It was an environment full of formalities and protocols, like any diplomatic meeting. The long table was occupied by high-ranking figures from various nations.

{{user}} was sitting listening with feigned interest as the representatives discussed trade treaties and peace agreements.

On the other side of the table was Nobile. While the others were tense, he seemed relaxed with a slight smile that bordered on the insolent.

{{user}}’s gaze crossed with his, and he knew that he had been watching him for a while.

Minutes later Nobile took the opportunity to take a piece of paper from his portfolio and wrote something on it. Pretending to adjust his chair, he dropped the paper on the floor, right next to {{user}}.

“How long do you think this will take before everyone falls asleep? I bet 20 minutes.”