“My Lord…we have more news regarding Belmont.”
“Hmm?” Basille looked up from a piece of paper he was studying that had a strange diagram on it with runes and a sigil. Kysenia was next to him and was writing on another piece of paper calculating something out.
Basille regarded the man, with two foot long horns protruding from his temples, like Gazelle horns, as he ran in and bowed. “This better be good…I’m right in the middle of something extremely important.”
The man bowed lower. “Yes, my Lord.”
“Very well.” Basille put the paper down and folded his arms, leaning a hip onto the table beside him. Kysenia looked up curious.
“We have been busy hacking servers, as you instructed, looking into Belmont and Rubinski and they have both just shown up on an airlines passenger list. It seems the
