Two more days passed.
Danitz went out early that morning to gather information and contact Vice Admiral Iceberg along the way, while Lorne put on a simple disguise and went alone to King Roy's home.
Following the address he remembered, he knocked on King Roy's door.
Knock, knock, knock.
The man who opened the door wore tasteful clothes for lounging at home and gold-rimmed glasses.
"You?" A flicker of barely concealed surprise crossed King Roy's face when he saw that his visitor was Lorne.
Why was it him again? And he actually dared to go out at a time like this-didn't he know about the rumors circulating in the city lately?
Despite his surprise, King Roy maintained his good manners, stepped aside, and invited Lorne in.
"Would you like something to drink? Coffee or black tea?"
"Coffee, thank you."
Before long, a cup of fragrant coffee was served.
Before Lorne could speak, King Roy leaned back on the sofa, adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, and adopted a joking tone.
He spoke first. "Brando, you haven't come because you're having trouble digesting your potion and want my advice, have you?
"Heh, don't tell me you've already finished digesting that Lucky One potion."
He had expected an embarrassed smile or a denial.
Yet after a brief silence, Lorne looked at him and nodded in all seriousness.
The smile on King Roy's face froze instantly.
He instinctively rose from the sofa and even took two steps back, putting some distance between himself and Lorne, his eyes filled with shock.
He seemed to regret selling the Sequence 7 potion to the man before him.
Although Lorne had claimed to have digested most of the Lucky One potion right after drinking it last time, this was still-
King Roy took a deep breath and forced himself