[Please Kill Eugene Hall, he has betrayed us. Glory to the Dark Moon! I have been ordered by god to take the seat of the next leader.]
"What the fuck?"
Leaning back on a chair, Luka muttered as he flipped open a paper that had reached him through a bird.
The large room that he sat in had a few people around, all of them on their knees as they faced the direction Luka sat in.
Near him were the two princesses, more of the kneeling men doing their best to fan them in the heat.
"Hey, Mr. Keith, I got this weird letter."
Keith, dropping down a bag of money, walked over to the man and snatched the letter from his hands.
"Huh. I guess that glasses guy let his intrusive thoughts win."
"Should I keep this for that bastard? I can probably blackmail some data out from him."
"You should, it is your right."
Luka laughed at his words.
"Were you swiping some money? Go ahead, take it."
"You don't need to tell me, brat."
