible, and inform His Lordship that it might be a good idea to temporarily restrict the entry of migrants into the capital. - This one? Epiphanus. No, Epitselseus. Wait... epinephrine?.. Ebi... Eptsiletos! An archivist, in short. Not an easy name to hear. This is, so to speak, a passenger pursuing his dream of becoming a chronicler. That was my payment for raising the morale of the masses - though what do they have to fear? - a sigh. - Yes, yes, I know what you're going to say, but positive publicity won't hurt us, will it? Especially against the backdrop of the incredible, vile, despicable lies about His Lordship, which drive me into a rage and a desire to just... And he grumbles too much to pass for a spy. I may not trust him with my back just yet, but I respect the spirit, - with a glance, however, the knight shows the knight that he is on guard, and his knife only moans with the desire to be used for its intended purpose - should the occasion arise.
Happy Life
