who seemed to embody simplicity and kindness would be able to see through the lies of a professional. Well, maybe my skills are just a bit rusty already. I haven't worked as a spy since my officer promotion in the Guard. He admonished himself in his mind.
-Even more so.- The boy shook his head.-I haven't seen anyone yet who's capable of deceiving her. It doesn't matter what it's about, she always knows someone is lying.-He smiled amused by some memory that might have illustrated his aunt's resoluteness.-Anyhow, master will see for himself. Of that I am sure.
Darius looked at his pupil and found that he really wasn't lying and was completely honest. Very interesting. I wonder if this could be related to the dragoness's history, or is it some kind of innate sense she has? He thought he would ask her about it if he had the chance.
They walked out into the square where Draco lived. There was no one to be seen at the fountain in the middle, and the windows of the nearby tenements were dark despite the early hour.
-Is it always this quiet here?- Bleist was interested.
-Depends ,- murmured Draco.-It's usually not so quiet, but that may have something to do with the opening of several shops and branches in our district. More often than not, it just means an extra opportunity to have fun, but it's rare that there's no one here.- He added looking towards the fountain. Darius knew perfectly well what his protégé meant. He too didn't like that Pircea's people had disappeared so suddenly.
They approached the door, Draco breathed deeply, looked into his master's eyes and opened the door with a flourish.
-I'm back, auntie!- He darted towards where the living room was.-We have a visitor.- He added when Bleist closed the door gently.-Are you here, auntie?- The dragon moved ahead, not paying attention to anything in the hallway. Darius did notice, however, that some things were lying out of place. However, as they approached the living room, just as Draco had said, the smell of freshly
