An interrogation transcript appeared here for unknown reasons.
| Author | Language | Library | Discovery |
|---|---|---|---|
| Anonymous | Arabic | Basrah | Rainbow Valley |
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Prisoner: My lord, I have repeated these words for the third time...
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Prisoner: No, I didn't, and these are obviously not mine...
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Prisoner: That's just a coincidence, a coincidence! I've never seen these people. Ah...
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Prisoner: I... might have seen them on the ship, but I never talked to them. I have no idea what they were doing.
Prisoner: Yes, I paid the fleet for the travel here. But... I'm just a painter hoping to see the red clay with my own eyes. A spy wouldn't need all these heavy tools... Oh my, are you idiots?
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March 10th, 4: 40 p.m.
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Prisoner: ...
March 12th, 1: 48 p.m.
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Prisoner: Ahem... At that time, I saw a camp outside the cave, and the white powder opened the wounds on my hand. They hurt so much, so when I saw the fire was still burning, I added some wood to it, hoping to clear my wounds with some boiled water.
The winds in the valley that night were too chilly for me to sleep, and I only managed to take a short nap near the morning, right before you people took me here.
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Prisoner: It was a commission from merchants in the city.
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Prisoner: Those are all foreign customers, and they are willing to pay good money. I'm only told to give the completed paintings to the tavern owner.
Prisoner: Yes, it's indeed in Hormuz. It is the nearest port to the island, after all...
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Prisoner: Eh? So I'm really free to go?
Prisoner: As long as I sign here... But... My hand...
Prisoner: How about I press my fingerprint here... Are we good now?
| Keywords | Translated keywords |
|---|---|
| Red Clay | Hematite |
| White Powder | Salt Cave |
| Nearest Port | Around Hormuz |