When Kazimir spoke again to the workers by the table, his voice had taken on a warm note beneath its distinctive rhythm. "Don't be nervous, friends who safeguard this city's beauty."
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"I'm here to help you solve your problem."
"If you can provide more clues about those undead, I think you'll be able to drink this cup of wine with greater peace of mind, without worrying that something that shouldn't be there might crawl inside."
Under the influence of [friends], a momentary haze and relaxation appeared in the bearded worker's eyes, and his attitude immediately softened.
"Oh... ahem, of course. You don't look... like a bad person." The bearded worker scratched his head, seemingly finding the red-skinned fellow before him a little more pleasing to the eye. "I saw it near the old laboratory site by Blackwater Ditch."
"That ghostly thing was rummaging through materials at our workshop. Then it heard something and ran deeper into the sewers through the third drainage pipe. And last night, I wasn't the only one who saw it—there were others, more than one even."
The third drainage pipe...
Group activity...
Kazimir nodded thoughtfully. This information was extremely valuable.
If undead creatures were gathering in groups, then someone had to be pulling the strings behind them.
As the faint glow of the spell faded, the bearded worker's brief friendliness vanished with it, replaced by the fury of having been fooled.
"You damned red-skinned devil! What did you just do to me?"
Kazimir had long anticipated his reaction. He had already pulled out a handkerchief to cover his nose, his brows twisting together in distaste. "Your breath is