Thump!
The goblet smashed heavily onto the floor, rich and aromatic golden liquid splashing all around. Montezuma III, wearing his crown, sternly questioned his city officer, "Why did the Church of Truth's delegation appear in the city? Who let them in?"
City Officer Pars shivered, his signature was on the document, it was obvious that Montezuma III knew about this matter, but he had to feign ignorance to exert pressure and issue orders because too many ministers were involved.
As long as the city officer, chancellor, and other ministers were willing to take the hint and drive out people like Ganchalov from the city, nothing would happen. Tomorrow morning everything would be as if it were all good for you and me.
Pars understood, he also knew how to calm Montezuma III's anger, it's just that...
"Your Majesty, there is no delegation from the Church of Truth in the city," Pars said with a trembling voice, "they are workers, hired by the Bruto Company."
