A familiar smell filled the air as Klaus entered the corridor. He stopped in front of the receptionist. Behind the desk, a woman in a black blazer lowered her head, showing respect to the guild owner.
"Can I assist you, Mr. Klaus?" the receptionist asked.
Klaus paid no attention to her, and she asked again, but he remained unresponsive. His eyes were fixed on an empty space as his eyebrows furrowed. Something seemed to divert his attention.
Shaking her head, Sheila signaled not to disturb Klaus, and the receptionist nodded.
"Something's odd," Klaus muttered suddenly.
"What's wrong, boss?" Sheila asked.
"I hear noise coming from the hall. It seems like our members are training," Klaus replied.
Sheila furrowed her brow. "Isn't that good? Your subordinates are practicing without anyone telling them to."