Bab 91: 91 – Pressure

<Silkdale city, mayor's office>

Karl sat in his workroom, facing an officer in a maroon uniform in front of him. The officer, just sitting down, took a deep breath.

"How is it, Sir Hector?" Karl opened the conversation with a big smile. "Did you enjoy your few days here?"

Hector stroked his thick mustache, then sighed. "Well, I find no sign of anyone worshiping Vorn here."

"Good then," Karl responded. "I am grateful that there are no worshipers of that wicked creature in my city."

Hector was silent as he studied Karl's face. "The thing is, some people reported the first appearance of the Vorn worshipers was here in this city. Some have even sold Vorn's attributes openly."

"I told you before, didn't I, sir?" Karl intertwined his fingers under his chin. "I've dealt with people like that. And I'm not too fond of half-measures. If they knew you were coming here, I would have arrested them so you could question them. Unfortunately, I've already 'eliminated' them."