Half an hour later.
Thomas carried the small wooden box out of his office without haste. A loose cloak draped over him, and the Disguise Mask rested against his forehead, ready to be pulled down at any moment.
The guards outside the Office Building noticed his movements immediately.
"Position Two reporting: Thomas has left his office with his spatial box." The short, fat wizard sighed and stuffed his half-eaten hot dog back into his pocket. Doggy, crouched by his feet, did not even raise his head and continued gnawing on his own dinner.
"What about the target?"
"Position Three reporting: the target does not appear to have left with him. He is still in Thomas's office..."
"Does not appear to?"
"...Wait, we just received a message from Thomas—the target is still in the office. He thinks Thomas's office is quiet and very suitable for doing homework, so he plans to stay in the office tonight."
"That kid really does have a lot of homework... Seventeen or eighteen classes a week. Just thinking about it is despairing."
"And compared with his dormitory, the Office Building really is quieter and better for homework... That Blue Fatty in his dorm is far too noisy."
Qian Doudou listened to his two companions' highly unprofessional commentary through the earpiece and cut them off irritably. "Can you confirm that the target is still in the office? Are you planning to leave the words 'does not appear to' in the report?"
The earpiece fell silent for several seconds.
"Position Two has confirmed through the Guardian Formation that the target is doing homework in the office... The target's aura and magical fluctuations match the records."
"Position Three has confirmed through remote observation that the target is in the office. His facial features match, and he is showing normal