บท 372: The Address

Dr. Mord turned his body towards us, which his hands smacked his thighs. "There's a specific location they've set up," Dr. Mord informed. "They want to make sure that not all, but some people are there."

"Well, what places are like that?" Greg asked. "In all honesty, any agency usually originates from that country, unless there's some spy mage festival that I don't know about."

"Think for a moment. Now I'm not sure what the whole situation is, but I'm sure it could definitely attract a whole lot of other agencies," he said, nodding. I turned to look at Greg. He looked at me in return, sparking a thought in my head that was smart—but uncomforting.

"Us?" I asked.

He snapped his fingers and pointed both fingers at me. "Bingo," he celebrated. "You guys are the main attraction of the MSTO. I'm not surprised you guys haven't been caught yet. But if they find out that you're back in France—"