"Master, ask no more." Brad could feel something was wrong with Olympia. He closed his eyes and probed his consciousness, only to find Olympia standing in one corner, clutching her head with her hands.

"What happened to you? Brad asked as he wanted to rush into the s.p.a.ce, but Olympia stopped him. "Master, stay where you are." Olympia's voice faded away as she fell into deep slumber.

"Olympia, noooooooooooo." Brad shouted, as he wanted to rush in, but he heard a deep magnetic voice in his mind, "Stay where you are. Do not step into the fantasy s.p.a.ce now.

"Who are you?" Brad asked cautiously.

"Hahahahaha." Brad heard a magnetic laughter which could calm everyone's soul. Before Brad could open his mouth to question again, he heard him say in a slow voice, ensnaring all his senses, "I am you, and you are me. We are the same, yet we are so different. One day you will know. Now is not the right time."

Brad was transfixed in astonishment. He couldn't make head or tail out of the voice. 'What did he mean by that?' Brad wondered, but seeing him in a daze, the man in front called out, "You tiny sapling dare to spout nonsense!"

Brad was completely stunned. He wondered what he did this time. The next sentence that came out of the mouth of the man clad in white completely stunned him. "Why did you kill Samuel?"

Out of everything, Brad never had this expectation. His mouth hung open as he stared at the man who looked askance at him. He really wanted to punch him hard, but resisted the temptation. Brad composed himself before asking back, "Are you sure that I killed him?"

Before that man could open his mouth to retort, Brad fired another question at him, "Are you completely sure that someone else didn't kill him, and blaming it upon me?" As he said this, he smirked and slightly tilted his neck to stare straight at Luke. Giving him a provocative smile, he turned away and focused on the person in front.

Feigning innocence, he provoked, "So, you nothing, and yet came to charge me. Tsk Tsk."

"Luke, come here."

"Yes, my Lord." Luke Tyson came forward and stood with his head bowed.

"What the boy said, is that true?" The man who was referred to as 'Lord' asked in a commanding voice.

"My lord. Maaaaiiii Lorrrrd." He stuttered and s.h.i.+vered, but did not answer the question.

"Answer me." He said again. His magnetic voice reached Brad's ears and he s.h.i.+vered too for some reason.

"My Lord, I didn't do anything." As he blurted it out, he bit his tongue.

"So, you killed him. Didn't I ask you not to do anything to him? You tried to fool me, huh?" The Lord was terribly angry at being fooled. He looked like he would explode soon, but he didn't. He calmly turned to face Brad and enunciated slowly, "I am sorry. You can go."

Brad wasn't sure but he too felt that the man was really dangerous. He felt that what he said was not what he thought. Brad was sure that he couldn't read the man well. When Brad was thinking about these, he heard a noise and…