[Three...Four...Five...Six...]
Cole stood slightly dazed at the door of the room Motan had booked, counting time silently although he had no idea what the gentleman he was serving was thinking about.
[Sixteen...Seventeen...Eighteen...Nineteen...]
Twenty seconds passed in a flash, and in accordance with Motan's previous instructions, Cole swiftly entered the room after briefly waiting outside for twenty seconds and searched the entire room at the fastest speed.
"As expected, he's not here anymore." Cole, who found nothing, returned to the front hall and stared at the purely decorative gilded pattern on the door, whispering to himself: "Although I know the gentleman is very formidable, being able to leave this place in such a short period of time is somewhat unimaginable…"
