The three thugs were quickly approaching him, and the third one emptied a bottle he was holding leisurely and hit it against the wall, then picked up a jagged shard of glass. "You better empty your pockets, or we'll mess up your pretty face," the thug threatened, sneering. It was the same thing that had happened before he'd disappeared into the Major Arcana wall. Time was repeating itself. Sultan slowly muttered under his breath, "What's going on? How is this happening?"This was exactly the same thing that happened before he went over to Major Arcana World. At this point, what he did last time was place his hand in his pocket, though afraid to give them the gold card that didn't belong to him, he brought out the tarot card and showed them. Then the one in the middle, who was hooded, asked him if that was all he had and what kind of card the tarot card was. He told them it wasn't a bank card, but they should watch, and then he threw the tarot card. Yes, this was all that happened

Sultan stammered, "Um, excuse me, sir, I think you have the wrong person. I'm not a Watson, I'm just an ordinary person living here." He was thoroughly confused, not understanding why this man was calling him "young master" or why he was insisting on escorting him anywhere. He wanted to clear up the misunderstanding, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off about this whole situation. In fact, everything has been off in his life since he took that colour paper, argh!The man held up a hand to silence Sultan, saying, "There's no need to lie, young master. I know who you are. The Watsons have been searching for you for months. Why have you been hiding from them? Don't you know how good you have it? You have everything you could possibly want, handed to you on a silver platter." Sultan's mouth was hanging open, and he struggled to process what this man was saying. Nothing was making sense."Sir, I appreciate that you're trying to be helpful, but I can assure you that I

"I bet that suit must have cost a million dollars," one woman said, admiring the Watson family as they made their way along the red carpet."Yeah, and I heard the Watsons are worth billions of thousands," another added."Young Master Watson is so cute, isn't he? He looks even cuter than before," a third woman said."Yeah, I barely recognized him from the last time I saw him," someone else chimed in.The Watsons seemed oblivious to the conversations happening around them, absorbed in their own thoughts. Sultan, on the other hand, looked very alert, his nose twitching and ears pricked up, clearly interested in the new surroundings. Or perhaps he was just highly alert. "Funny how these people think I'm the young Master Watson," Sultan thought with a hint of amusement. "This can't be a mere coincidence or a setup. It has to be..."Just as he was about to make sense of the situation, Madam Watson tapped him on the shoulder. Startled, he turned to face her."You should mingle with the guest

“Hmmm,” Sultan grunted as he woke up, his mind still fuzzy from sleep. His ears picked up on the sound of hushed, sneaky movements, but his brain couldn't make sense of what was happening. Slowly, he opened his eyes and saw a man dressed in a black and white suit, holding the clothes he had worn to the Colonel's party."Wait, how am I not at the party?" Sultan whispered to himself, his mind still hazy from sleep. He sat up in bed, trying to make sense of his surroundings. It was a grand and magnificent bedroom."Oh, pardon me, young master," the man in the suit said. "Good morning.""Good morning," Sultan replied. "And who are you?" He asked the question automatically, even though he knew he didn't need the answer. He had already figured he was all still part of the life of the young Master Watson."Oh, pardon," Henri said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Perhaps you didn't recognize me, young master. I am Henri, your butler.”Sultan furrowed his brow in confusion and thought, "

"Wow," Sultan whispered to himself, his mouth watering at the sight of the large dining table, covered in a variety of sumptuous dishes. Although most of the foods were exotic and foreign to him, they smelled absolutely delicious. This was what the elite ate. "Come on, everyone, dig in," Master Watson announced as he lifted his fork. The other visitors followed suit. But Sultan hesitated. A pang of guilt twisted his stomach. He knew that he shouldn't be eating this food - it was meant for the real Young Master Watson. But he was so hungry. He looked down at his plate, feeling torn. His eyes fell on a piece of toasted bread. "Oh well," he mumbled, picking it up and taking a bite. It tasted even better than it smelled. "Hah!" he exclaimed, enjoying the taste. "Oh my goodness, this is so good!" He spoke without realizing that the rest of the table had fallen silent. When he looked up, he saw that the other guests were staring at him. His cheeks reddened. "Er... I mean... the fo