Nick pulled out the pocket watch from his pocket, checked the time, then opened the door and walked up the hallway.
Just as he was coming up, Gareth was folding a newspaper... He frowned, then glanced at the end of the corridor ahead.
Klein was dragging himself out of the room slowly, limping, his sword-free arm hanging completely down, his clothes torn in many places, his face dusty and smeared with blood.
"Report to Mr. Gareth, the target has been successfully suppressed. You were right, she is indeed an illegal witch."
"A witch?" Nick frowned deeply, staring at Gareth, "Why a witch?"
Gareth shrugged, half-smiling, "My friend, it's obvious that your intelligence work this time went wrong somewhere."
