The Herbalist Class didn't end like last week.
This time, a few students approached Gara, making small talk, asking about herbs, or simply introducing themselves.
The Professor's public acknowledgment truly changed everything.
"Look at all the Beastfolk, trying to curry favor with you," the only classmate who had spoken to Gara last week, the Harefolk girl, sneered.
Gara merely shrugged, unconcerned.
He then changed the topic. "About the upperclassman who owns rare seeds, when will we meet him?"
After chatting with the Harefolk girl last week, he was eager to plant the rare seeds which was the Autumn Seeds— in the dimensional home.
If the senior truly had the seeds, then all the hardship they had endured to reach the capital city and enroll in the academy would not have been in vain.
"He's busy preparing for a mission in another province. Maybe we'll meet him at the club's first meeting," the Harefolk girl answered.
"The Herbalist Club meeting?"
