Red Falcon Nikola waited for Lanci to approach the classroom doorway where he was standing and asked,
"This time it won't take up too much of the professor's time, about five minutes should do."
He added.
"Then of course there's no problem."
Lanci agreed readily.
He had reserved enough spare time and it would not affect his lecture schedule.
Red Falcon Nikola grasped the doorknob, twisted it open, and gestured for Lanci to enter the classroom.
Lanci nodded and followed Red Falcon Nikola into the 4-21 classroom which they had just used yesterday.
From the Cerryti-styled arched floor-to-ceiling windows on one side of the classroom, the golden slanting sun traced grating marks on the ancient oak floor.
They slowly passed the long tables and desks weathered by centuries, and Red Falcon Nikola's gaze fell upon the densely written paint pen inscriptions covering the glass windows, and he seemed to fall into deep thought.
