Dole rose to his feet, glaring at the other man with unfriendly eyes. "Then I won't trouble you to worry about it."
The middle-aged royal clansman watched the two trade barbed words, a bitter look on his face. He had only wanted to recruit an eighth-level pharmacist and had even specifically used a Prophecy Bug. Who would have thought that the other party would turn out to be a country bumpkin from the lower realm? Yet this country bumpkin wielded terrifying power—two basic Laws and one quasi-advanced Law. So long as he obtained the catalogue for the Law of Destruction, another mighty expert might well rise in this world.
This was not someone he could recruit. It was not even someone their branch could recruit.
He looked bitterly at the two of them, then turned to Dole. "Lord Dole, please forgive the disturbance. I didn't know you were an expert at the Law level. Otherwise, I would never have rashly used the Prophecy Bug."
There were few chances to use a Prophecy Bug. It was an extraordinarily miraculous species, capable of foreseeing the future within a certain span of time.
However, foreseeing powerful beings shortened a Prophecy Bug's lifespan. Only afterward did he discover that the bug was already at death's door. Clearly, this man's original strength had not been low to begin with.
Dole did not even spare the middle-aged man a glance. "Get lost. Don't let me see you again."
The middle-aged man gave a bitter smile. "Can I offer compensation?"
Dole turned his head toward him, a cold sneer appearing on his face. "Do you have a catalogue of Laws?"
The middle-aged man's expression twisted as bitterly as a melon.
The Law level was controlled more strictly in this world than anything else. Countless peak ninth-level experts