Losa 11 naturally knew all of this.
As the other party hung up the phone, the eleventh-in-line heir to the Losa Family knelt to the ground and began to pray.
He was praying for success for Roslor and Pers.
It must be a success!
If successful, I won't eat meat for a year, I won't eat fish for a year, I won't eat sweets for a year...
Losa 11 began making vows.
Meanwhile, at some location, "The Planner" pulled out a remote and pressed it slowly.
Bang!
Clang!
Pers kicked the door in front of him with force. The untenable wooden door directly hit the wall inside the room and rebounded back, with Roslor quickly steadying it.
"I think we should be a little quieter."
Roslor, the doctor, said tactfully.
"If I could, I'd be tactful too,"
"But we're short on time."
Pers said as he rushed into the room.
On seeing the ventilation duct above his head, he sighed with relief.
The first step was a success!
Next was to go through the exhaust duct into the place where the bomb was!
