William didn't suffer fools lightly. But he knew his place. Picking a fight wasn't exactly rational at the moment.
The reasons were simple: he was still recovering, and he knew the priest was keeping a close eye on him.
"That old man is at least Level 100," William thought.
The priest was formidable. Even with his recovery, William knew he stood no chance against him. That was why his plan was to heal up and get the hell out of the monastery to seek out experience—and perhaps clues about his class.
William looked at the young man, lowering his head. "I'll do my best to help you. My apologies. Once I'm fully recovered, I promise to prove my worth."
The young man was taken aback. He expected William to snap or say something nasty. It was rare to find someone with such mental discipline.
