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- I've gotten used to our cook's cooking a long time ago, but sometimes I treat myself to exquisite dishes at this establishment. I hope you don't mind the company? I have a meeting scheduled here with a trading partner.

-- Of course, I don't mind. Although I won't be paying for him, -- the Madian smiled.

Let's go to the market.

Odd and Sarael successfully reach the market.

-- Of course, I don't mind. Although, I won't be paying for it, -- the Madian smiled.

- Heh, rather, he'll be paying for you.

Odd and Sarael successfully reach the market.

[Implying that everything was exactly the same as last time]
When they reached the cages, Sarael immediately noticed that there was a different slave trader in the same spot this time. For some reason, it seemed to him that it wasn't just because the previous one decided to take a day off – perhaps his superiors didn't like the fact that he sold the daughter of winter, who had been ordered by someone else, or maybe something else, who knows, and it doesn't matter anyway.
- How are you going to sell her? - the elf said, approaching the new slave trader. - Not only is she in chains, which means she's dangerous and not suitable for every owner, but she also has a sack over her head. What if she's terrifying?

- Heh, more likely he'll pay for you.

That sounds a bit ambiguous.

I bet he wanted to meet with Kriazor. Or some other dragon lord.

Alright, Ment, write a new quest.

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[Implying that everything will be exactly the same as last time]

If not, I'll rewrite it, no problem.

Yes, who knows. Fortunately, the number of dragon scales we have has decreased, so the chances of encountering them are lower.

If not, I'll rewrite it, no problem.

Yes.

Yes, who knows. Fortunately, the number of dragon eggs has decreased, so the chances of encountering them are lower.

In short, we actually killed a clone of the dragon clan leader, and now you will be talking to the real one.

After our arrival, the city's population decreased quite a bit.

In short, we actually killed the clone of the dragon clan leader, and now you will be talking to the real one.

I don't remember exactly when and why, but I also had a similar funny thought, seriously.

I had a slightly different, but similar, idea. It goes like this: Atamus was the face of the clan, the nominal leader. But in reality, some gray cardinal was pulling all the strings.

Oh well, here we go with the conspiracy theories; now we won't be sure of anything.

But in reality, Zalatov is the one calling the shots.
Well, Nebok, where is our friend?

In reality, Zalatov is the one calling the shots.

And is Lutiel his puppet? It's true, he has all the money.

Zalatov ordered dinner for himself for 5,000 setars. Gordian could also order something. When he finished his meal, his business partner, accompanied by two guards, finally arrived.

- Hello, Zalatov. How do you like the food in my restaurant?
- It's very tasty.
- I'm glad you like it. May I meet your friend?
- This is Mr. Bruttius. He works for Lutiel. Don't worry, you can talk in front of him.
- Good. I just have something to discuss...
- Is there something wrong with the goods?
- No, not at all. The goods are excellent. When have the Chalehids ever produced bad medilia? Only unskilled alchemists can ruin it.
- Then what's the problem?
- Where is Arkil? He was supposed to come with you.
- He died from medilia when we were in Sharitokefal. Idiot.
- That's unfortunate.
- Is that all you wanted to know?
- Yes, but Arkil owes me a considerable sum. Someone has to pay his debt. The deadline is today, by the way...
- Talk to Lutiel about it.
- Lutiel is hard to find. And since you're here, I'm talking to you about it.
- I won't pay this fool's debt. Maybe Lutiel will pay...
- It seems you don't understand, - the man said and pointed a pistol at Zalatov, while one of the guards pointed a pistol at Bruttius.
- Have you gone mad, Cornut?
- So, will you pay Arkil's debt?
- I've said everything I have to say about it.
- Search them, - Cornut said to his guards. The guards took all the weapons that Zalatov and Gordian had on them. - Come on, Zalatov.
- When Lutiel finds out about this...
- If you and your friend behave badly, he won't find out about anything at all.
Zalatov and Bruttius were taken to the restaurant's basement. There was an underground tunnel, through which they were led to something like a prison. In small, dirty cells, some people were sitting. They were thrown into a larger cell.
- You have three days to think about my offer, - Cornut said to Zalatov.
- Go to hell! You damned bastard! Tomorrow, your corpse will be floating in the sea!
- Think about it again, - the man said and left with his guards.