The crossroads fell silent.
Ruger stopped studying the round ornament and could not help looking the almost-human fellow before him up and down again. At the same time, he quietly took out his own Demon Hunter Badge. They were identical, even made from the same demon. He wondered just how large that demon's curved horns had been to produce so many ornaments, as though the supply were inexhaustible. In his hands, this object was a badge of the Demon Hunter Wizards. The fellow before him was obviously not one of them, which meant it could only mark him as a disciple of the Demon Wizard.
"Why do you say that?" Ruger asked, taking half a step back to put a little more comfortable distance between them.
Everything about this fellow was strange. He had been stealing Faith Power for quite some time, and the Faith Power within him had become terrifyingly chaotic, yet he still retained a reasonably clear mind.
It was simply inconceivable. It made no sense at all.
His perception was also exceptionally keen. Ruger's Demon Hunter Badge had been inside his Storage Pocket. Although it was only the most ordinary kind of Storage Pocket, its contents should not have been detectable. The only possibility was that when he had taken it out earlier, it had left a trace of the demon material's aura on his hand, so faint that virtually no one should have noticed.
The more he thought about it, the stranger it seemed.
The inhuman fellow tilted his head and looked at Ruger, seemingly considering his question.
"Because he helped me, and gave me this..." the inhuman man said.
Countless thoughts raced through Ruger's mind, only for him to suppress them all in an instant.
"If you don't mind my asking, when did he help