Restart:Untalented Man-Chapter 432: Conveying the Message Part II

"I will take a leave tomorrow. If someone asks, please cover me."

"What? Again?" His coworker was baffled. "Even I never take a consecutive leaves like you. Where are you going?"

Oldman Dunn waved his hand, "You don't need to know. I just had stuff to do. Once it is done, I'll be working as usual. Anyway, can you help me or not?"

"I can," His coworker nods in agreement. "But, this will be the first and the last time I'm helping you with this. If you plan to do this often, you have to find someone else to help. There's a limit on how many logical excuses I can make."

"Don't worry, I won't bother you next time." the old man assured his coworker.

The spy knows his coworker is worried about losing the job. He too, was a considerate man to those who have helped him. Naturally, he tries to avoid inflicting them with the consequences of his actions.

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That night...

Silence shrouded the Klover estate. The moon cast its gentle glow upon the sprawling mansions and its surrounding gardens. The vibrant and lively atmosphere of the day was no longer to be found.

The lights within the mansion were extinguished one by one, signalling that most of its inhabitants had succumbed to the embrace of sleep.

In the cloak of darkness, Oldman Dunn found himself standing alone, just outside the living quarters of the servants within the estate.

Most of the servants employed live in this dormitory. The quality is not the best but much better than average living conditions outside.

As a part of Klover's workforce, they aren't allowed to freely traverse in and out of the estate grounds. Instead, they were required to seek permission from their superiors for any excursion beyond the estate boundaries.

This stringent control served multiple purposes such as controlling movement and flow of information. But, security is their paramount concern.

A family as prestigious as Klover had a lot of eyes and ears directed at them; both from friend and foe.

No matter how trivial the intel is, the information flowing out of the estate held significant value. Some would pay a premium price to acquire it.

One man's trash is another man's treasure.

When Dunn said he would be absent the next day, his coworker thought that the old man wanted to sneak out of the estate to go somewhere.

The idea itself was not considered novel or unprecedented. Many servants had the same idea in their minds. But nobody dares to take a risk and do it.

It's fine if they don't get caught. However, if they did, the Klover would plaster them as a spy, assassins or whatever profession they wished. Certainly, the outcome won't be good.

Looking around, Oldman Dunn sees nobody in his vicinity. Unsurprisingly, today was no different from yesterday.

Having observed the guards for a few months now, he had learned their pattern and knew when to pick the right time to move.

"I should move now."

The guards aren't standing still in one place for the rest of their shift.

Silently taking his steps, Dunn navigated the estate's gardens with ease. With darkness acting as a cloak of invisibility, he moved from one garden to another and skillfully avoided the patrolling guards.

The estate's gardens provided ample hiding spots like behind bushes and beneath the cover of trees. It allows Dunn to slip through the shadows undetected.

It didn't take long to reach Demin's mansion. As he stood there, Oldman Dunn took a moment to survey his surroundings.

No unexpected observers or guards were patrolling nearby which is good.

The night was still, with only a gentle breeze rustling the leaves. The dim glow of the moon provided minimal visibility for him.

All he had to do was slide the info into Demin's office through the gap of the door and the mission should be considered a success.

However as easy as it sounded, he had to be quick on his feet since he only had a narrow window of time to act.

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"Let's do this!"

Oldman Dunn entered the mansion. His footsteps were remarkably light, even though he practically sprinted through the corridors.

Ascending the grand staircase, Dunn passed the first floor and stopped at the second floor.

His keen eyes scanned the area first for any signs of movement before moving toward Demin's office.

He had investigated the exact location of the office beforehand. Therefore, he saves a significant amount of time searching.

As Oldman Dunn stood at the front of his destination, he retrieved a couple of envelopes from the folds of his clothes.

The information he carried was extensive, detailed, and too voluminous to fit into a single document. Given the constraints, Dunn had to divide the stack of papers into several parts, each carefully tucked into separate envelopes.

Oldman Dunn knelt down and carefully slid each envelope one by one beneath the closed door of Demin's office.

He pushed it hard so the envelopes travelled far enough into the room to avoid being inadvertently stepped on.

Once he finished depositing the crucial information, Dunn whispered to the silent corridor, "Done! If you are a man I assume you to be, you'll use this information as I expected you to."

With the mission accomplished, the spy rose to his feet and moved swiftly toward the exit.

There was no time to be captivated by the grandeur of Demin's mansion.

It's time to get out of here before the guards arrive.

Making his way out was slightly difficult but he barely escaped it and hid in the bush nearby.

All in all, he spends approximately seven to ten minutes to accomplish his objective. Not bad for someone as old as him.

Nevertheless, physical exertion took its toll, manifesting as aches and pains that reverberated through his old body.

"I made the right choice not to work tomorrow. I really need to rest and recover," mumbled Dunn to himself.