Chapter 114 - The Dream (3) (1/2)

(Tom's PoV)

Or rather, who were waiting for me.

This... guest room is a bit too big, isn't it?

Sitting in the room was some people who I had never met before. On the farthest end of the room, there was a big chair. Judging from the size and the meticulous carving on the chair, it must be for a very important person.

Well, I doubt I was the person.

On my right, sitting along the wall was some elders who were wearing traditional clothes with one similarity; they were dark in color. On my left was a row of white-clothed men, standing straight and not moving even just an inch -except the movement of their eyelashes, looking sturdy and scary, but somehow there was an indescribable feeling I had inside, as if these men were emitting sacred aura around them; like they were some holy people selected by the Almighty to eradicate every evil beings in this world.

But, the feeling didn't end here; the strongest feeling I had inside was... a sense of belonging. It was as if I knew them, that they were my blood brothers, that we were actually so closed.

Of course, it was not my first time meeting this kind of white-clothed people. They were so similar with the ones who were guarding Jane's room at that time, but at that time I didn't have this kind of feeling when I saw them. I guess they only looked similar, but different in some ways.

The men on my right side were closing their eyes, as if our presence didn't disturb them at all. The white-clothed men, on the other side, was looking straight in front of them.

What's so interesting about the wall, really? I tried to follow their line of gaze, but I really couldn't see anything good on the wall. The wall was made from wood; teak wood, on top of that. The rich brown color was giving the room different view from when I was outside.

It was as if I was in the room of an important figure in the village. The feeling it gave me was a small luxurious house, instead of an ordinary house in a village.

Whoever owned this house was probably filthy rich.

”Please, sit here.” The man who was guiding me had stood in the middle of the room where a cushion was placed.

He wanted me to sit on it? I arched my eyebrows.

The man politely urged me to sit on the pointed cushion, so I could only comply and walked towards the cushion. As I sat down on it cross-legged, the eyes of the elders fluttering opened. Their gazes were directed at me, but despite the nervous thump in my chest, I didn't feel any emotion from their gazes.

How could every one of them control their emotion that well? Among these people, there must be one person who ruined the harmony, who would spill the beans, but I couldn't see anyone like that.