Elkeson Cook's suicide note:

Riva, my son, I'm sorry.

I made a mistake.

Now, I must atone for this mistake.

I have already paid my debt to His Excellency Exkushin, and you need no longer do it on my behalf. Ironically, to this day, I don't know who tampered with the shipping list; It is not known who forged the arrest warrant; It is not even known who robbed the goods.

For this, I owe a large amount of money to the Grand Duke and have to pay a huge amount of compensation. Everyone calls me a liar, but I've always stuck to my philosophy – the ones I tell you so often.

I don't know why, but I have a gut feeling that I'm getting involved in a huge conspiracy. The conspiracy is too dark and too big. Not only the Tangyous, but the entire Holy Falcon Empire should be under some kind of haze.

Little people like us are just pawns, and although I can't see through what is going to happen, I think I may know a little too much based on some of the news circulating in the Chamber of Commerce.

Riva, go to the kingdom of Ahmad! Never come back here. Far from Tangnes, away from the Holy Falcon Empire.

When you receive this letter, immediately leave the country with the person who delivered it. If I'm lucky enough to escape, we'll meet at the Oasis Tavern in Camora, the capital of the Kingdom of Ahmad.

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The death investigation report on the table of Falkenridge Garrison and Sheriff Chief Kiruj Wadden:

Name: Unknown.

Gender: Male.

Age: Approximately 37-42 years old.

Cause of death: poisoning.

Place of death: at the entrance of the residence of Lord Exkushin.

Time of death: more than one day preliminarily determined.

Conclusion: Judging by the dress of the deceased, it is suspected that he is a senior accountant of the Orzhov Chamber of Commerce, and His Excellency Exkushin is a major suspect.

Instructions: Fart, Lord Excushin killed someone at the door of his mansion? Do you have stinking in your head? (Signed)

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"Funa, I think you convinced me. We're in an alliance with the Running Wolf - of course, this matter is up to you, Violetta can't leave, and I don't feel at ease if others go. Sandos said to Funa.

Funa stared at the ceiling and drank her tea, ignoring old Griffinhardt's appointment. Old Griffin Hart had no choice but to wave his hand and said helplessly, "Funa? ”

Funa still ignored him.

"Alright! All right! I knew it! I can't keep Skin Harbor, can I? But what do I want that stinking piece of land on the Blood Farm for? I know that Zanmir can't trade Clear Creek Town, Clover Farm, or Mist Forest for a port! ”

Old Griffin Hart deliberately did not say anything about the distribution of the benefits of the division of the land, just to get away with it - he wanted more benefits. But Madame Greon knew her lord too well—he would not easily spit meat out of his mouth, even if the prey was still alive at times.

The old lady rolled her eyes and said, "Please, Sandos, you foolish old fellow. Do you think I don't know what Violetta and Stanford are up to? ”

"I can't hide anything from your eyes! Funa. You can't have the little mouse in my castle, right? Old Griffinhart suddenly thought about something, and his eyes narrowed as he looked at Old Lady Gryne.

Old Lady Greon knew all too well this dangerous look. It was these eyes that Old Griffinhardt was most impressed, which is why he was called a true griffon—his eyes were haughty and sharp.

But Funa has her own way, and that is to pretend not to see it. Old Griffin Hart was such a suspicious man, he didn't trust anyone 100 percent, so he often used his eyes and words to test others. Sandos is sure that as long as there is no dirt in his heart, then he will not be afraid, of course, in fact, most people will be a little nervous regardless of whether they have dirt in their hearts or not.

When she was young, Funa advised Santos not to look at others with such eyes: one is because Santos is a lord after all, and the gaze of the superior has a natural majesty. As for the second point, Funa once joked about Santos, who is still the heir: "Hey! Sandy! You really don't think that people are afraid of you because you're too ugly? Hehe~"

"What do you say, sir?" Old Lady Greon asked rhetorically.

"Oh, Funa, I'm asking you a question! Why did you ask about me? Your heart is empty! Funa! ”

"Oh! Sky! Santos! I'm telling you, I'm fed up with you foolish old man! You take your brain out of your heel and use it again! I'm begging you! All right? Do you think I need to plant a little mouse in your castle? I'm even a daughter married to your son! It's like you married your daughter to the stone-minded son of Babud! You make it clear to me! Do I need to send rats to your castle? The old lady rubbed her temples in anger, put down the teacup and was about to leave the secret room.

"Oh! Funa! Look at me! That was not what I meant! Alas! Well, okay! Funa, I'm really getting a little old and confused - I've been a little upset lately! I forgot! Alas! You see! This man is too old to do anything. I'm not... ”

Before old Griffinhart could finish his sentence, Funa reached out and interrupted it.

Funa sat back in her seat and said, "Look for the little ones—that's all I can say!" ”

"Oh! I knew it! Funa! You are my right-hand man! Well, to get back to the point, although it is said that the Blood Plains produce wind crystals, the benefits are not big enough. And, I guess, if we win this time, I don't need to assign you any new territories, do I? Griffin Hart Sr. said.

"Yes, my lord, in return, the golden ears of wheat pay two percent more taxes every year."

"Black Blood Mountain or Bloody Coast?" Old Griffinhardt was obviously shrewd, and he guessed at once what Funa might choose.

Funa pouted, thinking for a moment. Old Griffin Hart wasn't in a hurry, and just looked at her. Funa thought about it, and decided that it would be better to tell the truth - there was nothing to hide in the first place, and she couldn't hide it. "Black Blood Mountain." She said. "The whole." She added.

"One-third of the Black Blood Mountain or five percent of the tax." The elder Griffin Hart was as quick as a seasoned Orzhov accountant to make an assessment and make a quote.

"Can we not bargain like this every time? My adult? Old Lady Grace gritted her teeth.

And old Griffin Hart said lightly: "4.5% tax ~ Funa, it's so easy and happy to decide!" ”

Old Lady Grace stamped her feet and walked out of the secret room with her hands folded.

Old Griffin Hart sat down in his chair and snapped his fingers and asked the manservant to bring him a bowl of grapes.

"Humph! Old woman, it's not that I won, and next year I can increase the income of thousands of Imperial Golden Eagles! ”

Mrs. Greon swept away the gloom of her departure, her steps light.

"Humph! Old man, it's not that I won, such a small amount of money to buy a mineral origin can increase the income of tens of thousands of imperial golden eagles! ”