The drooping flowers swayed gently beside Ruger's ear.
"As visitors, we've received guidance from the master here, and rewards far beyond what we've given in return. We ought to be courteous, humble, and grateful. But I think the master wouldn't want the valuable things here to go to waste, either," the petite female Wizard said. "We may not succeed, but we should at least try..."
Ruger nodded in wholehearted agreement.
He admitted that her words were moving-not charming, but genuinely stirring.
He was indeed a passerby, a lucky visitor, and a Kobold who liked acquiring treasures.
But he also had a timid, lazy side, and his greed was nowhere near strong enough to outweigh either trait.
Besides, they were fundamentally different. These so-called Black Wizards had clear goals, so naturally they were more motivated than he was. He merely had a little ordinary, instinctive greed. There was a vast difference between what drove them.
Ruger stole another glance toward the center of the Garden, and at the winding path, only a short stretch of which was visible from here.
Time ticked by.
The thunderous blow he had imagined never came.
It was as though Lady Kailyn was not in the Garden at the moment.
"This really is an invitation I can't refuse..." Ruger laughed.
The petite female Wizard smiled faintly at his words.
That was simply how it worked. Show a Wizard an alluring vision-a mysterious, enticing place that would someday crumble on its own even if no one claimed it-and there was no question of whether the invitation would be accepted. If no action had been taken, it was merely because the timing was wrong. As long as these Black Wizards did certain things to bring about the right circumstances here, some things would become almost inevitable, even without