Drake didn't know what to do. He couldn't choose the next line of action. The interval between Master Yi's request and his decision was less than a second. He needed to do something but he had no clue what that would be.
If he took more than the expected time, he would be fanning suspicion. Even at that moment, he probably was already at it unconsciously.
"Discard it."
Drake heard. He couldn't make the usual filler. Instead, his curious and restless eyes travelled through the old man's face, seeking reassurance.
"I've never for once allowed myself to be corrupted by the made up news of the Mystic Orders. I shouldn't had let you take a glance at it. Hope I haven't done any harm to you?"
Drake shook his head in disbelief at the words of the old man. It was hard to say what the old man was thinking precisely. Drake wished he could really lay his hands on it.
"Rumple it and trash it. You can drop it in the garbage box overthere."
