"What? He knows me?" the chubby Apothecary, Darkwill, was alarmed as he whispered back.
The owl's round eyes looked ahead and said, "I noticed that he clearly paused for two seconds the moment he saw you when he came in."
"Perhaps he thinks someone like me doesn't match his image of an Apothecary?" the chubby Apothecary retorted.
The owl spread its wings and landed.
"Suit yourself if you wish to think so."
"…What books have you been reading recently?" The fat on the chubby Apothecary's face trembled.
The owl replied sternly and seriously, "My reading is based on your knowledge standards such as those involving soccer.
"Unfortunately, the words you grasp and can teach me are limited. I have no choice but to read popular novels that have a lower requirement on one's vocabulary.
"Besides, they're all serialized on the newspaper."
Darkwill chuckled.