"I am Xu Duojin, sent here on the orders of Mr. Wu. He told me there is an important matter requiring my presence. May I have the permission to enter the room you're in?"
Standing atop a street lamp, the "Fate Propeller," an Extraordinary One, touched his hat and gestured slightly towards Colin. Even though there was some distance between them, it seemed as if Colin could hear his voice.
But upon closer thought, it was as if he hadn't heard him, yet if he were to say he hadn't heard, it felt almost the same as if he had.
There was an inexplicably mysterious feeling. Colin pondered for a moment and felt that if he had to describe it, it would be akin to hearing.
He guessed it was probably some technique of the "Fate Propeller."
'This question seemed like a request for opinion, fulfilling some mystic requirement. I feel that if I refused, perhaps he would not truly enter.'
