"So, that's what happened there..." Mayor Hadwin Seavigor strokes his beard.
"Yes, we afraid that this information should be informed immediately to Highmont's councils to discuss the next steps regarding this Order of the Tenth,"
"Yes, I completely agree with that," he then turns to me, "Now, what about your friend here? What would you do next?"
After the incident last night, I have to cover my left eye with a piece of cloth so it won't cast spells wildly. If one would take a glace at me, they will have the opinion that I am blind in one eye. But people's opinion is not the case. How to get rid this curse?
"The truth is, we don't have any clues either. All that we know that his curse must be controlled first so it won't cause harm on others,"
"I might suggest to interrogate those cult's members about how to remove or at least control his curse. Perhaps they might know something," Hannah Seavigor advises.
"That's a nice suggestion," the mayor adds, "I'll give you the authority to interrogate them as you please,"
"We thank you all for your kindness," we both bent our bodies as to show our sincerity.
"No need to thank us. Davenport is the one who should thank you both for your service," finally the mayor's stern and furious face is now replaced with a kind smile, "I'm sorry for my treatment toweards you in your first visit here. Things were hard back then,"
"No, it's okay sir. We're also too straightforward back then,"
"Ah, sincerity. ASAC's spec ops are known to be the most sincere of the others. Unlike Wevrend's mercenaries, Highmont's snobs, Rockcoast's tricksters.... "
"Husband, please do not badmouth the others in front of our guests," Hannah scolds him politely.
"Ah yes, sorry for that.. Now, you want to interrogate the cultists, right? Hannah, if you would, please be their guide,"
"I understand,"
"Just, wait a moment please," the mayor interrupts, "That dirty piece of cloth is not appealing for a spec ops. Here,"
He gives me an eye patch, "I used to wear this when I was a pirate king. Now I don't use it anymore. Consider it as a personal payment,"
"Thank you so much sir," I proceed to replace the cloth covering my eye with the eyepatch. It looks good.
"Now, please excuse us sir," the mayor answers with a nod, as he is busy reading the papers again.
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We are brought to the Davenport Prison. It looks big and reinforced enough with strong concrete and steel pillars. Prisoners might think twice before breaking out as the surroundings are heavily guarded. The last day at Davenport will be used to interrogate the cultists, now being kept as prisoners for further questioning. We make our way to the interrogation chamber. On the outside, we find someone sitting on the chair, hands and legs are cuffed. Darius. He's accompanied by two bulky guards standing by his side.
"Please go on in, ask him what you need to know,"
"Are you sure? He can cast spells, this security is too minimum for him," Castille got a point.
"We have some spare cuffs for magic wielders. He won't be able to cast anything by them," a guard there informs us. Sounds appropriate enough.
"Oh, it's you the traitor...," Darius's face is full of bruises, "Got the blessing, didn't you?" he sniggers.
"We want to ask you about how to get rid or control this curse, or blessing as you call it. Do you know anything?" Castille begins the questioning.
