Chapter 199: One hundred and forty-nine: Conversation (5)_2
Hearing the cry from downstairs, Kadov rounded his desk, pushed open the door, and then he and his guest heard the shouting coming from downstairs.
"Orlando is still so young! What has happened here?"
"We discovered it too late! Damn it!"
Descending the stairs to the hall, Kadov saw the young officer surrounded by several policemen: "It’s Orlando! What’s going on?"
"Chief Kadov, we just came in and found Orlando here, we were just trying to save him," said an officer who had stopped performing chest compressions, panting as he spoke.
"Why did you stop!" Kadov roared loudly.
"It’s a cerebral hemorrhage, chest compressions won’t save this condition, Chief," another officer said, removing his hand from Orlando’s forehead: "It’s too late, Chief, the blood has already filled the entire skull, and my spell formation can no longer have an effect."
"Oh my goddess, what has happened here!" Chief Kadov slapped his forehead, and at this moment, he thought of his guest: "Mr. Mischael, please leave first."
"No problem, Your Excellency, but it seems I’ll have to give another condolence payment as well," Mischael said, skillfully pulling out a checkbook and starting to fill in the numbers.
The morning sun at that moment streamed through the windows, its light and shadows breaking the hall into pieces, and Kadov, standing in the shadows, looked at the young man bathed in sunlight with self-reproach—he had once thought this young man was just a lucky kid who had benefited from others.