As the heavy door clicked shut behind them, William felt a subtle shift in the atmosphere. The air within the small chamber became incredibly still, the ambient noise of the bustling mansion outside completely severed.
William's perception of Kong's awareness sharpened; the old man's confident stride and the way he spoke of eavesdropping confirmed that this meeting would delve far deeper than a simple "thank you" for helping a clan princess.
"So… You were a porter a few days ago, is that correct?"
As William followed him into the room, he found the space was exactly as the old man had described—efficient and secure. It was a modest chamber, perhaps five meters wide and ten meters long.
In the centre sat a small, oval-shaped wooden table accompanied by six simple seats. There were no grand tapestries or golden ornaments here; it was a place for business, not for show.
