"Is that really true?"
Principal Leopold was taken aback, unable to believe it.
"No."
Dean Frist smiled, "I was just messing with you."
"I figured it was a joke. If it were true, would you tell me? You'd need all the time you can get to keep it under wraps."
Principal Leopold sighed, but secretly kept this information in his heart, deciding to keep a close eye on this Link Grande.
Even without such an exaggerated claim as being a Saint, anyone who could catch Frist Diomand's attention at this critical juncture would be extraordinary.
Besides, Principal Leopold was no stranger to this name.
After all, having drunk Dean Frist's elite-grade tea so many times, he knew quite a bit about the exploits of the man who had created those teas.
Calm himself down, Principal Leopold asked, "Sigh, what are you really thinking?"
"What do you mean, what am I thinking?"
Dean Frist countered.
