Nuesh barely managed to stop himself from saying, "Your insolent face." Instead, he said:
- What do you want?
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- Let's do this: we'll give him one last chance. If he doesn't lead us out before the second-to-last torch burns out (you know, like in a dungeon, they probably use torches or something), then I'll personally tear off his head.
- Okay. - Aurd agreed, although he wasn't in a hurry to punish the warlock anyway.
- Fine, if you say so, - Rio reluctantly agreed, - you're a smart guy, so let's do it your way.
[so you're heading to Kalevritia now?]
The head of the guard listened very attentively to Rumke's story. Or at least pretended to. "Subordination, whether it's magic or not, is when one person follows the orders of another." Raimar smiled slyly. "Do you understand what I mean?"
I would like to note, Master Raimar, that I am aware of my transgression and did not try to hide or attack the guards with magic.
If the point is that I repeated the story several times, then it's just for role-playing purposes, but it won't change anything. In a real story, there would be mistakes and inconsistencies, but in a printed version, nothing will change.
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт
Sky, you won't believe it, but I missed your message again.
Why torture if there's mind control...?
[So, are you guys heading towards Kalevria?]
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт
🏹🎪+⛓️♿=💕
To be honest, I don't quite understand. So, this fellow who called himself Druagruon of Chestfal used some very dark magic on me – a spell of domination. If it had worked, I would have been forced to obey all his commands. Luckily, my mental resilience was stronger. The powerful water spell that I know couldn't stop him. I really didn't want to be controlled, and I didn't want to put my mind through that again, so I tried to freeze him. Unfortunately, I overdid it. Instead of just turning him into an ice sculpture, I shattered him.
I must point out, Master Raimar, that I am aware of my transgression and did not try to hide or attack the guards with magic.
— So, you’re a bit slow on the uptake, are you? — Raimar grabbed the explanation that Rumke had written earlier and, without reading it, tore it into small pieces. — This isn’t your first crime in this city, and I have enough evidence to lock you up. This idiot, — the head of the guard turned Haimar’s head in his hands, and then threw it to Rumke. — I have no idea who he is; I’m not interested in dead people. But it’s funny, just a couple of hours ago, he was drinking with me in a small group. He was a friend of one of the wizards from the Academy. Understand? Who would believe your words if the head of the city guard and a master from the Academy vouch for the deceased? Do you think that won’t be enough? And what about this? — Raimar pointed to a ring lying on the table. — A personal item of the man who died a few days ago. A very rich man, I might add. It could be that he was actually murdered and didn’t die in an accidental incident? Oh, you say you found it on the body of the frozen bastard? Well, my people’s report will say something different. — The head of the guard approached the wizard from behind and put his hands on his shoulders. — Understand the situation you’re in, Duke. You have two choices: rot in prison or become my little dog.
— It belonged to the murdered rich man, and I dealt with his murderer. At the same time, your word matters, so why wouldn’t you help me? Just say that I investigated the case at your personal request. You found the stolen goods, the criminal was punished, and a person you trust serves in the city guard. I will definitely repay you for the effort. Of course, you can say something else. In this case, you will again have the ring and the criminal, but you won’t have a trusted person. I am ready to accept your offer of cooperation.
Rum Kon did not forget either his refined manners or his pleasant smile. A friendly look was directed at his interlocutor, and his voice did not tremble.
But at some point, their path led them to a new obstacle – a large underground hall, in the center of which a healthy Minotaur was walking around.
For now, he hasn't noticed the presence of the newcomers.
The head of the guard sighed heavily. “No, we can’t continue this conversation.” Raimar stood up from behind the table and knocked loudly on the door, and in a moment, two guards rushed into the room, one of whom was, once again, the “old acquaintance” Rumke. “Suspend the matter, and please escort the Duke to the prison. We will talk to you, sir, in a week or two.”