Bab 243: Monke Kalm

"Oh shit. Oh fuck. Oh shit. Oh fuck…" A string of curses left the mouth of my guest as I continued to sip some coffee from my mug. The man was pacing back and forth, eyes wide in trepidation, while his body shook ever so slightly. He then directed his eyes at me, who was calmly drinking my coffee in peace.

"Calm down, Daniel. The more you worry, the more wrinkles you will have when you get older." I said to the Reclused spy, who in turn ran his mouth.

"Calm down? Calm down!? How am I supposed to calm down when a literal shitstorm is happening outside your Dungeon!?" Daniel practically screeched in front of my face. "Wait, what day is it today?"

"If I'm not mistaken, June 21." I replied, and the spy paled.

"Oh no. It's starting." Daniel plopped down on the chair he had been provided. He went silent for a moment as I observed his every move. Finding the silence intolerable, I tapped the desk with my finger.