Chapter 153 Canine Conflict

What I said seemed to have struck a gong in him. He was beyond shocked to hear me and pressed frantically, "So, that means that you'll be able to help?"

I drew another breath. Then I noticed the boy was eyeing my cigarette. I chuckled and offered him one from my own. "I'll have to first meet your friend—The one who did the ritual—before I can be sure," I said. The young lad took my cigarette with a blank look in his face. He looked at it and asked, "How do you know I smoke?" "Because we're the real deal," I muttered, handing him a lighter, "Your teacher might not know. But nothing escapes my eye."

"What a simple lad," I mused, "He's fallen for it." There was no longer any doubt or suspicion in his eyes. There was no need for magic to know that the boy was a regular smoker; one simply had to observe how hungry he looked when he eyed my cigarette.

But with a smoke, the boy seemed more relaxed and at ease. "My friend returned to his dorm that n