If you do not need my product, what we have here?

 If you do not need my product, what we have here? 
  Personal Secretary of the Emperor coldly waited, and Devers reluctantly added: 
  - ... Sir? 
  - To talk privately - the Secretary said. - Do I 
done in the way of two hundred parsecs, in order to admire 
gewgaw? I just wanted to see you, - he took out of the decorated 
engraved pink pill boxes, clutch between the teeth and receives 
passion suck. - Say, for example, who are you? Do you really 
citizen of a barbaric world, which started a whole leapfrog? 
  Devers nodded with dignity. 
  - You really captured, once started, the squabbles, 
called the war? 
  Devers nodded again. 
  - Excellent, my dear stranger! I can see you are no different 
eloquence. I will facilitate your task. It seems that our general 
leads, and very active, quite senseless war over tiny mirok, 
located at the edge of uncertainty, for which a reasonable man, and shot 
not do. Meanwhile, the general was not unreasonable. Instead, he 
very level-headed people. Do you understand me? 
  - I can not say that, sir. 
  Secretary inspected his fingernails and said: 
  - Okay, listen more. General for a glory not send people 
to death. Yes, he spoke about the glory and honor of the Empire, but it is clear 
that he did not reach the heroic demigod Iron Age. His worries are not 
only the glory, or else he would not be such a strange and somewhat 
inappropriate care of you. If you were in captivity, and I would say 
me just a little, as they said, General, I would vsporol your stomach and choking 
you would your own guts. 
  Devers remained unemotional, only looked at Molodtsov with 
blasters. Those were ready for action, they are not even anxious. 
  The Secretary of the Emperor smiled. 
  - Oh, you dumb devil! The general said that you did not even probe 
takes. He said it is in vain, he gave himself to the head, now I do not believe 
none of his word - Brodrig was in high spirits. 
  - My honest trader - he continued - my own 
psihozond, which should cause your reaction. Take a look ... 
  Imperial Secretary to keep two fingers, casually, a few 
covered with pink and yellow divorce paper rectangles, the appointment 
which was obvious. 
  - It looks like money - said Devers, and guess. 
  - This is the money, the best money in the empire, secured by my 
estates that are large than the estates of the Emperor. One hundred thousand 
credits. Here they are, in my hand. And all of you! 
  - For what, sir? I traded in whole life and I know that the trade - the case 
mutual. 
  - For what? For the truth. What wants to General? Why is it war? 
  Lata Devers sighed and smooth beard thoughtfully. His eyes followed 
movements of the hands of the Secretary, to count money. 
  - He fights for the Empire. 
  - Phi! How banal! In fact, all fighting for the Empire. What 
Specifically, he seeks? Which road leads away from the edge of the world, to the throne 
Empire? 
  - The Fund - with bitterness in his voice began Devers - is secret. The Fund 
a lot of old books, those old ones that only about understanding the language in 
which they are written. All of this coated mist of religion and rituals, so that 
no one can penetrate the secrets of the Fund. I tried and I am here and there 
I was waiting for death. 
  - Got it. So what secrets? Over a hundred thousand, I have the right to some 
details. 
  - Transmutation of elements - Devers said briefly. 
  Secretary screw up one's eyes and lost the diffuse type. 
  - I heard it's almost impossible to implement Transmutation. 
  - If you use the interatomic forces. And our ancestors were subtle 
guys. They were more powerful forces than the interatomic. If the Fund 
implemented with the help of transmutation of the force ... 
  Do Deversa suck a spoon. Hook abandoned fish prepared 
swallow the bait.