Chapter 365
Easy to become an official wizard, but the road ahead was bleak?
Ruger did not think that was a problem, and evidently most wizards thought the same. That was why they rushed into it one after another. This "road ahead" referred to a realm beyond everyone's ability to look up to, even beyond imagination. For most wizards or wizard apprentices, it was something they would never touch in their lives—or rather, a problem they would never have the chance to worry about.
Certainly, those who had the opportunity to become wizards were all extremely confident. But beyond confidence, there was not necessarily only inferiority; there was also reason, rational thought, and rational self-examination.
Different people made different choices.
Just as Wizard Zorn's ancient tale had said, the cold gazes of those with lofty ambitions were, in Ruger's view, something Beast King Wizards had inevitably needed to endure in that particular era. Among them were no lack of jealous eyes. Even wizards of the same rank, or those a rank below, would imagine brighter futures for themselves, regarding the Beast King Wizards in their eyes as weaklings choosing to seek their own deaths. The lingering contempt was unavoidable—until they completely cast off the seemingly unchangeable fate hanging over Beast King Wizards and shattered every shackle on their path.
In the world of wizards, strength spoke for itself. Perhaps someone who had cast a cold glance by day was secretly researching the extraordinary path of Beast King Wizards alone at night.
Ruger looked at the drunkard before him, utterly relaxed on this little island, slinging arms around ordinary people's shoulders and doing as he pleased.
Time had already proven it, just as the many varied Beast King Wizards of today had.
"My lord..."
Ruger held that blood-dripping hide in his