These fools were exactly like the worshippers they saw every day, except that their positions had been reversed: they had become the worshippers. They had failed to truly understand, fixating on an unseen outward image without grasping the essence of what they yearned for. They understood far less than Kurt did. The God of Wizards was not a deity who required them to gather and pray constantly, but a truly exceptional existence. They needed to recognize what made him exceptional. Had he been an ordinary god, that lord would never have gone to such lengths, or even spared him a second glance.
Anyone who truly understood the God of Wizards, his principles and intent, would never have done such a thing. Once they truly understood him, then, as Kurt had said, meditation and contemplation-even silently discussing spells with oneself-were all prayers to the God of Wizards. From the moment of true understanding, the God of Wizards did not even need his worshippers' devotion. Everything one did as a Wizard was prayer, and every commitment to wizardry was devotion. Prayer between worshipper and god was simply another form of communication.
These fools really ought to have had Lord Kurt, living on his remote little island, teach them a lesson.
They were truly squandering excellent territory and resources.
The God of Wizards probably did not care for worshippers who failed to understand his intentions, either. Their constant prayers would not receive many genuine responses.
Still, what they had seen this time also showed that the God of Wizards' influence had already begun spreading unseen.
Ruger boarded the carriage again.
The Silver Carriage raced onward, traveling to several more locations in succession.
Sitting beside the carriage window, Ruger raised his brows. Outside, the sky was gradually brightening.
They still had not left this