Wrong Target

"This is no time to lose focus," Duke Macheze firmly said to Urien but the anger in his voice had died down a lot. "We will soon run out of time."

"I will keep that in mind, Your Grace," Urien responded; not lifting his gaze even once.

"You are dismissed."

With that said, Urien bowed and walked out of the Duke's working chamber.

Right outside the chamber, one young man promptly approached Urien. "What did His Grace say?"

Urien briefly glanced at the closed door and then said, "We will have to continue the search as it is now."

The man frowned at Urien's response. "But you know it's useless. It's been two days and it's the same as looking for a needle in a haystack. We need more men and more open methods if we want our efforts to bear fruits."

"Mighel," Urien muttered and said, "When have we ever cared about our opinion? All we have to do is follow the order."