Chapitre 121: Under Cover of Darkness

"Branch Chief!"

"Hush...!"

Nassar, unable to contain his excitement, stood up to greet Oleg, but Oleg urged him not to draw attention.

"Sit down first, then speak."

"Well."

At Oleg's direction, Nassar joined him in the most secluded spot in the tavern.

Once seated, Oleg did not immediately place the long wooden box on the table but began with a stern admonishment to Nassar.

"Nassar, you're aware of the 'curse' of 'this,' correct?" Oleg whispered.

"I am."

"Good, remember that 'this' is entrusted to you not for use, but for safekeeping. Do you understand my meaning?"

"I do, Branch Chief."

Nassar, suppressing his eagerness, maintained a semblance of composure.

"Lastly, the fewer people who know about 'this,' the better, including your family and lover. You must not mention it to anyone. If they were to find out, it would only bring harm to them, understood?"

"I understand, Branch Chief."