Frank had rarely seen David lose his cool, so he asked with a hint of curiosity, "Old Watson?"


    David didn''t reply, just kept fiddling with the pill in his fingers. It was about the size of a soybean, with a surface as dark and rough as failed concoctions often are,cking the bright sheen you''d expect from a skilled pharmacist''s creation. Yet, somehow, it carried the essence of ancient remedies.


    David''s fingers trembled slightly before he suddenly looked up at Frank, eyes gleaming with excitement. "Old Lewis, where did this medicinee from?"


    Frank hesitated for a moment. "A friend of Chris."


    Hearing this, David''s gaze shifted, intense and probing, to Owen. Owen had been sitting quietly, listening in. When he looked up at David, he paused before asking, "David, is there something special about this medicine?"


    "Oh, right, I forgot to mention-David here is the president of the Pharmacists'' Guild," Frank whispered to Owen.


    The moment those words hit, Owen, who usually kept his emotions in check, was visibly taken aback, his shock obvious. Owen, more focused on politics than the local power struggles in Riverdale, had been in town for nearly a year and was seen as ''a tough nut to crack'' by other factions.


    While he didn''t pay much attention to Riverdale''s internal power dynamics, he''d heard plenty about the Pharmacists'' Guild. When he''d been dealing with some health issues, Johnny had frequently mentioned the Guild, suggesting that befriending someone there was quite an achievement.


    He hadn''t expected David to be the president of the Pharmacists'' Guild. That realization momentarily threw Owen off.


    Johnny, sitting quietly nearby, was equally stunned, his hands trembling slightly on the table. He never imagined the friendly and seemingly mild-mannered David was actually the Guild''s president. In their circles, the pharmacists of the Guild were often seen as aloof and hard to approach.


    Johnny tried to rein in his excitement, sneaking a nce at David. He recalled his own experience with Dane, which was a stark contrast to dealing with David. It was clear there was a world of difference between true masters and those just pretending.


    Owen quickly regained hisposure, apologized, and addressed David''s question. "This medicine was prescribed by a friend of mine."


    Given that the prescription hade directly from Mirabe, it was likely she had


    concocted it herself. He nodded. "That should be the case."


    David took a deep breath, working hard to maintain his calm. "Could you introduce me to your friend?"


    It had been a long wait for another opportunity like this to appear.


    Though surprised that David was the Guild''s president, Owen didn''t immediately agree, responding politely, "I''ll need to ask."


    With that, he pulled out his phone, retrieved Mirabe''s number, and made a call. David nodded repeatedly, unfazed by the dy. After all, the person who concocted this medicine was truly a master. Masters have their own prestige. Not meeting them was par for the course.


    David stroked his beard, still slightly trembling with anticipation.