— We need to order an increase in external security. God knows what our fugitives have told their ghouls. And you, Sergey, increase your vigilance. All new faces in Savoyardi, anyone who asks about us and lingers in the city, must be monitored, and their blood should be under your team's control!
— I'll do it.
The three people in the room relaxed a little. Sergey wanted to speak first, but Eugene beat him to it.
— How are things with the bishop?
— Still no results, — the scout looked downcast, — But there's a plan. We'll put it into action soon, and I hope it works out. Otherwise, we'll have to rely on luck or attack right in the office, hoping that our saliva will erase his memory of the incident, and we can attribute everything to a fainting spell.
— No, it's better not to risk it for now.
— I agree, — Sergey nodded.
— And what about the ore? — Konstantin, having recovered from his nervous breakdown, listened with interest.
— The ore is already in our possession! We got everything today! Our dear mage's caravan was robbed during the day's journey from the city. The guards were killed. The cargo is well hidden in the forest for now.
— Great news! — Eugene rubbed his hands together with satisfaction, — We should be well-armed by winter. On such a pleasant note, we can call it a night! I'll wait for Oleg, but you should go.
Sergey said his goodbyes and left. Konstantin was also initially planning to head to bed, but he remembered a matter and returned to the office.
— Eugene, have you read the proposal about the dogs? — he explained his return, responding to his comrade's unspoken question.
— The one from the guy who raised dogs in our world and wants to start here?
— Yes.
— I've read it, and to be honest, I want to refuse. The animal Mur, after all.
— I also wanted to refuse at first, but with these ghouls… I just love dogs. Why not get some? It's better to have them. If our nature is discovered, it won't make a difference whether we have dogs or not. It's better to have them.
Eugene thoughtfully rubbed his chin.
— I agree in principle. Let him raise them. He wants to breed a specific breed, right?
— Yes.
— Fine. We'll approve it. Faithful companions won't hurt.
— And what about scouts?
— We have a better sense of smell, Kostya, — the man smiled, — We don't need such scouts.
— And small dogs in wealthy and noble households, whose blood we can drink instead of their masters'? — the young man said with a sly smile, observing the reaction of the second triumvir.
— You're a damn genius! How did we not think of that sooner? Pets, especially domesticated ones, are always with their owners, and it's no problem to pet them, plus they are present at many important conversations! — Eugene jumped up and nervously paced the room, — But why only small dogs? What about cats, ferrets, or other pets?
— Doesn't matter. Let Sergey think about it. I want dogs.
— You'll get your dogs! I'll personally ensure it! — The smiling man calmed down and sat down, — Go to sleep, and if any more ideas come to your brilliant head, don't hesitate to share them.
The two triumvirs wished each other a good day. One went to sleep, and the other stayed to work.
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