Seeing Shermin withdraw safely, Darkwill silently breathed a sigh of relief.
He knew he was greedy, lecherous, and cowardly, but in this situation, he could plainly see that escape was impossible.
All he could do was send his innocent apprentice away and pray that the man would pay no attention to Shermin, an ordinary person who did not even know what the School of Life was.
Lin Chuan took in all of Darkwill's little maneuvers. He shook his head and said, sounding rather amused:
"Enough. Stop acting. You're neither a Faceless nor a Clown. Every thought you have is written all over your face."
Darkwill awkwardly withdrew the hand he had hidden beneath the counter and nervously studied the young man before him.
Of course, he had learned his lesson this time and did not dare activate Spirit Vision. Though it no longer mattered whether he did, he still had no desire to see such a bizarre sight again.
A cursory glance at the man's exceedingly rare elven features left Darkwill secretly astonished. But judging by his tone... perhaps he would not die after all?
"I really have no idea how Roy King taught you." Lin Chuan shook his head slightly and remarked with a faint, ambiguous smile, "You're a member of the School of Life, yet you chose the Apothecary pathway."
"At least your character is passable. You remembered to send your apprentice away. But passable is all it is."
Darkwill listened in bewilderment. After hesitating for a moment, he asked tentatively:
"You... know my teacher?"
Then, as though suddenly enlightened, he sought confirmation:
"Are you a member of the School of Life too?"
"Heh." Lin Chuan gave a noncommittal chuckle before rejecting that notion. "I know Roy King, but he probably doesn't know me."
Seeing Darkwill's chubby face