Slow steps were made on the corridor of the second floor.
Garen continuously pushed open all of the room doors he passed by, his gaze swept across each of them, never stepping in personally.
Very quickly, he reached the end where there was a room on the left –the doors were already open. From the gap through the door he could see many book shelves.
Garen pushed open the door and walked in; there were two steaming cups of black tea placed on the coffee table. The windowpanes were covered with a layer of dense mist.
He glanced around, his gaze eventually settling on a black leather box placed at the corner of the study.
Walking towards the box and squatting down, he lightly pinched –the place where the keyhole was immediately turned into fine powder. He opened the box.
Inside divided two sections, right and left.
