- So you were in charge.

- No, not me! I say the main thing was Arinthal!

- Again, this mythical Arintal, who allegedly invented everything and who paid you money that you did not find.

- We were attacked and took the money!

- Of course, attacked. Undoubtedly, the attack was organized by Arintal himself.

- No, he was also killed.

“Then why did you find only your bodies on the road?”

- I dont know. His body was taken away ...

- You first say that you do not know, and then that his body was taken away. A bit awkward true, son?

The investigator immediately understood that yesterday’s schoolboy was hiding behind the appearance of a stern warrior. Nagebatiel succumbed to almost all the psychological tricks that the guardian only knew, it was easy to take him out of mental balance.

- Look, first we looked at the girls from the bushes, how they bathed ...

- Hidden amoral behavior affecting a group of people ...

- ... and then we discussed how to catch them, or rather Arinthal told us ...

- Planning a mass kidnapping ...

- ... and wrote a note so that they would come to the haystack and lash out ...

- The abduction of two persons with the use of magic and physical strength ...

- ... and went to the house, and the door there was open ...

- All this is part of an organized group ...

- ... and we went in, and she screamed, but Sokrament immediately knocked her out ...

- Armed attack, abduction ...

- ... went to the bushes, as planned ...

- By prior agreement ...

- but this is he who ordered us! - panicked exclaimed Nagebatil.

The investigator had an ideal, from a certain point of view, life completely filled with his favorite things. He got up in the morning, went to work, interrogated criminals there, then returned home, went into the game and interrogated criminals there too. Thoroughly knowing the laws of both the real world and many virtual states, he grew up here and there to high positions, but at work the main thing was not high salary, but the ability to communicate with various interesting people in one's own way, even though it was not too buddy

- I ordered, son, still you. Read what testimony gives your subordinate:

“I admit that on the evening of July 6, acting as a member of a group under the command of a player, Nubebatil, he abducted three women with the aim of ...”

- Bug, ******* rat!

“So it was.”

- No, it was not me!

- You wrote the note. If everything came up with Arintal, then why didn't he write himself?

- I'm younger.

- Enough. If you honestly confess, then your term will decrease a little. The more you persevere, the worse for you. And so, you can get, say, 600 tons instead of 700.

- 700 tons ?! But it was not me! - The criminal screamed at full throat, but the guards, who were accustomed to such cries, who were standing behind the suspect, did not respond. Only a heavy hand fell on his shoulder, depriving him of the desire to jump up and accomplish something that would increase the punishment. The investigator frowned, but continued the interrogation. He understood that not everything is so simple and his own version is full of flaws. In the bushes, about which all the defendants spoke, were found torn female panties. Nyuhachi confirmed that this is the underwear of one of the stolen, but the smell of the bushes did not go anywhere. Mages found traces of teleportation in a southwesterly direction, towards the Teimar desert with its oases and slave traders. Apparently, the girls were stuffed into bags that masked the smell, dragged to a secluded place and sent to distant lands to live an active sex life. But who did it? Who killed the performers? Too unusual and difficult for domains that prefer to kidnap powerless beggars from the slums or lonely travelers on the roads. New player in the slave market? Someone collects a harem? It is too early to draw conclusions.

The investigator wrote down something on a piece of paper so as not to forget, and continued to ask. Everything was clear with this, but it was necessary to clarify a couple of details for reliability. You can already give materials to the judge. These three boobies were clearly used in the dark, worked and thrown into the iron ticks of justice. It's okay for them to work in the fresh, or not very air, henceforth will be smarter. There were too many among the players who imagined themselves to be the future of Al Capone. They got involved in all possible adventures, robbed, stole, raped, tried to join the Organization and other similar groups. Most deleted accounts immediately after getting to hard labor, no one wanted to hunch up for the sake of saving the character. For many, the thieves' romance of passion ended there. They didn’t know that the one who didn’t go there would never have authority in the criminal world.

Meanwhile, the East Wind experienced not the most pleasant moments of his life. He had to repeatedly reject the claims of outraged workers, pampered by the consumer society in real life and who do not want to work slavishly for the sake of a vague, bright goal in the future.

- When will it end? We've been here for a long time chipping this stone is not clear why. My strength has already risen by 17 points, am I some kind of a miner? Why do I need it?

- Any performance enhancement is helpful.

The wind was calm on the surface, but inside it was getting more and more irritated. Most of all he was angry with Grizzma, who was supposed to listen to all this instead of him. The detective understood that she had escaped because of his threats and now regretted that now there is no one to stop her anger, and the anger was best of all broken in the female anus. It was tight with the organization, there were few women and almost all were inviolable because they belonged to some boss. There were no women among his trainees, but men were getting worse every day from dull, hard and meaningless work for them.

- And how much should I raise it? We have already cleared one floor and what's next? Second? Tenth? Hundredth?

- Do not dramatize. This dungeon is not deep.

The wind believed that it was necessary to clear two or three more floors, but he did not hurry to share his guesses, believing that even angry people would be too much of this. He decided not to be like Parrot and did not kill anyone who argues with him, despite the burning desire to do so, not because of kindness, but out of necessity - there were few hands, but a lot of work. The dead after the rebirth simply fled the city, cursing the Organization and their tormentors. East Wind did not want to make extra enemies.

The worker wanted to object to something, but the front door opened and Parrot appeared in him, pleased with himself, along with a not very confident player who the detective did not know. Before anyone had time to react, Parrot began to give orders cheerfully:

“You go down and call everyone to come here.” If we are lucky, today we’ll all get out of here.

The intern looked around others with disgruntled eyes and went where they sent.

- Who is this?

“This, my friend, is the one who will deliver us from all our problems and the damned Arintala.” He is the magician.

- Easy. - Guest said - I am not a workhorse. If this does not happen quickly, then I will simply fall down. Not such a great service you did to me, Parrot.

- Yes, you just move the stones three times and that's it. At the hour of work maximum. If anything, I have two mana potions.

- Serious you. I'll take potions for myself anyway, even if they are not needed.

- You do your main work, and then put forward the demands.

- But the potions are best to give me. - a rough voice interrupted the conversation and all three turned to the door.

- Who are you? - Wind was the first to speak.

- Santa Claus.

The stranger was an unfamiliar warrior in full armor, resembling a samurai, blocking the doorway. Clothing was definitely designed for battles, and by its appearance it was noticeable that it was already used many times for its intended purpose. Look very unfriendly, ...