Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 326 Gemini and the Rat

Ruger walked around and chose the innermost room, which looked pretty good. He was somewhat surprised that there was no musty smell when he opened the door, since he felt the place was rather damp.

After a brief conversation, the young waiter prepared to leave.

"Why doesn't Sir Waglen seek help from the temple in the city?" Ruge suddenly asked.

Since the sorcerer was putting on an act in this place, there must be something like a temple there. As an outsider, he boldly asked the question.

The young man paused for a moment, then politely turned around again.

“Reporting to our esteemed guest,” the young attendant’s tone was no longer as casual as before, clearly having guessed the identity of the God-giver of Luger, “the Twin Temples are currently closed to the public. It is said that the great Twin Gods are walking their own thorny path, washing away the sins of their believers. The towering temples are enveloped by thorns that rise from the ground. The Twin Gods bear the suffering for their believers with boundless pain, and every step they take is a form of redemption…”

Ruger looked at the little waiter's expression.

This guy spoke softly, still carrying the vigor of youth, but his eyes had become increasingly fanatical.

The fervor in his eyes was not madness; it contained the admiration of a young person for a great achievement, and the purest yearning and respect for those who could do what others could not.

Ruger pursed his lips, reluctant to shatter the young man's dream.

"Then, what about that god of hamsters? And what about that great being?"

As Ruger spoke, he flipped his wrist, revealing some shiny silver coins in his palm.

The boy's eyes lit up, but then he hesitated.

Ruger looked at him.

The brightness in his eyes was not as intense as before, but it was still just as strong, so it was clear that the other party would accept it.

The boy looked back at the end of the corridor, then humbly looked at Luger again.

“My lord,” he lowered his voice, “that god of sable rats is considered a subordinate god of the Twin Temples, but few people mention him. Only some elderly people in the city know about him. His messengers never participate in the temple’s major celebrations, or perhaps there are no real messengers. The messengers and followers of that great one may really be those little sable rats scurrying around outside the city… Very few people in the city know his name.”

“However…” he lowered his voice again and leaned closer, “It seems to have increased recently. Some people have gotten wind of this from somewhere and started talking nonsense, praying to that person for everything. I guess it’s because the Twin Temples haven’t opened yet, and some people are having difficulties. They can’t wait any longer and want to pray to the gods, and then…”

Ruger looked at him, and although he didn't finish his sentence, the meaning was clear: this kid thought some people would try anything when they were desperate.

As the young waiter spoke, he was somewhat indignant, his youthful naiveté evident in his words. He seemed to be blaming those people for not being steadfast or devout enough in their faith. However, coming from an ordinary background, he could also clearly sense that those people had encountered difficulties and couldn't wait to pray to the Rat God. Therefore, he revealed the unique struggle and seriousness of a young man.

The clattering sound of moon coins pulled the young waiter back to reality.

Luger smiled and opened his hand, placing a dozen or so gleaming silver moon coins in his palm.

The young man bowed and expressed his gratitude in a low voice as he walked downstairs.

Twin Gods? Thorns? From the Gods?
The Rat God?
Ruger watched the boy's departing figure, then turned and went into his room.

These wizarding apprentices who follow the path of wizardry have quite a variety of ways of doing things.

Ruger sighed inwardly, then thought of ordinary wizard apprentices. To these ordinary people, they were indeed almost like gods. Various strange spells and potions, to the bewildered commoners, were no less powerful than those of the weaker gods in legends. The manifestations might differ slightly, but wizard apprentices were far more generous than those so-called gods; they could simply toss over a bottle of low-end supernatural potion to bestow various blessings. Moreover, this small island kingdom made it easier to handle these issues; a much larger territory might be beyond the capabilities of a wizard apprentice.

Even the most normal wizard apprentices live longer than ordinary people. Once they take special potions or undergo bloodline modification, or even become formal wizards and complete a leap in life, their lifespan will increase significantly.

Upon closer reflection, a long lifespan and the ability to do things that ordinary people cannot—isn't this exactly what ordinary people consider a deity?

The concept of so-called gods is completely different in the eyes of wizards and ordinary people, Ruger thought.

He touched the fairly spacious bed, turned around and lay down on it, finding it more and more interesting the more he thought about it.

I don't know where his teacher is.

Of course, he didn't gain anything more. This little trinket for the assessment was enough. He was just a little curious, and it might be better to meet before completing the assessment. Maybe that's what the teacher originally envisioned.

In the Endless Sea, for those religious wizards, gaining the favor of a powerful teacher can lead to drastically different developments. For example, some old wizards will allocate a small territory in their own area to their close students, allowing them to start developing their land in the early stages of their apprenticeship. When the time is right, they can also spend a certain amount of money to find an uninhabited desert island, relocate their population there, and start managing and building. Some powerful wizards will even directly include some small islands in the surrounding area that they don't want in their sphere of influence, and then sell them to their future capable students.

Ruger rested quietly, waiting for the stewed fish strips that the young waiter had so highly recommended.

The power of faith.

Is it really that good?
Ruger only knew that, in terms of evaluation, it was something similar to the power of origin. He probably also had the so-called power of origin, but its uses were different. The power of faith was not only used for combat and casting spells. According to Vito, it also had many wonderful uses, and could even be used directly to enhance mental power, heal injuries in the mental space, and so on.

Vito once emphasized by the campfire that the wizards did not want to become gods, but rather to control the flames as if casting a fireball spell.

The mysteries of the gods attracted the wizards' attention, so they lay down on the experimental table, and various studies began. The things related to the gods were complex, and the worship of wizards was a byproduct. Just like using fire, the path of the worship wizards was to try to use the power of faith, which had a wide range of uses. In fact, the wizards' research and use of the power of faith had long surpassed that of the so-called gods.

The long-awaited stewed fish strips with tree nuts were finally served after a knock on the door.

Ruger looked him over expectantly, only to find that the young waiter's face was covered in scars.

"Something interesting happened?" Ruger chuckled.

The young waiter put down the wide, long tray, chuckled, and scratched his head.

"Are they those shiny little silver things?"

Ruger said softly as he looked at the three servings of stewed fish strips.

"No, no, no, it has nothing to do with that, sir. Hehe, I've kept those Moon Coins safe."

The young waiter denied it, his smile tugging at the wound on his lip, making his expression somewhat distorted.

"Then, are they those gifted by God?"

"I asked curiously," Luger said.

The waiter hesitated for a moment, then waved his hand vigorously, bowed, and walked out.

(End of this chapter)