From the conversation, it was clear that the old woman, Deborah Goddard, held a significant position within Harmony Clinic. She even called Dickson by his first name without hesitation.

"Has the kid started?" Dickson asked.

"Interesting. It's the first time I've seen you take an interest in pill cultivation. It's not really your style," Deborah replied.

Dickson leaned back, propping his feet on the table. He was about to pick his nose again but stopped when Deborah shot him a sharp glare, forcing him to laugh awkwardly.

"Ordinary cases don't interest me, not even those with Supreme-grade talent. But this kid is different," Dickson said casually.

"Oh?" Deborah's curiosity was piqued. "What's so special about him? Hearing you, of all people, give an opinion on an alchemist is unheard of."

Dickson glanced at the closed door of the room where Felix was working and did not answer directly. Instead, he posed a question of his own, "Deborah, among the alchemists you know or have heard o