Yes, he was not just trying to discuss pharmaceutics with Felic, and Wilkinson could obviously tell what Balbo meant. Balbo seemed to be sure that Felic could answer all the questions.
"It turns out there was no mysterious master at all. Felic was the pharmaceutics Master," Wilkinson muttered to himself.
Wilkinson did not doubt the abilities of the young President Felic; the letter that he read today was the best answer for his question.
Just as Wilkinson was deep in thought, his friends scurried towards the room, only to see that he was staring blankly out of the window. Someone stepped forth to pat Wilkinson on his shoulder, and asked, "Wilkinson, what's wrong? Why are you so deep in thought?"
