At that thought, Ruger smiled faintly. If this was a test carefully chosen by the Demon Hunter Wizards, they certainly had not expected a candidate to possess such a simple, brute-force solution. But this was not cheating. In the world of Wizards, strength spoke for itself. His mastery of the unranked spell Divine Object Art was part of his own strength. Besides, using it meant taking unknown risks himself.
Apart from Big Silly Hum and Aisijin, he had another lookout lying on the back of his hand: Stray Hair One. Since this fellow was eloquent and full of nonsense, Ruger had temporarily appointed him the God of Spirit Fur's special envoy-a talking spirit fur with a special position within the church, a physical manifestation of a miracle.
That certainly looked impressive enough to fool people.
Ruger felt he had all the makings of a religious charlatan. Even if he was not the best, he was definitely well above the passing mark.
Young Haya watched him with bright, intent eyes, along with the two exceptionally tall Dragonborn Kobolds.
To an ordinary person, the sudden appearance of those two towering figures at his side was no different from witnessing a miracle.
Although Haya was forcing himself to remain calm, the hand that had been holding his book trembled slightly. Whether from shock or excitement, Ruger could not tell.
"Young Master Haya, please relax. We are all here to help you. The great God of Spirit Fur guides all things."
Ruger spoke with a smile.
"The God of Spirit Fur cherishes all fur-bearing creatures in this world, including you, Young Master Haya. Your thick, lustrous hair is a blessing from our god."
Ruger made it all up. At first, he had only intended to soothe the boy with a few casual words, but