The dinner Ventura had ordered was delivered by the hotel, along with their daily allowance of cigarettes and alcohol.
After dinner, Kallen returned to his bedroom to rest. The intensive studying during the day had taken a lot out of him, so he soon fell asleep.
When he woke, he turned to check the clock on the bedside table. It was a quarter to four in the morning.
"Early to bed and early to rise keeps you healthy."
Kallen got out of bed and went into the washroom to wash up. According to the timetable, today's lesson should be "team combat."
Although there had been some complications with the first two lessons, there was no denying that the teaching had produced remarkable results.
The old men had only gotten involved because they were itching for something to do and were bored, but they had no intention of holding anything back. They genuinely wanted to teach them something. Even if they did not know how to teach, their own abilities were so advanced that the little they casually let slip was enough to benefit the young people.
He pressed a hot towel over his face. After quite a while, Kallen took it off and drew a deep breath. Yes, he was looking forward to today's "team combat" lesson.
Leaving the washroom, he glanced at the clock. It was two minutes to four.
Kallen left the bedroom and entered the small sitting room, just as Ventura came downstairs.
"Up so early?"
"Yes, Captain. I went to bed early last night, hehe."
Ventura first poured Kallen some ice water. Then someone knocked on the door, without ringing the bell.
Once Ventura opened the door, Kallen, seated on the sofa, saw Aisili, Bart, Mars, and Blanche come in.
"Morning, Captain."
"Good morning, Captain."
Kallen