In a remote, open area within the Black Salt Mine, a man in charge was answering a call on a special device aboard a hover-transporter.
"Hello? Yes, this is Richie!"
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"Go back immediately? But no one from Vincent's side has come to pick up the young master's gift yet!"
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"Yes. If it's the young master's order, I'll move out at once."
Richie hung up and glanced at the beautifully dressed female Lizard-man sitting obediently in the back of the transporter. With a sigh of regret, he told the pilot to fly back to the manor.
In the past, whenever he came here, a Lizard-man would make contact before long. He had no idea what was different today; he'd been waiting for ages, and no one had shown up. If it weren't for the young master's direct communication with the Lizard-men, he would have thought they had all pulled out!
'Have the Lizard-men had a falling out with us? No way! Haven't we been cooperating just fine all these years?'
