The Department of Three Refusals has been reformed!

A motley line had been crowded at the doors of General Webman's reception room since early morning: cloned farmers, hereditary alchemists, and owners of half-ruined castles stood in it. Everyone was puzzled - the payments from the active players' fund, which were supposed to arrive the day before yesterday, never arrived.

It turned out that everyone had their own reasons for refusing: someone's clone was hungry, someone's house had fallen apart, and someone else was keeping an unrepaired architectural wonder in the principality. But the most annoying thing was that the refuseniks learned about each reason in turn, day after day, eliminating one, only to learn about another the next day. Such a system drove even the most patient peasants crazy.

When the report reached General Webman, a storm began in the office.

" What kind of farce is this?! " he exclaimed, slamming the folder so hard that plaster fell from the ceiling. " Have you hired jesters instead of scribes?"

The office manager turned pale.

- Allow me... I...

— Shut up! Instead of giving a list of reasons right away, what are you doing? One by one! Like a doctor who tells a patient one finger a day where he has a fracture! You send clones back and forth as if they were your lackeys in a boarding house!

- But we...

— I said shut up! Fix it. Immediately.

By the evening, shaking with fear, the Manager updated all the refusal forms from the active players' fund. Now, when refusing:

- A full list of all reasons is provided,
- A warning has been added if the account does not currently meet the requirements and will not receive a payment in the future.

Now everything is visible at once: what is broken, what is hungry, what miracle awaits restoration. Fix, feed, clean up - and get your rightful gold without surprises.

The clones are calm - order has been restored. Webman is stern, but pleased with the result.