Three Mysterious Prisoners
Back from the cell, Leon watched. The finance minister kept ducking, trembling through the bars - frozen in place by fear. Deadline given. Silence followed.
A flicker at the edge of his vision made Leon turn his head slightly.
The closest watchman snapped upright without delay.
"You," Leon said, voice calm but edged with command. "From today onward, this minister is in your care. He will get everything he needs - but not more than he asks."
Fist pounding his chest, the guard spoke. "Yes, Your Majesty."
"Provide him with any ledgers, scrolls, and documents he requests," Leon continued. "Send people to his house. Bring every ledger, sealed chest, and hidden compartment he points to. I don't want a single book or coin vanishing on the way."
