Wedraxia was a powerful professional who had lived until Netheril's late period. He had certainly died later than Dolush, the God Seat Archmage who had "died young," so the identification code in Punk's possession was indeed valid.
Although Wedraxia had only been a minor Formal Level Mage when Netheril's main legions were annihilated, as a reasonably talented spellcaster, he had unquestionably been a first-class legal citizen of the Netherese Civilization. According to Netherese laws at the time, first-class citizens of Netheril had the right to enter and leave any non-classified city at will. Therefore, Punk was certainly qualified to enter the construct empire on the Half-Mechanical Eye using Wedraxia's identification code.
But the problem now was... where had this warrior's identification code come from?
"I do have the ability to go to Dolush's Eye, so long as its classification level does not exceed the access authority of a Formal Level Spellcaster. But how are you going to solve the problem of your identification code, Baron Bisadas?"
Deliberately emphasizing the mad knight's true identity, Punk waited for Kane's answer.
"You're asking me? Of course I'm getting in with an identification code too. Could I possibly storm God Seat defensive facilities without one? As for where my identification code came from... heh heh, Ms. Ktarolan and I haven't worked together all these years just by chatting idly. In fact, my current identity in the Half-Mechanical Eye's database is that of a perfectly legitimate Formal Level Mage of the Evocation school—Jack Filoda! And let me add, I'm no fraud. My current spellcasting ability might even surpass what you could do back when you were at Formal Level!"
Noticing Punk's somewhat strange gaze, the shameless mad knight nearly lost control and began boasting again. Although comparing his "Bright Moon stage spellcasting ability" with someone