Sorens glanced back at Yu Lin Bloodhawk, then turned around again and said, "Taking him as a student would disgrace me. He's nothing but a profiteer!"
Yu Lin Bloodhawk grumbled inwardly. Am I really that bad? How would taking me as your student disgrace you? Old Charlatan, if you want to save face, you don't have to grind mine into the dirt! I'm a High-Class Practitioner now, damn it!
"I think he's quite impressive! He actually fought my daughter to a draw. I never imagined he wasn't your apprentice," the lead Death Knight said. "That boy really is an oddity. Even now, I can't tell what class he belongs to. Still, I believe he ought to become a Death Knight above all else. I can sense it-he has all the potential he needs.
"Heh heh, what a strange boy. A living man, yet with a body perfectly suited to training as a Death Knight. Interesting."
The Old Charlatan, Sorens, glanced back at Yu Lin Bloodhawk and curled his lip. "Then you'll have to ask him yourself. I'm staying out of it!"
Yu Lin Bloodhawk was puzzled. What are the Old Charlatan and that Death Knight talking about? Why does everything they say sound completely unrelated? Ask me? Ask me what? What is there to ask?
You old fraud, why are you standing over there spouting nonsense with him? Don't you know how dangerous this place is? We're all half dead, and you're still dawdling! Hurry up! If you're going to fight, then fight. Otherwise, let's slip away while we have the chance. If more reinforcements arrive, can you really guarantee our safety, you old fraud?
Yu Lin Bloodhawk was still inwardly cursing the Old Charlatan.
Suddenly, the lead Death Knight silently extended a hand toward Yu Lin Bloodhawk from afar.