Letter from Anthony Wolf to Slava Wolf:

Father, Joseph and I have arrested three cultists. According to the preliminary judgment, these three cultists all belong to the "Society of the Death of All Things." Its specific members are a halfling, an Ahmad Curser, and an Azorius Elf.

These three members of the Society of the Dead are blessed with strange magic, and to this day Joseph and I have not been able to pry the mouths of these mobs, and we need the support of wizards - Mrs. Bones is really not good at this kind of magic, and Miss Stella's natural magic is too soft.

The magic on these three thugs makes them not afraid of physical pain, and we may need a mind controller, however, as far as I know, Zamir does not have a mind controller. Maybe Jorgen advisers have a solution.

According to Mrs. Burns, Lady Stella, and Miss Josephine were all unable to do anything about it. I will personally escort the three cultists back to Fort Longtala. In addition, Mr. Pixie asked about his son, Rams, on his condition. He was worried about Rams's condition, I saw he was preoccupied, and I thought Mr. Pickey needed some good news to soothe his tense nerves.

According to the information we have, the End of All Things Society is a Druidic sect with deep roots in Golgari. However, the druids seem to be insane, believing that Elsa's creatures come from Elsa's bounty, and now it's time for us to return the flesh to Elsa. So they devoted themselves to blood sacrifice and murder, and this group of depraved druids disgraced the druids, and they formed an anti-druid alliance - the Society of the End of Everything, and in this year they went on a rampant development of believers, and then carried out terrible murders.

Lady Stella is in a terrible mood right now, she is thoroughly enraged by this group of druid scum - after seeing their corrupt forces of nature.

We have lost thirteen good lads forever, and I gathered their bodies who gave their lives for the peace of the people of Zamir. I think they deserve a funeral – not only out of respect for the war dead, but also to distract the restless populace to a certain extent, and I think it will help to calm the current unrest in Zamir.

People need "heroes", and so do we. I think it's okay to work on this victory, exaggerate it appropriately, and spread it out, but it's all up to you.

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Anthony Wolf received a reply from Slava Wolf:

Anthony, my son, you have done a really good job, and I am proud and proud of you. Actually, I thought you weren't very mature in doing things, but I was relieved to see your letter. Anna is such a good boy, and of course, so are you. It seems that you have listened to Anna's advice, and you are already thinking as a lord, which is the cornerstone of your consolidation of rule, and my rule will sink into the wind sooner or later; sunk in the sea; Burning in fire; Return to the forest, but your reign has only just begun.

I'm relieved that you're escorting the prisoners personally, but let our spellcasters keep these three cultists under their watchful eye at all times. I'll let Jorgen try to interrogate these cultists with his magic first, and the physical pain can't hurt them, but the soul can. There are no invincible creatures in this world.

If Jorgen's magic doesn't work either, then I'll have to turn to Griffon-Collar. As you know, Griffon Collar has a large number of mind controllers, and Pence is one. I think they'll agree, because old Griffinhardt also caught a cultist, and according to the description, the three cultists you caught all belong to the Society of the End.

I agree very much with the funeral, and I leave it to you, I can rest assured.

Also, there is good news for the Rams kid. We've healed his leg and he's barely able to walk now. However, his arm has not yet recovered and we are doing our best to treat this poor child. Rurik's savage, ruthless monster broke the child's limbs, and he was dying when we rescued him. However, Rams is in good shape at the moment, and telling Mr. Pixie the good news will give him peace of mind for Zanmir.

By the way, getting a few barrels of ale for the guys of the White Turban Army can be regarded as a reassurance and reward for them.

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"Stop! Get checked! Sneaky! Who are you? "At the gates of Falkenridge, a non-commissioned officer was stopping a young man. The young man wore a black cloak, a scarf around his head, and only two eyes were exposed, and he was dressed like an Ahmad.

"Hey! Great gentlemen! As you can see, I am an Ahmad, and I have come from Tangours to visit an old friend in Falkenridge. Talion Prince's voice was slightly distorted under the scarf.

"You're going to have to make us check, hands up! Take off your cloak and scarf and let us see your face! The non-commissioned officer commanded solemnly.

"Okay, then, sir, how should I untie my scarf and cloak? After all, you ordered me to raise my hands. Tellion asked helplessly.

"Idiot! I... I mean you take off your cloak and scarf first, and then raise your hands! Do you understand? The non-commissioned officer smacked in embarrassment, then a little annoyed.

"Okay, just do what you want." Telion shrugged his shoulders and said.

The non-commissioned officer ordered several soldiers to carefully check some of the wanted portraits, and after the soldiers confirmed that they were not the people on the portraits, they nodded to the non-commissioned officers.

"No problem, but do you have permission to enter the city? Also, you said you came to visit an old friend, do you have an invitation, a letter or something else to prove your identity? The non-commissioned officer asked.

"Falkenridge has never been so rigorous, and it wasn't so cumbersome the last time I was here, sir." Tellion was full of lies, but he looked convincing, and in fact it was his first time in Falkenridge.

"What so much nonsense! There has been a recent presence of cultists in the city, and His Excellency Kiruj Wadden, the Falkenridge Garrison and Chief of Justice, has ordered a strict investigation! ”

"Well, this is my permission to enter the city, this is an invitation letter from the Faspersian salon, and this is a correspondence between me and Grace, the owner of the Faspersian salon." Tellion pulled out a few things like a trick.

A soldier took the things and sent them to the non-commissioned officer for inspection.

"Alright, let's go!" The non-commissioned officer said impatiently.

Tellion made it to Falkenridge. "It seems that it was really right to steal that businessman before, otherwise I really wouldn't have been able to get in!" Tellion thought, then flipped a money bag in his hand.

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"Huh? Brown, I can't find my purse. ”

"Stupid Tom, I guess you threw it to some pretty girl after you got drunk yesterday!"

"No way, I just drank two ales yesterday, and I'm sure I didn't hook up with a girl."

"Hallucination! Hallucination! You must be drunk! We were all drunk. ”

"Okay, okay, but today you please."