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-- I will still try to talk to him; it certainly won't be any worse -- with these words, Dominic went to the head of the guard.

The law enforcers led Dominic into the office of the head of the guard. Kalevrit found him in the following state: he was sprawled out in a comfortable armchair, his legs were on the table, in his left hand he held an apple, and in his right, a knife, which he methodically used to peel.

He looked up at the person who entered but said nothing, waiting for Dominic to speak.

The Duke approached one of the houses and knocked. The story was already ready:
"Kind people, help me. I am an executor of the Inner Council of Illinar, carrying out an important task about which I have no right to say anything more. I was stunned and robbed by bandits. I woke up in the middle of the forest and walked for several hours before reaching here. Tell me, where is the nearest government office? I need to report what happened to me."

- Bandits? - exclaimed a woman of middle age. - In our time?!
- Well, yes, - replied the peasant with a reaction that didn't quite fit such a story. - Times are tough; there's war and everything. But come in, friend. I don't quite understand what you need; tell me over there, at the table.