"Madha, it's your turn," Vania said curtly, not even sparing him a glance.
Once Madha left, Gara leaned forward, suddenly remembering something he wanted to ask the academy's first-year unofficial gossip master.
"Miki, come here. Sit down," Gara said with that charming smile of his.
The rat boy eagerly took Madha's seat— not because he was mesmerized by Gara's looks, but because he could sense round two of juicy gossip coming.
"You seem to know a lot about the powerful humans in the capital…"
Miki puffed up proudly. "Of course I do. I know all kinds of things."
"I know that. I trust your brilliance, Miki," Gara flattered smoothly. "So… you must know something about Professor Langga, right?"
"Professor Langga?" Miki didn't even need to think, he immediately spilled every rumor he'd heard about the man.
But everything he said… was stuff Tristan had already told Gara before.
Gara frowned. "There's really no dirt on him? Nothing at all?"
Miki shook his head firmly.
