After all, Yosil was the castellan of Kornac's Keep!

Yosil slowly opened his eyes and flashed a vague smile as Frank turned to him. "I've been watching, young man-you only sniffed the cauldron and wrote down your answer. Why didn't you taste the soup? You might stand a better chance of getting it right that way, no?" Frank stopped in his tracks, but his stance clearly did not change as he retorted, "Why should I taste it when it's poisoned?"

If anything, he appeared even surer now.

"Insolence!"

Mole was snapping at Frank right then, "Watch your tongue, boy! You're speaking with the castellan of Kornac's Keep!"

Frank shot him a look of disdain in turn. "And, what? Are you saying that being older makes everything right?"

Mole was left flushing. "You wretch?!"

"Manners, Mole Cricks."

held up a hand, stopping Mole from snapping at Frank as he twirled his beard. "You are right, young man. While I am a mentor and have lived for two centuries, my knowledge in Draconian traditional medicine

announced that I have reevaluated this young man's answer-and his score is 120

Mole and the other

Is that

score was

I see it, het should be given zero points and chased out of this enclave.

him higher than

one who got it right?" The elders of Kornac's Keep and Mole were

"Hahaha...."

"All of you are right. It's just that Mr. Lawrence here

to be

laughing as he pointed at the cauldron. "After all, I did add

I simply made sure to add other herbs that counteract it before the soup boiled, so most of you stood no

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