Wizard Zorn's sparkling eyes made Ruger's heart skip half a beat.
Everything that had happened, from their first meeting until now, flashed through Ruger's mind.
"I think you can agree to his proposal." Zorn leaned back lazily, sprawling in his chair again. "He's a veteran level-five apprentice who's been preparing for a long time, and he's already reached his limit. He probably isn't trying to deceive you. I'll keep an eye on things when you sign the contract."
Wizard Zorn gave a lazy yawn as he spoke.
"My lord, what is this place? Is it our outpost?"
Turning over those fleeting images of the past in his mind, Ruger voiced the question that had puzzled him all this time.
The wizard had never said anything about it. He had never even explained the other two rooms, which clearly showed signs of habitation. Why had their group come here? What was this place? Was it a temporary stop or a permanent, long-term outpost? What were they supposed to do here?
Ruger could not help thinking about these questions.
The images flashing through his mind seemed linked by a thread he could not quite make out.
It seemed that, ever since their first meeting on the cliff, Wizard Zorn had already planned all this and had been looking forward to the present situation.
Wizard Zorn had brought him and Mahama straight here, then left them to their own devices without a word.
Yet Ruger kept feeling that everything was under this fellow's control.
What would happen if he brought Ruger and Mahama here and left them here?
What did Ruger and Mahama have in common?
They were both level-five wizard apprentices, nothing more.
As trainee Demon Hunter Wizards, aside from attending to the necessary duties of Demon Hunter Wizards, level-five wizard apprentices