"Watson, be honest; how do you think I treat you normally?" Antonio stroked his white beard and smiled.
"You treat me very well, Master. What's wrong?" Watson scratched his head in confusion.
"No, I have treated you badly!" Antonio's decisive reply made Watson a little dumbfounded.
He saw Antonio pat his chest with a pained expression. "I have to admit that I hid something from you in the past. You are very talented, and when I told you that you could only learn two spells in a week, that was a lie. I was afraid that I'd lose my dignity if you were to finish your apprenticeship too quickly, so I said that. I will never hide anything from you again. I will teach you everything you want to learn."
Watson was speechless.
Watson's lips moved, unable to fathom why Antonio would suddenly say such a thing, but before he could open his mouth, he noticed Sylvan's cheeks quivered as he followed suit.
