These people were serious and meticulous. The specifications of the contract paper alone made that clear.
Ruger glanced at the thing floating toward him without reaching out to touch it or saying a word. He simply turned to look at the Middle-Aged Wizard seated at the head.
"Are you a Three-Ring Wizard?" the Middle-Aged Wizard asked with a faint smile.
A fluctuation of mental power burst from Ruger, then vanished in a flash, as though nothing had happened.
The man nodded.
The gazes of some seated Wizards shifted slightly, and their expressions softened.
"A Three-Ring Wizard may learn a little first, then decide." As the middle-aged man spoke, a fluctuation of mental power flashed across him as well. He was a Four-Ring Wizard.
Seeing this, Ruger merely sat there calmly.
He was not particularly afraid of an ordinary Four-Ring Wizard, though he could not underestimate one either. Even some Two-Ring Wizards or One-Ring Wizards could be troublesome, like those he had encountered in the Small World. Here, however, he felt more confident because he could call his teacher out, though that might interrupt his teacher's game of Rabbit Chess.
Here, he no longer faced danger alone.
"As you said, you can think of this as a place where we work together to save one another. Here, we can share our respective
discoveries and intelligence obtained through different channels, and search together for a true path to salvation. Perhaps we might not merely be saved, but benefit, becoming true beneficiaries of that esteemed figure's legacy," the Middle-Aged Wizard said slowly, resting his elbows on the chair's armrests. "Like you, for instance. Surely you have made some special discovery of your own and are diligently searching for clues."
Drip, drip! Somewhere, water was dripping.
"Everyone here is like you. A shared goal