"As a reporter, the most important thing is to keep your eyes and ears open, know where information gathers, understand the difference between rumors and truth, and figure out how to coax the most words out of others with the fewest of your own... Of course, this sort of thing also takes talent."
After shamelessly praising himself, the Fat Wizard pointed his chin toward a corner of the banquet hall. "There, the Teaching Assistant Group and some of the school's less experienced lecturers are chatting. You won't hear any Archwizards' dirty secrets from them, but you can pick up plenty of news that the Alliance's internal agencies haven't announced yet... Many of their classmates have already entered powerful institutions like Trident Sword and Danhaag as frontline staff. They're at just the age where they love complaining about their bosses, griping about work, and showing off what they know to their friends... That's where I heard about the Merlin Medal."
Zheng Qing looked in the direction Xin had pointed.
Sure enough, he saw many young wizards gathered in small groups, discussing something in low voices. There were Teaching Assistant Group members like Thomas and Hilda, Andrew from Trident Sword's Beta Town office, and several young lecturers, including Zhang Huaigu, who taught Talisman Class; Sima Yangyun, who taught history; and Gan Ning, the Magical Creatures Studies Lecturer.
When Zheng Qing looked over, Gan Ning was holding a plate of grilled meat and smiling as he spoke to the two beautiful female lecturers before him, making Teacher Zhang and Sima burst into laughter.
"The Doctor got hurt at the worst possible time." Zheng Qing let out a soft sigh.
"Indeed!"
For once, Fatty Xin seemed to display a bit of maturity. He agreed with the young government-sponsored student's sigh, but his very next