In the dim underground chamber, Shireck's elderly council member personally held a torch, walking along the somewhat damp corridor until he reached the end.
Here, there was an ancient wooden door, which he pushed open. A middle-aged man was already waiting inside the room.
Seeing someone enter, the middle-aged man got to his feet and bowed respectfully, saying, "My Lord! You have arrived."
The old man waved his hand, signaling the other to dispense with the formalities, then asked somewhat urgently, "How goes the task I assigned to you?"
"My Lord, it's not an easy task," the middle-aged man began hesitantly, reporting: "Assassinating such a figure isn't so simple."
"I know, of course I know it's not easy. If it were, would I have to inquire about it personally?" The old man hung the torch on the wall and found a relatively clean spot to sit down.
