A sprinting giant? A messenger of the gods?
Ruger thought that if the fellow kept running for a while longer, he might become a legend passed down throughout the surrounding seas years from now, a tale told among ordinary people. There might be a version about a kind giant delivering fish, or darker, more frightening versions meant to scare children.
But alongside his amusement, Ruger felt a little curious.
Now that he knew about it, though, Ruger felt he could go back and get on with his work.
Mahama would come out and sprint around for no apparent reason from time to time. That meant Big Guy was still on the island, so nothing unusual had happened.
Ruger began buying supplies in bulk. Thanks to the benevolent giant, there were many more unfamiliar large fish and oddly shaped sea creatures available. Besides, Serious Mouse's Inn was clearly still missing a few things. Some of its tableware had even come from the Old Lunse Potion Shop, carried over by Aisijin and the others.
The running giant, Wizard Zorn, who had vanished along with the red-haired Wizard, and Jillian and her apprentice Varin, who were busy with their own affairs and appeared and disappeared without warning.
The Demon Hunter Wizards also belonged to the Holy Tribunal, but lacked the corresponding authority of the Holy Judgment Wizards. They really were a loosely organized bunch. Fighting certain demons might be dangerous, but things were probably even more thrilling for the Holy Judgment Wizards, who hunted down rulebreakers who were Wizards themselves.
Then again, viewed from another angle, as the blades of judgment, the Holy Judgment Wizards ought to stand half a rank above them. Only then could they display the authority of those who passed judgment, serving as their highest blades.
**"I'm here to