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This... is unexpected.

Siegfried turned away from the warrior, looked at himself, and surveyed his surroundings, trying to determine where he was.

Now get out of your cells and find me!

- The head of the family is an old friend of mine. I heard he lives somewhere around here.
Reynhold was wearing his usual clothes, and one of his hands was gripping the shaft of a bardiche.
This place reminded him of his hometown, but it definitely wasn't it. Looking around, he noticed other people in the same pit, dressed like him. They were all digging something. A moment later, he realizes that he also has a shovel in his hands. There were no guards in sight.

- Yes, he was a wonderful person, if it's the one I'm thinking of. The thing is, there's more than one Trust family living here; what was your friend's name?
"If they sent him after me, he might not even know his father's name. It's not necessary."

Where am I? In a pit? Or are they digging right out of the pavement? Where are the guards and so on?

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Siegfried turned to the nearest worker.
- So, how much have you dug up?

- Not just one? That's a shame, it will complicate my search. The thing is, we always addressed each other by our last names, and over such a long time, I've even forgotten his first name.
The worker didn't answer anything and didn't even look at Siegfried.

- I'm talking to you! - Siegfried adjusted his grip on the shovel and tugged him by the shoulder.

"Well, we'll see, we'll see, you forgetful one!"
- You see, my last name is Trust. Unfortunately, you're unlikely to meet my father, well, not until you die. May he rest in peace.

- Oh, you say he died? That's a shame. Could you tell me who owns this farm?
- What will happen if, by some tragic accident, you die? Will you fall into the clutches of some monster? - After saying this, the worker turned to Siegfried, and the face of the imperial inspector, Arnz Taimon, was revealed to him.

- It belongs to me, - Trust replied coldly. "An old friend, of course. He doesn't remember my name, doesn't seem particularly upset, and he's sniffing around about the farm."

- I will never die, - muttered the retreating Nix. - At least... not at the whim of... some narrow-minded rich kid... who holds this position... because his parents gave someone a bribe ten years ago... and he didn't have the brains... to think things through properly even once before doing anything...
For a few seconds, he was overcome with panic, and he frantically looked around.

Hostor, bewildered by what was happening, shuffled towards the woman.

- In that case, I confiscate it, and you, Reynold, will be thrown into the dungeon to feed the rats. Or, we can go inside and discuss a more mutually beneficial solution.
Now, Taimon stopped Siegfried, - are you going to die? Look at these pits that you and the other slaves are digging; what do you think they are for?
When Hostor approached, he recognized the girl as Alice. She knelt on one knee and hugged the boy, who was about eight years old.

As Hostor approached, he recognized the girl as Alice. She knelt on one knee and hugged a boy who looked to be about eight years old.

- A... Alice? - Redram, completely taken aback, approached the girl and stood beside her. - What are you doing here?

- Oh, I figured you out right away! And my father's name is Kenneth, by the way. I'd be happy to discuss a solution to our... problem with you," Reynold smiled. "I bet we'll talk about Guy; he's quite a thorn in the side for the local authorities. It's funny that he never told me his real name, even though I was considered one of his close associates. Maybe I shouldn't have been. Or maybe his parents just aren't very good at choosing names; it's one or the other."