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In Mirabelle’s vault, a case containing five hundred thousand linears, an identification card for a representative of Illinar, and another short letter awaited.

- Oh, that was awkward, but luckily, I found someone understanding.
The official paid the tax, settled the last formalities, and began to consider her plan of action.
- Where should I start? I’ll start with the fact that I need an assistant, - she explained to her imaginary interlocutor, writing down all the points in her organizer. - And where should I hire one?
"The local riffraff will do anything to get their hands on your case."
- Stop it. They (she?) must at least be able to write and count. And read, of course. Well, it’s either a knowledge center or a scriptorium. I’ll start with the latter.