Ruger kept smiling, while instinctively running the numbers for the Knowledge Temple in his mind. Over a Two-Ring Wizard's long life, assuming they set aside all other ways of acquiring spells, they would have to purchase at least five to ten spells from the Knowledge Temple, depending on the individual. Paying in merit stones might cost over a hundred thousand. Even a Wizard like Zorn, devoting himself entirely to earning them, might take more than a decade to accumulate that amount. Paying in magic stones would mean an even greater sum.
Was two hundred thousand merit stones a lot?
Of course not. Ruger inwardly curled his lip. He would not remain just a Two-Ring Wizard; he would become a Three-Ring Wizard, then a Four-Ring Wizard. There was no such thing as too many merit stones. Besides, these two hundred thousand would not be all he earned. He was still handling demon-hunting incidents, and the Divine Object Art would continue bringing in a share of the proceeds. How much, however, was beyond his control.
He guessed that plenty of wealthy old Wizards would be curious enough to get a copy of the Divine Object Art for a look. They had no shortage of merit stones or magic stones and should have acquired it immediately, creating the first peak, which had probably long since passed. Younger Wizards who heard the news later would then begin arriving one after another, forming a second peak. After that, word of how difficult it was to learn would spread through small circles, and sales would gradually stabilize, decline, and fluctuate slightly. He did not know what stage things had reached now, and spellbooks could also be given away or resold.
Still, Ruger was full of anticipation.
Of course, Ruger believed that, with an unranked spell like