Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 324 Laughter and Ridicule

"I, I didn't..."

The long-eared man tried to explain, which caused a burst of laughter in the tavern. Various laughs that trembled from the depths of their throats temporarily suppressed the growing worry and unease.

The tavern was still filled with laughter, the sound of which seemed contagious, except for the man with only one ear who looked embarrassed.

As Ruger ate his meat pie, he looked at him and saw anger, helplessness, and a hint of relief in his eyes.

Ruger immediately understood. In this special place, on this endless sea, those who received divine gifts were special, a symbol of power. They were not only powerful individually, but also possessed a special status. However, an exception like the long-eared man, who received the so-called divine gift, did not show any strengths, and his status did not change. Gradually, people stopped admiring or respecting him. Instead, they mocked and ridiculed him. It started with someone, and as soon as the first person did it, the people nearby would join in the mockery, a result completely opposite to worship and awe.

"Forget about those gentlemen in the inner city, first figure out... which god turned you into this, hahaha, and of course, it would be best to tell us which subterranean beast bit your ear so badly, otherwise it would be a sinful blasphemy..."

In the dim light, someone shouted again, eliciting a burst of inexplicable laughter, as if seizing a rare opportunity to vent their frustrations.

Ruger noticed that although the long-eared man still seemed embarrassed, he had relaxed and even had a hint of joy in his eyes, as if he didn't really hate the laughter of the crowd.

This left Ruger somewhat puzzled.

"Your information isn't accurate enough. I heard that the knight didn't die. It was Sir Waglen. His whole family was rescued... only the cook died... Apparently, there was a problem with some expensive ingredients. They went to the main house to inquire, probably looking for that wretched bearded butler. Anyway, she died there..."

A cacophony of voices erupted in the darkness, and the person who had spoken earlier fell silent.

It seems that discussing the family affairs of these inner-city lords is more appealing than mocking long-eared men.

Suddenly, no one paid any attention to the long-eared fellow who had just brought laughter to everyone.

Luger touched his stomach.

The second meat pie also completed its mission.

He ordered another drink, sipped it slowly, and sat for a while before getting up to leave.

This place is indeed very interesting. He actually sensed a fleeting fluctuation of mental energy on that long-eared creature.

Ruger walked out of the tavern and stretched.

It was getting close to dusk outside.

This must be what it feels like to travel through the underground world, he thought to himself.

Meeting different people, encountering different things, seeing strange scenery, and experiencing extraordinary things.

Luger stretched and walked along the dirty and smelly streets, feeling quite comfortable. It wasn't that he liked the filth and chaos, but this kind of place was more relaxing, much better than places surrounded by superhumans. This was also a major feature of the Endless Sea: numerous ordinary people's kingdoms were scattered across islands like stars in the sky.

If he were to stay overnight, the inner city would naturally be better, he thought.

Since the old Sir Wagler may still be alive, the so-called campaign to recruit the divinely inspired is probably still ongoing.

Ruger certainly couldn't cure diseases, but he was very interested in the upcoming fundraising and the young master who had contracted a strange illness. In addition, he felt that he had been neglecting one person, or more than one person.

That is, faith in wizards.

The Endless Sea has countless islands, but no one would complain about having too much land. Therefore, an island with normal human habitation, city-states, and history, whose exact size is unknown but is certainly not small, could not possibly be unclaimed. In other words, this must be the territory of some wizards.

He didn't know much about the sorcerers; he only knew what Vito had told him during their all-night chat outside the rabbit hutch. Vito must have had long ears or a big mouth, able to both hear and speak.

In Vito's account of the Endless Sea, and in Leiden's supplement, some of the most outstanding wizarding apprentices on the path of faith wizards would choose a small island early on to begin their so-called path of faith wizards, preparing for their advancement. Meanwhile, some weaker apprentices would mingle among larger islands, or between several islands, accumulating their own unique faith power in the cracks.

Some apprentices would choose a few acquaintances to join forces, occupy a small island, and practice their faith as wizards.

Of course, the path of faith in wizards is not limited to one form; it is more like a complex field with countless threads.

Therefore, an island like the one we are standing on cannot be an unclaimed place.

The Holy Tribunal, having devised this kind of assessment, will most likely not throw them into the territory of a formal wizard, where they might get slapped to death or have the wizard directly resolve the issue, making the assessment a joke.

Ruger swaggered down the not-so-wide street.

Based on his understanding of wizards, these guys who have stood out over the years have one thing in common: they try not to do useless things, and even when they do useful things, they try to achieve multiple benefits at once.

So it's more likely that these examinees will be simply thrown onto a small island where something might be wrong, and they'll have to show their skills, complete the assessment, and also solve some of the low-level tasks that the demon hunter wizards have been accumulating.

Ruger hummed, quite pleased with his analysis.

He can also play the role of a charlatan.

He was also very interested in the path of believing in wizards.

He had even figured out his disguise, where he came from, and the name of the god and church he believed in.

We walked and stopped, and the night was getting deeper.

Suddenly, an old man's loud shout came from an open space by the roadside.

Ruger's gaze was drawn to it. This was the first time he had seen such a large open space in this area. It should be considered a small square in this area, probably used for holding events.

"Hey!"

An elderly man with a wrinkled face but a sturdy appearance shouted loudly.

"God is like countless shining pillars in the sea, like the majestic Tianzhu Mountain, illuminating the entire endless sea."

"The Rat God is the brightest pillar, the center of the endless sea, the guardian of the farmland, the collector of morning dew, and the cure for disease..."

The old man chanted loudly, while some others prayed on the side.

Ruger pursed his lips, looking at the pitifully small group of twenty-odd people, and the passersby.

If this was also the work of a sorcerer, then that guy must be in a terrible state, and the true owner of this island isn't much better off. Because truly powerful beings wouldn't allow others to openly rob their faith on their territory, which partially confirms Ruger's earlier conjecture.

(End of this chapter)