190 Chapter One Hundred and Ninety – Reporting! I Mean, Drinking! 4yr

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The goblet was full of a rich red wine, shimmering like ruby under the silvery magical lighting, scattering a few crimson rays about the room. Errant accepted it smoothly, and took a drink without hesitation after briefly tinking the crystal goblet against that held by the cowled man before him.

They swallowed together, smacked their lips, and lo, nothing could be held against them for what might be said while under the power of the grape. Errant really had to appreciate the practical side of working for a god of Justice.

"Those family and friends of yours have been extremely busy," Inquisitor Master Divez, one of the most feared men in the city, murmured in an off-handed manner, fully able to play this part to the hilt. He numbered many, many Valusar among his acquaintances, as well as Aethrans, Tiirithar, and Nuavans, and his 'loose lips' had been the downfall of many, many people who needed to fall down, and who he was largely powerless to move against openly.

"They are industrious," Errant agreed. "There is half a dozen goldweight a night vanishing in my house as they burn away the proof of having done anything. That is a horrifying sum of wealth, and they are alway