Upon hearing this, Ruger and Kurt both glanced at Mahama, who was itching for a fight. Then, while one steered and the other read, they continued their earlier conversation.
Seeing their attitude, Mahama shrugged his broad shoulders. Just as he had last time, he casually opened the window beside him and assumed a poised, ready-to-strike stance.
"Do you want them alive?" Mahama suddenly turned back and asked.
Ruger glanced at Kurt.
"Use your judgment," Ruger said.
While they had been on the trade island, they had already noticed several furtive figures.
The two resumed talking about Mr. Tali.
The path Kurt had described—a faith wizard path that stole, or rather intercepted, the faint faith emitted by all things in nature—was indeed quite interesting. However, preparations had to begin with the meditation method itself before one could embark on this unusual path of gathering Faith Power.
Yet through the faith of the spirit hairs, Ruger could tell that this so-called resonance had to be exceedingly powerful. The spirit hairs' Faith Power was already weak; the faint stray Faith Power drifting through nature had to be astonishingly feeble. Only by bringing that resonance to an extremely powerful level could one gather grains of sand into a tower and catch up to wizards like Kurt, who had territories and human believers.
"Lord Ruger seems very interested in this method?" Kurt said.
Bang!
Mahama had already shot out through the window, even though there was clearly a door right there.
"I merely find it interesting. I no longer need such a method to obtain Faith Power," Ruger said.
Kurt studied him, then nodded with utmost seriousness.
"Indeed. Though it is not particularly dense, I can sense a rather pure Faith Power within you," Kurt said. "You should have no need for such a time-consuming,