"Yes." Klein replied succinctly.

The fat pharmacist rubbed his hands together and said, "I have an entrustment, but it must be completed before I can be paid."

"How much is the reward?" Klein pinched his nose.

"100 pounds!" the fat pharmacist shouted distressedly, "help me find someone, his name is Roy King, he is my teacher, he asked me to meet him here, but I have waited for several months Saw him and never got in touch again."

"Is there a portrait, ahem, or a photo?" Klein asked.

The fat pharmacist took out a photo from the hidden pocket at his waist and handed it over.

The above is a rather young man with neatly brushed back hair and pair of glasses, looking refined.

"Your teacher?" Klein asked back.

Say you are his teacher, I might believe it...

The fat pharmacist coughed twice and said, "He is at least sixty years old, he just looks young."

Extraordinary ability or magical item? Klein nodded thoughtfully, and asked about the specific situation.

After confirming that there were no items that could be used to aid in divination, he took the paper bag and left the herbal shop.

When their backs disappeared at the entrance of the alley, the owl standing on the chubby Apothecary's shoulder suddenly said, "Darkwell, that guy might know you."

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"What? He knows me?" The fat pharmacist called Darkwill asked back in a low voice, startled.

The owl looked forward with round eyes and said, "I noticed that after he walked in and saw you, he obviously stayed for two seconds."

"Maybe it's because I think my appearance doesn't fit his image of a pharmacist?" The fat pharmacist retorted stiffly.

The owl's wings spread and fell: "If you want to think so, I can't help it."

"...What books have you read recently?" The fat pharmacist's fat face moved.

The owl replied solemnly and seriously: "My reading preference depends on your knowledge level.

"It's a pity that you have only so many words that you can teach me, and I have to read popular ones that require a relatively low vocabulary.

"And, it's all serialized in newspapers."

Fat pharmacist Darkwill snorted: "I'll buy a cookbook later, it's called "Guide to Cooking Birds of East Balam"."

Without waiting for the owl to speak, he lowered his expression and said to himself: "He knows me? He looks like a standard Loenian, at least more than half of Loen blood.

"I have stayed in several cities in Loen under a pseudonym. It is not surprising that someone knows me, but I still have to be vigilant. If there is no news of the old man before March, I have to leave here..."

While talking, he turned his head and glanced at the owl on his shoulder: "Sometimes, you are still very useful."

"No, your eyes, your body movements tell me that what you really think in your heart is, damn it, I obviously want a pet that can help me deal with monsters and gangsters, and I collected potions according to the standards of giant dragons The formula and extraordinary materials, as a result, I got a stupid bird who only knows how to read newspapers and dramas, damn it, I can�t wait to fill it with potions!" The owl was like a parrot, performing vividly with the accent of a fat pharmacist.

Fat pharmacist Darkwill's expression froze for a few seconds, he laughed and said, "It's good that you know, silly bird!

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