Asking the wrong angel. Right. So, it wasn't this blacksmith he should be asking at all it seemed. Odd. Didn't this angel have stocks? Balthazar would have to ask the main man regarding the state of the famed angel gut rot. To the villa he would go.

"Right, well, I won't waste anymore of your time. Maybe you can go back to hammering things."

A sassy remark and the angel finished the conversation with Bee and decided to teleport to the villa and find the famed "king." A moment later and Balthazar was standing outside the rather luxurious residence just taking in the Roman-Greco deco. Very nice indeed.

"Hello? I can't seem to find a bell so I am assuming I can summon your kingly-ness all by myself?"

He stood with his hands tucked in his jeans pockets as he stepped inside the rather grand entrance.