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  • I goofed a bit nearby and entered the viceroy's mansion via the side door directly to my chamber located in the back where Carlos and the guests weren't located.


    And the main event took place at the atrium.


    I needed Carlos to meet them before me because these guests were not high in position, not enough for me to welcome them personally; on the other hand, as the first choice in assis ...

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