The Fool's Gold

Young Master Watson

Frrrrr! Pewww! Frrrrr! Pewww!

Sultan snored away, completely oblivious to the outside world. It was hard to tell if he was enjoying his sleep, but he certainly seemed content.

However, just a few hours ago, he had been running frantically, with no particular destination in mind. But somehow, his feet had brought him home.

With a sigh of relief, Sultan entered his home and went straight to his bed, which was little more than a worn-out mattress on the floor. He collapsed onto it, closed his eyes, and within minutes, he was fast asleep and snoring loudly.

Currently, he is having a dream.

In his dream, Sultan was sitting at a table with a group of people, all of whom he recognized from the city's most prestigious families.

He knew them all, except for one person.

The mysterious stranger sat at the head of the table, looking directly at him with piercing eyes.

In the midst of his conversation with the other guests, Sultan turned to the stranger and introduced himself. "Hello, I