A red cube vibrated and Lord Rudyard picked it up and infused his mana into it to receive the call. He is a man in his late forties, though he looked like there were still many years left of his prime. His face was long, and it was far more rigid today than any other. Sitting on the chair, he answered the call.
"Lord Rudyard," a voice came from the cube. "Through the tracking, we have found out it was still within the bounds of the tenth floor."
"You do not need to use the tracking device to know that," Lord Rudyard said in a rigid voice. The item had only been stolen about an hour ago. How could they smuggle it outside so fast. Moreover, the tracker he had put was not working like he would have thought.
