In the middle of the ravaged woodland, two bizarre-looking Wizard Apprentices with unmistakably demonic auras stood facing each other.
"Young man, I have a proposal. How would you like to become my student?" the demonic Wizard Apprentice suddenly asked.
Ruger blinked, almost thinking he had misheard. They were both Level-Five Wizard Apprentices, with at most a difference in age. Of course, his mental power had yet to reach the limit for a Wizard Apprentice, but that was beside the point. To hear the other man actually offer to take him as a student left him astonished. He could not even tell whether it came from appreciation or condescension.
"Demons come in all sorts of strange forms. Ordinary Wizards only occasionally hunt demons of comparable strength for their experiments. They see them no differently from underground beasts whose strength increases in tiers," the demonic Wizard Apprentice said, seemingly out of nowhere. "But for Wizards devoted to this field, even a powerful Wizard might turn his attention to the lowliest imp and study it in depth. As long as he delves deeply enough, he can still open new doors, discover new things, and uncover more secrets..."
"Demons may be materials used across all sorts of disciplines, but for Wizards like us who devote ourselves to studying them, demons are a discipline in their own right," he continued. "Even after becoming a High-Rank Wizard, you could spend your whole life exploring this field, investigating aspects that even demons themselves know nothing about..."
Ruger had to admit that, although he had initially been baffled, his interest had now been piqued.
But that was nowhere near enough to bring any wonderful change or reversal to his present situation.
All Ruger knew was that, after their exchange just now, the other man's Miserly Spell should be