บท 396: No Time To Live

Mauro stands firm in front of the fire place in his small commanding room, filled with the nauseous mixed scent of human sweat and dried blood with more than a dozen people pecked together standing closely. The fire place, as a contrast to the pitch dark winter night outside the windows, glowing with its bright golden flames, bring some extra warmth to the already hot enough room making people sweat even more inside their inner clothing and armours. But that certainly does not matter a lot any more, as again, Mauro and his gang now has a bigger problem to deal with. 

"So, please allow me to ask you this question, 'master ambassador', what is your name?" Mauro asked in a weird tone trying to flame the man kneeling before him. "Do you care to enlighten me, just like what you have done in the past weeks, please?"