Charles said, "I didn't expect you to be a philosopher!"
The Golden Ram Herolf felt something was amiss, but upon recalling the successfully concluded Magic Contract, he regained his confidence and laughed heartily, saying, "I didn't think either, that you could remain so calm when death is at your doorstep."
"Where is my Queen Bee?"
"If you return it, I might consider sparing your life."
Charles helplessly said, "Mister Herolff, you don't need to consider it anymore. I can't hand over the Queen Bee; it's not in my possession. You must have inquired about it, the Queen Bee is docked at..."
The Golden Ram Herolff sneered, cutting him off, saying, "Of course I know, the Queen Bee is docked at 699 South Sevantes Riverside Street, the residence bestowed upon you by Emperor Inglima XV, Alfred Guillaume."
"How else do you plan to deceive people?"
"Mr. Charles Meklen, please share your newly fabricated tale."
