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."