"Lord Darius!"
A man who looked in his late fifties welcomed Darius.
"How is our plan progressing?" Darius asked.
The man ran his hand over his expensive suit out of habit before answering.
"We have caught five in the last month."
Darius's brows scrunched up hearing that. "What? Only five? What am I going to do with only five?" His voice rose by an octave.
Unlike his father, Darius was more volatile.
"We can not do anything about it, Lord Darius. We have to be careful now. The word is spreading fast. Besides it is hard to get our hands on the trap." The man replied calmly.
He was centuries older than Darius and had the experience of his existence that made Darius respect him. His wiseness was evident in the way he spoke deliberately.
Darius fisted his hands.
"Fine! But you also know that this current progress is not enough to achieve my great goal." Darius said frustratingly.
The cries around him now did not sound pleasant to his ears, rather they began irritating him.