I'm always glad to be a gag that plugs the throats of noble houses, even if they bite their elbows! This time the Emperor is on my side!– And yet, involve knowledgeable people from KGM. At the faculty of military criminology, they say, another nugget has appeared. If de Moranjac was killed by witchcraft, I want to know how it happened.‘I daresay our mages can do it too, my thane,’ said Aberlein.“Pride is a crutch for the insecure, my friend. This is Monsieur de Moranjac's office, as far as I remember?I pointed to the sealed door.“Yes, my thane. We decided that while documents are kept there that could turn out to be secret or simply very important, it is worth restricting access to them until the appropriate order.- Who ordered?“Chief Inspector Wolfeld, my thane.- Old dog. You have received the appropriate order. My. “I tore off the signal tapes and entered. No corpses were found in the office, as well as in the small library adjacent to it.Perfect order reigns on a huge expe

The strong eat the weak in the world created by the tenkris, this is our worldview, and no one will disbelieve me of its truth. The army knocked out any illusions about the value of the life of a sentient being from the young thane, and service in the Night Guard consolidated the ability to look at this world soberly. Four years in the hot stuffy jungles of Maldiz, among hundreds of species of poisonous reptiles, in a hotbed of still unknown diseases, surrounded by enemies who secretly want to put a knife in your throat, or traitors leading you into an ambush ... And another seven years of similar madness upon returning to capital.We conquered the Maldis, ransoming each city with a lavish blood offering to the ugly Eastern gods. The empire is always in need of new colonies, all the luxury of Starkrar is created from what we take from the provinces, we call it taxes. I will never forget the senselessness of the faces of those who died from arrows, bullets, spears, extracting these ric

Palace of Law at Scoalt Yard. Or simply the Tower, as it was called by individuals who were not eager to get inside. Biting into the winter sky with a sharp spire, a well-defended gigantic fortress, built of gray slabs produced at the construction enterprises of the hinops. Getting through the high iron gates is much easier than leaving them without permission.The carriage drove not into the main southern entrance, but into the eastern one. We went inside the Tower following the inspector.Noisy work is in full swing in the vast hall. Hundreds of constables move every minute in line to dozens of podiums, behind which sit traffic control officers, taking shifts and issuing assignments for those who are just on their way to duty. The loudest screams signal that one or another patrol is sent on an urgent call for reinforcements. Six out of ten such reinforcements are always in a hurry to the northeastern regions: Koposhilka, Klopovnik, Chern, Gary, Lowlands and Clay. Less often, but ste

We were really lucky, so to speak. After all, Mr. Tuzz lived in Five Fingers Square, in, or rather, under the building of the workers' club. In the hierarchy of capital criminals, he occupied the place of the highest of the lowest. Old Tuzz did not make money deals, did not bribe officials, and did not rush into politics. No, this man led a street army. Performers of all stripes hung around him and got jobs, which Tuzzu in turn was ordered by someone more powerful, but not willing to risk his reputation. Tuzz was in charge of pickpockets, burglars, extortionists, arsonists and street robbers. Street army - night people lived according to his orders. Not all, of course, but in Cherni it was he who was the very spider that sat in the center of the web and pulled the threads, almost a colleague.We entered a spacious, dark hall that smelled of sour beer and covered with soot from the floor to the high ceiling beams. Gas lamps built into the walls dispersed the gloom just enough to avoid

I lifted my head and looked at the ceiling, sooty and cracked plaster.- This is just a sketch, every step of the killer will be confirmed by the army of forensic scientists that Wolfeld will overtake here. Looking back at the corpses, I allowed myself a smile. “Torsh, Wayne, do you know what I like about myself?The subordinates looked with polite attention. Among the netencris there was an opinion, quite fair, that the gentlemen of the Voice love everything in themselves. Confidence in the superiority of his own species over all others fills tenkris from a very young age, he carries this confidence throughout his life and, dying, passes it on to the next generation.“I can quite successfully put my mind off the dead and devote myself to studying the details. What do you think, is it because I am a soulless creature, spitting on other people's life tragedies?Polite silence, feigned misunderstanding on their faces and about the same in the emotional background.- No? Hmm, in the mili