Golden curved horns, and golden lines on a black book. This demon was dazzling.
Was this really a demon?
Trouble? That way of descending earlier, that pervasive Faith Power-was this the thief stealing the Faith Power associated with the Pale Yellow Crystal?
The target the Foreign God Oversight Council had searched so desperately for was standing right before them?
Ruger racked his brains, but for the moment, he simply could not make sense of it all.
Wizard Zorn stood relaxed to one side. None of this was a dream.
Ruger could not help stealing a glance at Zorn. Working from his trust in Zorn, he tried to piece everything together. This was no longer simply a matter of earning something on the side. It meant Wizard Zorn had known about all this beforehand. Some information in the official commission at the Demon Hunter Wizards' outpost, some distinguishing features of the incident, had reminded Zorn of what the Foreign God Oversight Council was investigating and led him to his own conclusion. That was how he had found a way to earn Merit Stones while saving himself some effort.
He had used other people's strength to meet this client.
In other words, this was a commission a demon had issued to the Demon Hunter Wizards.
A commission from a demon.
Considering the other party's identity, and the specially made badge clutched in that large hand, it did make sense.
It just seemed rather absurd.
With something this absurd, the supposed commission naturally could not be ordinary either.
Ruger blinked, hoping only that the Wizards of the Foreign God Oversight Council would not be too angry, or cough up blood from their anger.
"Oh, your scent..." The demon suddenly spoke after a brief pause.
Almost instinctively, Ruger switched Foul-Smelling Skin to its first