Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 332 Piety and Fanaticism

The three kobolds listened blankly to Young Master Haya's story. Aiskin, who had been holding up her double-edged axe, also put it down. It was a new axe that had been bought for her in Blackhorn. When Big Fool held Young Master Haya's hand, Aiskin had been preparing to swing the axe down as soon as he broke free. She was quite satisfied with the long-handled battle axe that Luger had given her, especially its weight.

"Since you asked about that book, I think... things related to my mother should also be helpful..."

Haya glanced at the scratched desktop and said in a low voice.

Ruger recalled what had happened to Haya.

"Young Master Haya, you... are Sir Waglen's youngest son?"

As Ruger listened to his story, he felt that something was amiss.

Haya was taken aback.

“Yes, I am my father’s youngest child and his only child,” Haya said slowly. “My mother has always been in poor health. My father spent many years collecting a large amount of Sun Coins to offer to the temple, and in return, he received a potion from the temple that allowed my mother to finally live like an ordinary person and not fall ill so often. However, they never had their own children, which was always a regret for them. After some years, for the sake of the family’s continuation, I had two older brothers. They were both adopted by my father, and they are still helping him manage the fleet now…”

The room was very quiet.

As Ruger listened to Haya's account, he couldn't help but nod. He could now make sense of the parts that were wrong before, but he still felt that something was missing.

"Your mother's beliefs..." Ruger began slowly.

“It’s the Twin Gods. Everyone in the family says that my mother is the most devout believer in the Twin Gods,” Haya said with certainty.

Luger nodded.

The people here would definitely give this answer. He asked the question just to confirm, since there are still a very small number of believers in that god of rats.

He actually wanted to ask about the cause of the lady's death, but thought the butler might be a good target, as Haya was probably just a child a few years old at the time.

Ruger had already considered that since the assessment did not have specific requirements, he naturally had multiple options, such as revealing his identity directly.

The so-called Twin Temples are nothing more than something created by a poor soul struggling on the path of a sorcerer. So he could choose to reveal his identity and say that this is a witch hunter wizard assessment, requesting the other party's cooperation and help. After all, this is the other party's territory, and many things will be easier. Of course, he could also do what he is doing now, disguise his identity, and spend some time exploring the area himself.

Now, he feels that perhaps not trying to find the Gemini God immediately was the right choice.

Ruger glanced up at Aiskin and Big Fool, who were always ready.

"Young Master Haya, please relax..."

As Luger spoke, the spell model was fully activated, and the Divine Artifact spell was cast.

In an instant, the scene before my eyes changed.

The spell was successfully cast again.

Anchoring himself to the object, he entered into its realm of perception, and began to examine the dagger.

Its experiences, fragmented and discontinuous, unfolded before his eyes.

Since this is a test for demon hunters, we can also use this question to deduce the range of answers.

Did Haya's mother make a deal with the devil by chance?
And that figure, possibly dressed in a wizard's robe, could be a wizard apprentice from an outer island causing trouble? Perhaps some wizard apprentices without their own territory borrow other people's islands to do certain things.

Or perhaps something even more extreme.

As the faith of wizards has developed over countless years in the Endless Sea, various methods and ways of survival have inevitably emerged. For example, there are wizards or wizard apprentices who specialize in scouting opportunities and secretly destroying other people's islands. If they succeed, it is equivalent to freeing up a well-managed island for them to occupy. This usually happens when the target is away for a long time or even when they are advancing to the level of a wizard.

Among the ways people destroy islands, Ruger wondered if there were any methods involving secretly releasing demons on rival islands to cause widespread suffering. A fragmented scene appeared before his eyes.

Deep in the forest, a woman knelt before a weathered, shapeless statue, praying as the light shifted and the woman swayed. Her devotion seemed to move some unseen force, or perhaps some condition had been met, and the statue resonated with her.

Then, Ruger saw the statue crack open and a book appear.

The woman crawled to the statue, seemingly surprised and frightened, then saw the book and picked it up.

This is exactly how Haya's mother obtained the book.

It wasn't until the woman moved toward the cracked statue that Ruger noticed the thorns covering the ground and the woman's hands and legs already stained with blood.

The woman picked up the book and prayed again. She seemed to hear a sound, and her face lit up with joy. After a while, she seemed to think of something and hesitated. Then she knelt down and bowed her head. After a long time, she got up and staggered away with the book she had inexplicably obtained.

As soon as the image appeared, Ruger guessed that the book or dagger was nearby because he was reading it.

The dilapidated scene leaped and blurred, and just as Luger was about to lose patience, another change occurred.

It was that same hazy figure, seemingly dressed in a wizard's robe.

The figure seemed to be drawing something on the ground.

Ruger carefully examined the man's surroundings, trying not to miss a single detail. He could make out the general idea of ​​things that weren't very clear: there seemed to be human corpses scattered haphazardly around the man.

As the man drew his lines, a faint glow appeared from the place where the corpses were piled up.

Ruger's eyes grew brighter.

Just as he was about to continue watching, the scene changed again. Something that couldn't be seen in its entirety was moving. The reason he couldn't see the whole thing was because his perspective, or rather, his viewpoint, was inserted into this thing.

The thing's rough fingernails scraped across the Luger, then moved on to the next one. It seemed to be something whose full form was unknown, and it possessed more than one Luger. It was choosing one.

After a long period of contemplation, amidst a strange laugh, the object that Luger was relying on was broken off and thrown somewhere.

Ruger flipped through the air, the scene spinning around him, but he still vaguely felt that the place he had been thrown to looked somewhat familiar.

It was somewhat different from what he had in mind.

However, he still boldly speculated that this might be a more authentic abyssal altar.

The last time he saw the Abyss Altar, he was running errands for the halflings, and that one was a makeshift setup, far less formal than this one, so naturally they were different.

He suddenly realized that the broken piece was probably the precursor to the dagger, made from materials from some kind of demon that had been traded, and then crafted into a dagger that no longer exuded demonic energy.

So how did it end up being made into a book?
Luger abruptly interrupted the spell.

He opened his eyes and sensed a distinct demonic aura here for the first time. At the same time, Young Master Haya had completely lost control.

Upon seeing Luger break free from his spellcasting state, Da Shaheng immediately released his battered hand. If it weren't for his own healing ability combined with the life force accumulated by the Life Warrior, that hand would probably have turned into a tattered wind chime.

Haya's eyes reddened, and she was no longer the frail woman sitting by the window. She nimbly flipped over and pounced on Big Fool Heng.

boom!
The enormous double-edged battle axe, like swatting a fly, sent Haya flying through the window and down to the ground below, eliciting gasps of surprise.

(End of this chapter)