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Finding himself face to face with the "son," Veserod nods and reports:
- First. Regarding the influence of foreign agents. Strange ones, - he corrected himself. - We regret to inform you that we have failed to directly locate a cell, if such a thing exists. According to your data, the Hive-rental rats are agitating the common folk in the streets. On our part, nothing of the sort has been noticed in the main part of the city. People are generally very reluctant to speak on this topic, as if it doesn't concern them. Whether this is a conscious withholding of information or genuine indifference is hard to say. On our end, we discovered two points. First - the editorial office of the local newspaper. There I met Albert and his assistant - the editor. This editor is very interested in the political issue, questioning the local population regarding the conflict between Ronental and Serberia, in which he constantly fails. He assigned me a special task - to secretly and stealthily, as if in passing, find out the people's opinion, utilizing my non-local appearance, and report back to him for his newspaper business. I do not wish to slander the man, especially since it is his trade, but obviously, this instance could not go unnoticed by me. And second - during reconnaissance in the run-down part of the city, we discovered a certain Augusto, or whatever his name is - again, a local arena degenerate. He looks like this and that. Looking around shiftily, he climbed into the sewers through a manhole. We suspect that if this isn't something completely different, it may be connected to Hive-rental affairs. What honest man would think of climbing into the drains, and in the slums no less? We leave this lead to your people. Firstly, we have no access to the communications. Secondly - during the investigation, we were ambushed twice in the slums. Unknown people armed with muskets attacked us from the rooftops and vanished from sight as soon as we managed to react. We suffered losses, - Veserod lifts his shirt and shows the Governor-General three through-and-through holes in his torso, covered with bandages. - We were not equipped for such a fight in urban conditions. Some of my men suggested grinding the slums into dust, turning both them and all the Hive-rental scum that might be hiding there into ash, but I could not give such an order because there may be civilians. In short, we leave this matter to be continued by your professionals.
Veserod flicked a scab from a musket hole onto the floor, lowered his shirt, and continued.
- Second - regarding the casino. Our people infiltrated and worked there for three weeks. From an eco-nomical standpoint, no violations were found. For its part, the casino uses honest methods. No rigged balls, marked cards, scandals, brawls, or shadow deals were noted either. The second agent worked from the... uh... fleshly-entertainment... - Veserod paused for a moment to think of the best way to phrase it, and decided to put it as it is. - In other words, Air von Walraven worked as a dancer for three weeks, performing obscene dances on an iron pole to stoke the inner fire of the tipsy guests, applying all her natural assets and maximum effort, embodying the role brilliantly, as if she were born only for this. On her part - aside from lewd stares and selics thrown at her feet, she received no indecent proposals, and did not notice the rest of the staff receiving any. From all this, we can conclude that the casino operates within the law and does not engage in illegal activity.
The hunter caught his breath and fanned himself with the paper report from which he had been reading all this.
- Third. The fighting club - now this is interesting, - Veserod raised a finger. - Again, two of our inspectors infiltrated this structure. They discovered the following - fights are conducted to the "third blood." That is, until the opponent falls dead. After that, some help is provided by a local doctor, and sometimes they manage to revive him, but in the memory of our people, not all the fallen managed to survive here. What they subsequently do with the bodies of the slain remains a mystery. But that's not all... - Veserod looked the Governor-General grimly straight in the eyes. - One of our scouts managed to gain the trust of the local authorities who run the club. They discovered a second hidden fighting ring existing in secret from society. Fights are held there as well, and the bets and rewards are higher, but these fights are conducted by inhuman standards. Defeated opponents are tortured, heads are chopped off, guts are spilled for the crowd's pleasure, they are fed alive to wild animals, and God knows what else. All this brings the organizers good money, and the visitors bloodthirsty amusement. I am no expert in the laws of the Serberia regions; whether this is right or not is for you to decide.
Veserod rolled up the birch-bark scroll, which the entire squad had spent half a day composing, and took a swig from his flask to moisten his parched throat and wash away the disgust he felt after reading the final chord of this report.
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