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... Rose Windmill Cabaret was filled with angry voices.
Just half an hour ago, people had been dancing, singing, and shoulder to shoulder, but now they were quarrelling, raising their voices, making insulting gestures.
The police operation this time had not been notified in advance, not even to the manager, Bouvalle, let alone the sponsor, Viscount Mustung.
To enter a building owned by nobles, it was a principle to obtain prior consent.
Even if it was an urgent matte ...
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