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Thud, thud, thud.
A sudden knock at the door interrupted the sullen man's momentary puzzlement upon seeing the cotton ball. He immediately shifted his gaze and turned his head toward the direction of the knocking.
After a brief sensing of the aura at the doorway, he walked to the door and unlocked the padlock.
A man, clothed in a dark-hooded robe with half of his face hidden in the shadow of the hood, stood at the door, somewhat displeased with the slow response, "Why did it take so long to open the door?"
"I am not your servant, Dumon," the man inside the room furrowed his brows, evidently in a foul mood, "Don't take The Saint's fleeting favor too seriously."
