Mike cradled a green communication cube in his hand within the modest confines of his servant's quarters, which, despite its modest size, was quite luxurious and beautiful.
Vatium's voice echoed through the cube. "How's life in the palace, Mike?"
Mike responded with a light chuckle, "Security's as tight as ever. They don't leave any room for intruders, and the servants undergo rigorous examinations."
"I see," Vatium acknowledged.
"By the way, has Ostusi been given the communication cube?" Vatium inquired, and Mike confirmed with a nod.
"Yes, I handed one to him. He'll probably reach out to you, or you can contact him," Mike replied.
Vatium's tone turned serious, making Mike's nerves tingle. "I need to discuss some important matters with him."
Mike couldn't help but feel sympathy for Ostusi, thinking, 'He's in for a lecture from Vatium. Sorry, Master Ostusi.'
