When Carl saw Benedict stand in the same row as himself, he could not help but imagine the assassin suddenly pulling a dagger out to kill everyone in the plaza so that he would make it to the final round.
Carl shook his head to get rid of this ridiculous scene in his head. He glanced at the other contestants and had an impression of some of them. Many were the more skillful apothecaries that Bruno had told him about earlier. It was clear that only the best had made it to this round.
He also noticed that while he was observing the other contestants, some of them were also observing him. Some looked at him with curiosity, while others had looks of disdain.
The gong rang once more and marked the start of the next round.
Carl focused his attention back on the competition and began selectin
