All members of the Langley family were led to a medium-sized hall.

“Mr. Foxtin’s right up there. Are we all here? Please don’t approach without permission,” Brian said flatly.

They all agreed and stood in place to wait.

The door before them slid open and displayed a set of curtains.

Behind the curtains was a silhouette of a sitting figure.

It was clear that they would not be seeing Foxtin face-to-face.

“Greetings, Mr. Foxtin!” Conan bowed reverently to the figure behind the curtain