They had worked together throughout the journey. Since this fellow had instigated the incident, handing him over to the Foreign God Oversight Council was undoubtedly the right course of action, and would naturally earn them a reward. But as an unexpected discovery made while carrying out Mr. Demon Smith's commission, handing him over to the Holy Tribunal would be equally justified.
Ruger blinked. In other words, besides the merit stones for assisting the Foreign God Oversight Council and those earned by perfectly completing the commission resulting from Demon Smith's deal with the Demon Hunter Wizards, they would even receive a third batch.
Praise the Demon Hunter Wizards. Praise Lord Zorn.
Of the Wizards who would do something like this, the freewheeling Demon Hunter Wizards probably accounted for most, and Lord Zorn was a master among them.
Ruger looked at the man, who had barely managed to move over and lean against a stone slab to recover, and could only wish him luck. He hoped the fellow would survive, and that he would yield some worthwhile discoveries for those Wizards. A plentiful harvest would satisfy them and, in their eyes, might indirectly offset the trouble he had caused.
In a sense, all of this was both fortunate and unfortunate, and both the Supreme Council and the Foreign God Oversight Council bore responsibility. Normally, a survivor like this would hardly have been left to wander outside. But when that dead world fell, the disturbance caused by the God of Wizards had concealed this little fish, granting him a period of warped survival and growth. There had also been those unfortunate Wizards and Apprentices.
Through coincidence, all these events had changed many people's fates. Ruger did not know them. Like a traveler passing through, he had only seen their twisted, half-crystallized corpses. Through