Though the spacious hall was not pitch-black, it was dim enough to feel boundless.
At a glance, there was naturally no way to tell how many strange wizards were there.
Yet that faint, inconspicuous murmur of surprise in the vast hall still reached Ruger's ears with perfect clarity.
His furry ears twitched.
He felt that his short, fur-covered appearance made him look perfectly normal compared with the other wizards here. At least there was nothing strange about him.
Certainly nothing that should have prompted surprise or confusion.
Through the pitch-black opening, he could see the figure remain still for a while. He could sense that whoever was inside was using the smooth black stone platform to examine and identify his Identity Badge-his Demon Hunter Badge.
Ruger watched with a slight twitch of his brows. This seemed somewhat different from what he had imagined.
Dimly, he could make out four horns on the figure's head, varying in length and curving slightly.
A Bloodline Wizard?
Even a Wizard Apprentice should be able to do this work. The black steps underfoot were only there to screen wizards accepting or posting commissions. There was no need to be so strict about whoever sat inside. They could even use modified servants who weren't apprentices at all, and station actual wizards only at the most important steps to handle high-level cases that required a certain resilience just to hear about.
Ruger had only just raised his brows and had yet to speak.
The indistinct figure behind the opening gradually receded and disappeared.
What a rude fellow.
Ruger stared in surprise.
Before long, a figure reappeared. Ruger raised his brows slightly. The figure before him no longer had those curved horns of varying lengths.
A subtle ripple of mental power spread out.
"Sir, your identity has been