Ruger recalled the first time he had seen a bloodline-infected Wizard Apprentice. He had been in his little crafting room, standing by the window with Elena, watching the owl-headed young woman beside the old stone-statue Wizard fight a bloodline-infected Wizard Apprentice in the alley. That had been his first close look at a genuine bloodline-infected Wizard Apprentice, rather than a fake like Elena. In truth, he did not know much about the bloodline-infected.
Zhizhi soon spat the man out.
The poor fellow was no longer recognizable. He had most likely fainted because of Foul-Smelling Skin, then met an unfortunate end in Zhizhi's powerful stomach acid.
Zhizhi kept spitting to one side, repeatedly conveying a sense of utter disgust to Ruger.
But Zhizhi's limited ability to describe things also left room for ambiguity. Even now, while conveying disgust through their mental connection, Zhizhi also expressed that the man had possessed a strangely tempting scent.
Ruger found that hard to understand.
It was precisely that supposedly tempting scent, which Ruger could not understand, that had made Zhizhi so eager to swallow the Wizard Apprentice.
Yet immediately afterward, Zhizhi had instinctively felt disgusted.
Ruger looked around. The fight had ended so quickly that he had never gotten a chance to see their spell-like abilities. They had not even had time to make a mess of the surroundings.
"Thank you for your assistance, Sir Ruger."
Vito bowed solemnly to Ruger.
Ruger waved a hand and casually dismissed his spell. His body began to change, and he took out the robe he had put away.
Layden had already crouched beside the two Wizard Apprentices' corpses and seemed to be searching for something.
"They didn't bring Storage Pockets, so there's nothing here that could identify them," Layden said, still searching. "They have nightmare organs, but they