"Master, I have successfully retrieved what you asked for."
She respectfully presented the black leather bag.
In the spacious and empty room, there was only a large table and a chair, with the black floor piled with books.
The man sitting behind the table was drawing something on a piece of paper. He just nodded slightly, indicating for her to put it down.
The room was practically devoid of light or sound, and the rustling of the man's brush moving on the paper was the only sound.
"Master, I..." She hesitated.
"Is there anything else?" The man's voice was deep and rich, carrying a tangible weight. He lifted his head slightly, and his cold, hawk-like eyes flashed in the darkness. After a moment, he lowered his head again, "If there's nothing else, you may leave. You did a good job this time."
"Yes!" She withdrew happily, like a rewarded child.
The room returned to a deathly silence, and the faint light slowly moved to the paper under the man's hands. It could vaguely be seen that he was drawing a portrait of a woman on the paper.
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