Chapter 140 - Side Story: The Seventh Adviser (2) (1/2)

Danan was about to ask how she knew him, but before he could open his mouth, several men ran up to them in a hurry.

”Chief, we were looking for you!” The man in the front looked fl.u.s.tered as he approached them.

The woman, Dewi Sasmaya, waited until the men got closer before she asked them unhurriedly. ”What happened?”

”There's a problem in the west wing. Sir Guntur is going berserk again!” The man said hastily in a panic.

A frown appeared on the Chief's face. ”Let's go. Explain to me about the situation on our way there.” She said as she started walking. But, she had just taken three steps when she stopped and looked at Danan's direction. ”Why aren't you moving?”

Danan blinked his eyes, but again, he didn't say anything and moved to follow their steps. He observed the behavior of the men in front of him. They didn't ask her who he was, and let him follow them. It could only mean one thing.

It was not the first time and perhaps not the second or third time, for their Chief to return to the village with a ghost or soul tailing behind her.

Danan frowned. Was it really okay for him to follow her?

They walked towards the west wing hurriedly, but instead looking like a bunch of messy people, they looked somehow overbearing. Even though Danan could feel their hasty paces, he could not ignore the fact that their steps were firm and strong, as if it was perfectly common for them to walk that way. No one was left behind as they marched in a perfect harmony.

Except Danan who struggled not to be left behind too far. It was a good thing he was a ghost already since he didn't need to catch for breath.

In no time, they arrived at the gate of west wing. As soon as he stepped inside, Danan felt a pressure he had never felt during his life. It was as if he was walking in a thick concentrate of air, it felt stuffy and overbearing. The feeling was almost the same when he climbed a mountain with his brother when they were younger. As they got closer to the peak, he could feel the pressure in his lungs, but it felt refreshing when they stopped. This pressure, however, was different.

He didn't feel better even after he stopped walking and rearranged himself. It was strange, he didn't need to breath, so why did he feel stuffy inside?

The pressure made him feel a bit of reverence, but for whom, he didn't know. It was also a kind of pressure where he entered the territory of someone powerful. He couldn't help but be a good boy and behave himself.

After deciding that he would be fine, he continued his steps before he lost sight of the Chief and the men. They crossed the building and headed towards the backyard. A thundering shout made Danan stopped in his track while covering his poor ears.

”SCRAM, YOU IMBECILES! HOW DARE YOU STILL LINGER IN FRONT OF ME! DO YOU TAKE ME AS DEAF WHEN YOU BRATS TALKED BEHIND MY BACK?!”

It was clear the shout was filled with anger and displeasure. Danan wondered, how great was this man to call ghosts as imbeciles? Somehow he wondered, was he also a wandering soul like him?

As Danan was still pondering over it, he didn't notice a group of ghosts like him were running towards him like they were being hunted down by ghost busters.

”The old man is going crazy again. I wonder who provoked him this time?”