"Again?" Angor frowned. "Did someone else ask this question earlier?"
The window of the room was suddenly pushed slightly ajar by a strong wind, allowing chilliness to enter the room.
Gurman reached out a skinny arm to pick up his teacup for some warmth, but he then realized his tea had gone cold.
Angor lifted a hand and stimulated the fire elements in the room, causing everything to go warmer again.
"Thank you, good sir." Gurman's eyes gleamed.
"Don't mention it. Back to our topic, was there anyone else besides me who asked you about Lucas?"
Gurman's expression changed several times.
"You're right. More than one individual, actually."
"Is Lucas someone powerful? So many people want to know him."
"Not quite." Gurman's trembling voice recovered as he felt better. "From what I know, I'd say Lucas was only a liar who managed to win himself a rank among nobles."
"He's a liar?"