its movements.
-To the thirty-first floor, please.- The soldier merely nodded and, without waiting for more passengers, activated the rune circle. The symbols on the floor glowed with a soft green light and the platform moved. Darius did not like the feeling of the platform moving and was a little surprised. As it turned out, Draco didn't find this style of travel very interesting either, because the mage noticed a slight look of concern on his face. The lobby quickly disappeared from view, and they began to ascend, having the opportunity to observe the successive floors of the pagoda. It was somewhat surprising that all the floors above the ground floor were identical. Each of them was crossed by three straight corridors connecting staircases and lifts. The interior walls reached halfway up each floor and were made of waxed paper covered with fancy patterns. From experience, Bleist knew that despite their delicate appearance, they were stronger than steel and made it impossible to eavesdrop on the conversations taking place inside. The only thing that changed on each floor was the number of customers and messengers. The higher they went, the fewer there were, and the guests looked richer and more distinguished.
When the lift finally stopped and the guard informed them that they were on the right floor, they stepped out into an empty corridor, except for the guards standing by the lifts and those on duty at the intersection of the corridors on that floor. As soon as they were out of the lift, it began to descend. Darius adjusted his belt slightly and looked around. He always tried to take the same lift here because all the corridors looked identical and he simply did not want to get lost. When he spotted the door to his banker's office, he approached it and knocked gently on the wooden frame. The door opened almost immediately, and an elderly man stood there, his green robe clinging to his prominent belly. As usual, there was a broad smile on his friendly face, and his sharp eyes tried to see something hidden.
