Around people again.

What does he want from me? Is he daring to this extent?

How can he sit in my palace in my absence?

I ascended slowly and carefully without saying a word and distanced myself to a corner of the palace grounds, where I sat.

There was external calmness, but internally,

it was a war for me.

My focus was on the intricate details and a flood of thoughts inside my head. There's something peculiar about this man; he's not like everyone else.

I see a power surrounding him, as if he's protected.

He has a unique dignity and charisma. Both of us are waiting for the other to speak, but in this situation, with a person like him, one must concentrate and be patient because you don't know his intentions.

Nothing can be heard except the sound of the gentle breeze, the chirping of birds, and the rustling of leaves, but our focus is solely on each other.

He smiled and spoke in his hesitant language, "It seems that you are smarter than what is rumored, rich in concentration."

I focused on his gaze and gestures while he listened for a response.

So that I won't be an easy prey.

Without a doubt, what I contemplate about others is not natural, and I always try to put myself in the shoes of others in order to understand what they're thinking.

This was the result of my past closeness to people, and with some logical analysis, it's possible to obtain accurate results about others' thoughts, with a success rate that can reach up to 95%.

I have been unable to accurately determine the thoughts of others as I have distanced myself from people significantly in recent times, following their emotional betrayal rather than a material one.

I turned to him with only one eye and answered, "Maybe."

He turned his face towards the river, remained silent for a moment, and slowly asked, "What do you suspect about me?"

Everyone might perceive it as an ordinary conversation, but every word spoken and every blink of an eye carries underlying meaning.

I replied, "Anything is possible."

He fell silent for a moment because I didn't leave room for discussion, and in my mind, I began to wonder what this African man could do and what he might find in me that he couldn't find in others.

Enough questioning, fear, and doubt.

So, I asked him, "What is your aim in coming here?"

He answered, "I heard some rumors about you from some kids, and honestly, it piqued my interest.

" I responded, "And what do you think of the person you heard about?"

I wanted to test him with this question to put my mind at ease and treat him based on his thoughts.

He said, "Every person has their own circumstances.

" Frankly, I felt relieved after his answer and started to communicate better than I used to because he was my favorite subject teacher.

I wanted him to help me with some questions that the town's teachers couldn't answer about the origin of certain components, their study, and some chemical analyses.

School time approached, and we headed to school together.

Everyone who saw us stared because they were used to seeing me not talk to anyone or accompany anyone.

I am also still amazed at myself for entering my department while he went to his department, and I told him to wait for me at the palace after finishing his class because he would leave before me.

I finished my class and hurriedly headed towards the palace.

This time, I found him waiting for me outside the palace, at the door of respect. He asked, "How was your session?" I replied, "It went well."

As I began climbing the stairs, I noticed something beneath the ground.

It was red in color and caught my attention.

I and Mohammad took it out from the soil, only to discover that it was a mysterious book with a cover resembling a sacred book unlike anything I had ever seen before, not even in my imagination. It had symbols in a language I had never seen before, leaving me astonished.

With the details in the book, my head started spinning, and I found Mohammad pale, as if he had seen a ghost.

I couldn't tell if it was due to astonishment, joy, or fear.

He murmured in a fragmented voice, "Carmen's treasure..."