Thinking of this, Bakarjin's heart nearly jumped out of his chest.
He walked back to the desk again, seemingly ignoring the report already soaked with ink, and as he grabbed another document, he found his hands slightly trembling, the pages seemed to be quivering between his fingertips.
The servant soon returned, his eyes nervously sweeping over Bakarjin, with an inexplicable hesitation and suppression in his tone: "Colonel Hestingov is sleeping very soundly. I knocked on the door gently just now, and he did not respond."
"What!" he exclaimed urgently, with a tone of urgency: "You clueless fool! Why didn't you wake him up? Tell the Colonel that I have an urgent matter here and need his assistance!"
Outside the door, Captain Hutter's footsteps could already be heard.
His steady and powerful steps made Bakarjin's heartbeat involuntarily accelerate, as if each step trodded on his nerves.
