"Strange... Not here?"
The door had been knocked on for half a minute without any response. The man standing at the door was wondering whether there was anyone inside when he gently pulled open the door, only to freeze in place at the sight of the gun barrel sticking through the gap.
Cold sweat broke out instantly, and the man quickly raised his hands to show he meant no harm, then took a quick glance at the staircase at the end of the hallway.
"No, don't be agitated... Brother, I'm one of General Absek's men."
With the Centurion pistol pressed against his chest, the Old Soldier asked coldly.
"Where did you hear my name?"
The man's words came out fast.
"Mr. Bennott sent a telegram... We somewhat know that the messenger coming here is called Pangolin. Isn't that your name?"
"Your name?"
"Anvo... Even if I told you, you wouldn't know."
"Heh, how do you know I don't know you." Upon hearing the name, the Old Soldier gave a meaningful smile and slowly lowered the gun.
