Chapter 366
God blinked.
"You and your companions are all very different... Besides, I'm not a god. I haven't spent a few decades on some isolated little island, like those fellows, and truly started thinking of myself as divine. You should know, I'm only a wizard apprentice—and wizard apprentices have to eat."
The man smiled and lowered his head to take a huge bite of flatbread, though he had separated the two pieces before eating them.
Listening to him, Ruger's heart stirred slightly, but his chewing remained unchanged.
"You've seen that companion of ours who's always passing out drunk?"
Ruger spoke indistinctly around his food.
"I've seen him passed out by the roadside several times, but I didn't disturb him. He gave me a very dangerous feeling. He should be an extremely powerful wizard apprentice," the man said as he ate. "I didn't rashly probe him—that would have been very rude. But I've been here for a long time, and he often comes and goes from your courtyard, so I did take notice..."
"That was a wise choice. He often goes mad when he's drunk. Don't disturb him. Just let him sleep like that."
Ruger raised a hand and stuffed the last bit of flatbread into his mouth.
"Kurt! You lazy bastard! The God of Sorrow won't like your suffering! You'll become someone the gods despise, because you're always groaning without pain and putting on airs... You! Swallow that damned flatbread and get your ass back here..."
A powerful roar of scolding suddenly rang out from the street corner not far away.
That rough, booming voice was enough to reveal its owner's sturdy physique and robust health.
God—though perhaps he should be called Kurt now—had been about to say something else. Upon hearing that voice, he shrank his neck and