The secret police headquarters is located across the road from the third exit in the West District, surrounded by a courtyard wall of bluestone bricks. From the outside, one could only see about three buildings, each around five or six stories high.
The vehicle stopped in front of the large metal gate, where a guard came over with Durin's Model 11. He took out something that resembled a tree branch and waved it in front of Fischer, nodding after confirming there were no issues, "Boss, welcome back."
This was an anti-illusion branch, a tender shoot plucked from an ancient oak, imbued with materials, it could effectively break illusion spell formulas.
"Has anything happened at home while I was out, Percy?" Fischer asked with a smile.
"Nothing, boss." After replying, the slightly overweight human guard turned and lifted his hand.
The human guard in the watchtower nodded, then he walked to the other side and shouted loudly, "The boss is back, open the gate."
