Ethan didn’t know why, but he felt disgusted when he heard Ratcliff’s name.
The two of them had only just known each other, yet Ratcliff changed his tone three times. He was clearly someone who only sided with those in power.
Ethan didn’t trust people like him at all, so he didn’t feel bad about using them.
Ethan trusted his gut instinct.
Ratcliff was instantly delighted to hear what Ethan said. A favor?
He could tell Ethan was rather capable. After all, he used to be a Portico disciple. So, how bad could his skills be?
If Ethan returned to the sect as a Portico disciple, Ratcliff was in luck!
“Even if my chances are slim, it still beats doing menial labor in the Outer Court for the rest of my life, right?”
Ratcliff looked like he was in deep thought for a while, but he had already come to a decision and instantly knelt to say respectfully, “I am willing to do anything for you, Senior. I will even go to the ends of the earth!”
He looked so ingratiating that he resembled a dog wagging its tail.
Ethan certainly knew what he was thinking in his heart.
Ethan had never been wrong when it came to judging another person’s character.
He reached his hand out and patted Ratcliff’s head like a dog. “You won’t regret your decision.”
The moment he finished his sentence, hurried footsteps could be heard coming from afar.
Ethan raised his head to see a middle-aged man walking over with an anxious look on his face. “Ratcliff, what are you doing here? It’s time to assemble!”
He seemed to have just noticed Ethan, and frowned slightly. In his impression, he had never seen Ethan here before. However, he noticed the mark on Ethan’s hand and decided that he might have gotten sent here before his time here.
“And you! Hurry up, come along!”
Many people were sent here as Sinners, so how could he remember all of them? Some of them had even come here before he had.
“This is the new Disciplinary Hall disciplinary master, Helis,” said Ratcliff softly as he reminded Ethan. “Don’t offend him!”
Since Ethan was sent here much earlier, he might not have met the new disciplinary master yet.
Although a disciplinary master didn’t mean much to Portico disciples, Ethan was now a Sinner. He wasn’t even considered an Outer Court disciple, so he couldn’t offend the disciplinary master the moment he reported for duty.
“Helis, what’s going on? Why the huge rush? Did someone get punished again?”
Helis glared at him. He clearly didn’t fancy the likes of Ratcliff very much. “All of you are needed, so hurry up and follow me!”
Then he turned and left.
Ratcliff twitched his lips. He had been giving Helis many things of late. Even though he couldn’t bear to part with his collection of novelty items, he reluctantly gave up his stuff in the hope that he could live under better conditions or leave earlier.
“We’d better hurry. The only thing Helis knows how to do is to lose his temper, so don’t piss him off!” said Ratcliff as he turned to look at Ethan.
Ethan didn’t say anything. He could tell what kind of person Ratcliff was from the way he bad-mouthed the disciplinary master the moment he left.
Many people had gathered in a courtyard nearby.
These people were Sinners too. They were sent to do menial labor based on the severity of their infractions.
Helis was standing in front of everyone else. “Quiet!”
The courtyard fell silent.
Ethan stood among the people. He didn’t draw too much attention to himself since everyone only cared about themselves.
“Third Miss needs a sparring partner!”
Helis went straight to the point.
The moment he said that, everyone’s faces instantly turned pale.
They thought it was going to be good news. Then again, why would they get any good news?