Bab 118: Chapter CXVIII - Academia

"Young Master, we cannot get rid of the sludge within the machine. I strongly recommend reaching out to the company and having them send a replacement."

The text message was the last thing Marcus wanted to read. He looked around the empty hallway, dipped into a restroom, and grabbed his wallet out of his backpack, searching for the business card of Agent M.

'Marcus, please, I implore you, do not reach out to that woman!' Iris plead inside his head.

'It's the best option; she'll be coming anyways to set up the replacement pod!' Marcus replied in his head as he dialed the number on her card.

The line rang a few times before connecting, and the woman's voice came through the receiver, "Why hello, Marcus! Great to hear from you again! How can I help you today?"