Under the soft glow of the gas lamp posts, Barclay walked through the cobblestone streets of the Uptown Quarter, heading toward his manor.
His mind was in utter chaos after what he had just witnessed. It felt like a big blow to not only his pride but also his abilities as a Herbalist.
In his hand, he tightly clasped the vial containing the potion that Adam had just brewed. If he held it any tighter, it would shatter. Yet, he didn't realize this.
He glanced at it with complicated emotions - shock, admiration, envy, anger, and hatred.
His expression twisted hideously as he thought to himself, You dare insult me in front of the whole guild… I'll make you pay for—
Suddenly, his thoughts abruptly paused when his surroundings started to transform, much to his shock and horror.
