"Hello, your majesty," the caller said, with a voice that was suddenly composed and respectful.Oliver's face twisted with confusion and suspicion. "What is it?" Romeo continued, his tone was still deferential despite the situation."I have booked an appointment with one Mr. Oliver Darbë to meet with you. He intends to strike a deal with you regarding business."Romeo's eyes widened in realization. "I am on my way, I just entered the government complex.""Okay, your majesty."Sliding his phone back into his pocket, Romeo fixed Oliver with a steely gaze. "Next time—""Don't you point your finger at me!" Oliver snapped, slapping Romeo's hand away. "You know what, I don't have time for this. I have better things to do than confront a wizzle like you." With that, he shoved Romeo aside. "Get out of my way," he barked, storming towards the entrance of the government building. As he walked away, he ordered, "Park the cars properly."Romeo watched Oliver's retreating figure, and his face tw

The secretary’s face flushed with anger. He clenched his fists and took a deep breath. “You bloody civilian, are you threatening me?”"SLAP!"The secretary slapped Oliver Darbë so hard across the face that Oliver stumbled backward, nearly losing his balance."What the heck!" Oliver shouted, holding his cheek. "Did you just slap me?""Yes," the secretary snapped angrily. "And I'll do more than that if you don't get out of here right now.""You have no idea what you've just done. The consequences—""SLAP!"The secretary slapped Oliver Darbë again, even harder than before. Oliver’s eyes widened in shock and pain."Soldiers!" the secretary called out, a voice that echoed through the office.The door to the office swung open, and two soldiers marched in, with their boots clicking on the floor. They snapped to attention and saluted the secretary. "You called, sir," one of them said crisply."Oh yes, I called," the secretary replied, still seething with anger. "Can you imagine that this blo

The car pulled up to the grand Davidson mansion, its towering pillars and ornate gates were imposing against the bright sky. Oliver Darbë winced as he tried to sit up, the pain from his injuries made every movement of his very agonizing."Can you help me?" he asked the driver, with a voice that was barely above a whisper. The driver nodded, quickly getting out and coming around to open the back door.Carefully, the driver and the assistant helped Oliver out of the car. He leaned heavily on them, wincing with each step as they made their way up the mansion's long driveway. The front door opened before they reached it, and a manservant stepped out. His eyes widened at the sight of Oliver's battered form."Please, come in," the manservant said, hurrying to support Oliver on his other side. They guided him into the grand entrance hall, its marble floors and chandeliers were very much unlike the rough ordeal he had just endured."Where is Mrs. Davidson?" Oliver asked, his voice was str

The scruffy man straightened up, brushing the dirt off his torn clothes. He met Lars' gaze with a steady, determined look. "That doesn't matter," he said. "What matters is that you were warned, and you chose to ignore it. Now, your actions is going to put you at great risk."Lars took a step back, his mind was racing. He had never seen this man before, yet this man seemed to know everything about him and the secret mission they were on. His hands trembled slightly as he tried to process the situation."How do you know my name? How do you what do mean when you speak of me doing something that I was warned against huh?" Lars demanded, with his voice rising with a mix of fear and anger.The man gave a small, sad smile. "I know a lot of things, Mr. Van Der Meer. And I'm here to stop you before it's too late."Lars felt a chill run down his spine. This was no ordinary man. He took another step back, glancing around at the convoy and his men, who were now watching the scene with confusion

Lars's eyes widened in shock as he realized what Romeo was talking about. He couldn't believe Romeo still remembered the Wrymkugel orb after all these years. The orb wasn't just any old object; it was a powerful and mysterious sphere, about the size of a grapefruit, with strange, swirling patterns on its shiny surface. It seemed to shimmer with different colors, like an oil slick in the light.The orb had a dark legend attached to it. People said that whoever held the Wrymkugel orb could cause chaos and destruction. By simply pointing their arm while holding the orb, they could unleash powerful forces, like creating explosions or tearing down walls. It was a tool of incredible power, and Lars had come across it many years ago when he was still part of a secret group that handled the country's most dangerous missions.Back then, Lars didn't fully understand what the orb could do, so he kept it hidden. He only stole the orb because it was Romeo's prized possession at the time.He th