ANYA BAIWA CE

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She walked cautiously, occasionally glancing behind her to avoid running into anyone or being seen. What she had learned was important, and she was determined to deliver the news or make good use of it. As she entered the central attic, she noticed a man there and quickly retreated, her heart pounding as if she had just finished a race. The man looked at her and smirked, his words laced with amusement, "Comet... Dust, you look quite agitated. Where are you rushing off to in such a hurry, turning this way and that?" She turned her gaze to the ground, her voice trembling as she replied, "The house is like a ship sailing in a sea of troubles, and I'm just a speck of dust trying to rise. But I'd rather keep my mouth shut like a chicken." "That's Ambassador Kubura," he said eagerly, leaning in to hear more. "It's never a dull moment with her. Tell me what's going on." Sunkuyowa patted his shoulder and said, "Even if you shake a lotus flower, the one afraid of death remains a fool." The man understood the ambassador's intentions and reached into his pocket, producing some coins, which he handed to her, saying, "You're just a pregnant woman, so don't forget yesterday's gift.