The image of Angers sprang into Lin Yi's mind at once, roguishly handsome, with a style that blended an English gentleman with an old scoundrel.
Immediately afterward came a series of "tap... tap... tap..." sounds. Someone was clearly drumming their fingers against a tabletop, seemingly lost in thought.
The scene before his eyes gradually came into focus, and his surroundings, along with the figures within them, slowly emerged.
At first glance, this was a dorm room.
A perfectly ordinary dorm room, almost indistinguishable from his own in Lin Yi's memory.
There simply weren't many people inside.
Besides Wei Liang, there was only "himself" and a stranger-no, that wasn't right!
On closer inspection!
This didn't seem to be a dorm room at all!
There were far more than just the few of them here. There were others-no, many, many others here too!
He could sense certain presences that could only be caught through feeling, existences he couldn't even describe as "people," quietly staying around them.
The presence of these sensations lent the little square table in the dorm room the air of a council in session-that sense of a Western cabinet or parliament.
In an unevenly lit room, that dorm room occupied the center, surrounded by tiered seating hidden in shadow, as though countless people sat there.
And in this parliamentary setting, the limited light fell almost entirely on Wei Liang.
The one stranger whose appearance he could clearly make out was a roguishly handsome, silver-haired middle-aged man.
The man's silver hair was meticulously groomed, his features clean-cut, with a faint dusting of white stubble along his jaw.
He wore a crisp black suit with the cuffs rolled up slightly. He looked much like a middle-aged Dumbledore, yet the impression he gave Lin Yi was closer to the Principal Angers he