Ruger opened his mouth and glanced at Mahama, who stood beside him. Big Guy looked a little stunned as well.
As for Ruger himself, he still wanted the Spellbooks. The Spellbooks produced by the Knowledge Temple were different from the ones he wrote in his own notebooks. Their contents were definitive-the most stable versions, the ones that best reflected the original intent and essence behind the spells' creation. There were differences in craftsmanship and materials, too. To put it somewhat extravagantly, some of the content in the Knowledge Temple's Spellbooks was alive. Ruger suspected that special paper and ink made this possible, though the process might well be more complicated.
Moreover, the Knowledge Temple's Spellbooks bore traces of the mental power of a scribe proficient in that particular version of the spell.
For Ruger, this was an additional benefit.
Especially now, when he was about to modify his spells.
Besides, keeping a finely made Spellbook close at hand and leafing through it from time to time was a pleasure in itself.
Ruger blinked, visibly tempted.
Yes, he was still tempted.
"Sir, I still prefer the Spellbooks. Of course, I'd like to see their prices before deciding," Ruger said in a low voice.
The round old Wizard's eyebrows twitched. For an instant, he seemed to deflate like a punctured ball, but his smile soon returned.
"Before that, I think you should take out some identification, such as your Demon Hunter Wizards badge, and set it gently here. Yes, just like that," the ball-shaped old Wizard said, rallying himself.
Ruger gave him a surprised look.
Without much hesitation, he took out his Demon Hunter Wizard Badge as instructed.
When the badge touched the book-shaped stone, a subtle gleam flashed across its surface.
Ruger blinked and glanced at the other man. The rotund