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-So, Christoph is... Oh, were you just joking? Ah-ha-ha - Anders laughed unnaturally - y-yes, I guess we should go inside... You can call me by my first name, please, we're kind of the same age...
— Okay, Anders. — The girl led the guest into her room, passing the hall, and soon Anders found himself in a rather dusty room, cluttered with books. Apparently, Christina lived with two cats. — Welcome. — She sat down on a chair near the table and didn't say anything for a couple of minutes. — Oh, you probably need a place to sit... Well, sit down in my place. — She got up from the chair and moved to the bed.
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- Yeah... He probably bribed someone. That's how it always is with the city guards, - Veserod nodded knowingly. - We won't be here for long. If you want, you can come back with us. What about the losses?
— Well, time and profit were lost while I was transporting things, and I spent a lot of money on transporting goods and inventory... But yes, I won't refuse your offer.
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- Hmm, I haven't heard of that. Although, to be honest, I haven't been particularly curious, I usually just try to avoid unnecessary contact with her. And yes, there have been complaints from clients about her. But I think that since Eisen keeps her around, he must have a reason, he probably wouldn't do it if she was just a nuisance.
— That's what I'm saying! Maybe he's... well, haha... — Miranda almost choked with laughter. — Although, what am I saying, His Excellency wouldn't use damaged goods, after all. Well, never mind, let's not talk about all this nonsense... Remind me, why are you here? Oh, yes, you were supposed to be a mentor. Well, not for me, but for my little Karl. So, what can you do?