"...making me an errand boy, who does he think he is?"
Luckily, the best-case scenario happened and only one scholar entered the archives – a rather annoyed balding man with blue hair who grumbled to himself while walking to the leftmost cabinet.
He rummaged through it for a second before taking out a thin stack of papers and leaving the archives without closing the door.
"..."
It was a problem for the girl, she wanted to curse at the slovenly man but she stopped herself.
Making noise at that moment would be plain stupid, it was far better to wait things out.
"Here."
The voice of the blue-haired man reached the ears of the cautious girl.
"Than... what the hell is this? I told you to get me the report about implanting the sun's thorn into a peasant!"
"And?"
Another man said and his tone turned hostile to which the annoyed man scoffed.
"And? Can't you read? You brought me a contract with the head of the Derizno family, you dimwit!"
"!!!"
