Life After Prison by Silencieux
Chapter 1648

Chapter 1648

Harris gulped after observing Severin's movements.

Felix, too, was left dumbstruck. "His ability is out of this world! Just look at that impeccable timing and sense of rhythm! I'm in awe of his technique!”

Their shared passion for alchemy led them to anticipate Severin's potential missteps, which they were hoping to find delight in. However, the strength of one's abilities was reflected in the way in which one executed their technique. They knew right away that Severin was no faker.

"Now rise!" Severin commanded. With a raise of his palm, a pill levitated right in front of him.

"This can't be! It's a superior-quality pill with five lines!" Felix looked closely at the pill with marked astonishment.

"You're right. It is a superior-quality pill made even better from the five lines! I'm speechless! This all but confirms that he's a third-grade high-rank alchemist at a minimum, possibly even a fourth-level low-rank alchemist," Harris stammered. His emotions were in a mess.

Severin kept the pill and the cauldron. He then turned to the two of them and asked. "Do you accept the outcome?"

Sheila observed their stunned expressions with glee. She folded her arms with a grin and reminded them, "Hehe, if t remember correctly, you are supposed to kneel and apologize if my husband succeeded on his first try."

"We're sorry for doubting you!"

As humiliating as it was for Felix and Harris, they decided to grit their teeth and kneel since there was no one around at the moment. They understood the importance of keeping their word, especially since they might offend a powerful alchemist if they were to go back on their agreement. Such an act would be detrimental to their progress within the sect.

"We sincerely offer our apologies to you. You are our senior when it comes to alchemy. We hope you won't hold our ignorance against us," Harris said as he knelt on the ground.

"What are you two doing?! Are you loneeling in front of someone else? You're ruining my reputation!" A familiar voice echoed, and a man in his 40s entered from outside.

"Master!" The two men turned to their master after realizing who he was. They rose to their feet at once and lowered their heads. Feeling as though they had embarrassed themselves to the fullest, they wished that they could just bury their head in the sand like an ostrich.

"Who are you? And how dare you demand that my apprentices kneel before you? You've got some nerve!" Igor Zynsk, their master, had come to check on his apprentices' progress in alchemy. The sight of an empty courtyard prompted him to leave, but he glanced over at the neighboring house's courtyard and saw the presence of several people inside. Within seconds, anger boiled insurmountably when he realized that his apprentices were kneeling in front of a stranger.

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