Aglaja will surely find one of her attendants to take care of Petr before she leaves. I don't think it's a good idea for me to stay either.
We've already figured out who the agent traitor is. If you missed the riddle, please read this post.
After thinking about the responses each agent gave me, I have come to the conclusion that the one behind the theater is most likely the traitor. But I need to be completely sure that I have the right man...
I still have the coat and mask that Burakh asked me to get for him. He hasn't sent me another letter and he never mentioned any meeting spot.
It's a bit risky, but if I put these on and act like I'm one of the other agents, maybe I can get a straight confession out of him?
: So what? Do we have to run already? Where are you from, by the way?Bachelor: From the Lands.
The Knots: Let's leave together. I'm afraid of this fanatic, the Bachelor. You will see, as he'll soon rat us out to the Inquisitor. It's a shame I didn't manage to get him killed.
Bachelor: Aha! I'm that fanatic you speak of. Caught you now! Guards!
The guards dragged the traitor back to the Cathedral. After talking some more with the guard captain, I followed after them.
: Ask.Bachelor: Where is the traitor? Did you hold a trial already? In such a short time?
Aglaja: An accident happened. It is really a pity to me, that something so unlucky happened. I was going to interrogate the agent tonight. However, I think he knew he was trapped and that we knew he was guilty, and so he committed suicide.
Bachelor: God, I don't want to know about it. Once is enough for one day.
I need some rest. Burakh will have to send someone to Eve's house if he wants the costume. It's not really of any use to me now anyway.
: I have prepared everything. What is your wish, master?Bachelor: What are you doing here?
Aijan: I'm Aijan, a dancer from the Boisa clan. I was sent by Andrei to look after this house and serve you.
Bachelor: How useful...
Well, at least there's someone that makes sure the bed is made and the house is warm. I just hope Andrei isn't trying to drown out the memory of Eve with women and twyrine tonight.
Before I went to bed, I wrote in my diary and made some sketches. I tried to improve on my visor, but I just couldn't focus on it. My thoughts were full of the intrigues and tensions I've witnessed today. I ended up just sketching whatever came to mind.
I woke up a bit past midnight, feeling restless again. I was feeling fine physically but very frustrated about how the day had turned out. Everything started so well but toward the end of the day everything just fell to pieces. I fear that all my efforts will turn into nothing.
I needed some fresh air. I decided to repeat my strange habit of visiting Young Vlad and the Theater before resuming my sleep.
:
You probably have many questions, but all of them have to wait. Except
for one. It cannot be postponed, and we have already lost too much time.
Your visit to the Apiary... You better get it over with at once.Bachelor: What are you talking about?
Young Vlad: I have received some new information from one of my informers. A rather reliable source, even though he is a Worm. He says that there is a stream of fake panacea coming from the Apiary. Let me sincere, I have a direct interest in this matter. That's why I'm asking for your help. This concerns you too.
Bachelor: What are these interests of yours?
Young Vlad: My kind friend Burakh, whose opinion is actually the most authoritative about this, asserts that at best about fifteen portions of genuine panacea can be produced right now. That's obviously not enough for the whole town. I'm interested to get them into... good hands.
Bachelor: Are you sure that the true panacea exists?
Young Vlad: Yes, since yesterday. I have double-checked it. The Inquisitor is already away of everything, but the information is still kept from the townspeople, for obvious reasons.
Bachelor: What do you know about the ones making these panaceas?
Young Vlad: These bastards have been using your honest name. They say that it is your recipe. I don't know exactly what they do in there, but your name is enough to some naive people. Also, the history with the heart is already known in some narrow circles.
Bachelor: The heart was cut out by Burakh. I have nothing to do with that.
Young Vlad: Well, anyway. They get living hearts. At the moment the Apiary is full with such 'material'. Then they prepare the medicine right in front of the customers.
Bachelor: So all this goes on inside the Apiary only?
Young Vlad: My informer told me that they brew the fake panacea in some small room in what is called the Long Case. He did not see them himself.
Bachelor: I will look for them and put a stop to this. I will need a new map as well. But after that I have some questions for you.
It seems like the southeast areas are fairly clear today, but the west part is pretty much a death-trap. Getting to and from the Cathedral might be a bit tricky. Overall, though, it could have been much worse and I'm sure we can manage today as well.
The Pantomime for day 7 (VIDEO)
I understand the ways of the stars. The logic of numbers is known to me.
Yes, mistress.
A solid body drowns in water. That's the law. Life falls to ashes and rises again. That's the law.
That is so, mistress.
You may fool around with anybody, but me. The emissary of the mighty Authorities. I know how this world was built. I know how life is in it. I know the laws it exists by. Everything was planned. Simple, strict and straight.
True, mistress, everything was planned so.
Let it be said, it is not the end of the world. Just an epidemic. Disturbed adequacy. The law will prevail. I will restore the balance. Not everything is lost yet. I know where to look for the root of this evil.
Summary: The agent we turned in was the correct one, but he seemed to have had a sudden accident. Cough, cough. Well, at least he won't be messing with us anymore. But if Aglaja is prepared to go that far for a simple criminal, what will she do to Maria, Petr and the others?
Day 8 points us toward the recently open Apiary, which should prove interesting.
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