บท 141: Chapter One Hundred Forty One

The sound of paper brushing against paper was almost the only thing that echoed through the room as an unknown man skimmed through the contents of a report that he'd been given. A few weeks ago, he'd made an investment in a force of one thousand wolves and ended up losing more than half that number. And all for what, a beaten-up spy that has barely spewed any information that can help me get closer to my goal," he mumbled to himself while he went through the papers. 

Just then there was a knock at the door and he allowed his visitor entry. The door creaked open and a large man walked, wiping his hands clean with a handkerchief that he placed into his pocket. His shirt, however, still showed the slightest stains of blood, "Give me some good news," the seated man, who was clearly in charge and in fact the rogue king, asked.