Ruger swept his gaze from left to right over the three Spellbooks laid out before him. These were the three expensive Third Ring Spellbooks he had acquired yesterday.
As that round, roly-poly Old Wizard had said, it was fortunate that Ruger was an unusually wealthy young Wizard. Mahama certainly would not have been able to afford them again. Of course, his Merit Stones had not come to him for free. Unlike Mahama, who fussed around with ordinary demon-hunting commissions, Ruger took on major jobs. The last conscription, for instance, had left his mind a complete mess. Effort deserved a return. He made his living at the high end, relying on his talents and skills.
Ruger reached over and picked up the teacup from the small round table beside him.
The first spell on the left was a very interesting one. Ruger had taken a liking to it at first sight.
Heart-Leaker's Hidden Scroll, a Third Ring spell.
A special spell created starting from healing, initially meant to save a shattered man whose formidable vitality and timely treatment created a miracle. Yet even though his physical form was pieced back together, he would forever remain an incomplete deficiency. The spell was originally born to mend a heart that was already too difficult to piece back whole. After a flurry of effort and sustained modification, when he finally stood up like a normal person, the real problem only just emerged. His deficiency was not merely physical; his Mental Power Space and soul had also been shattered in that very instant.
Though the skilled savior was immensely powerful and had gathered the rescued man's shattered soul in time, then repaired his Mental Power Space, even powerful Wizards could not always guarantee perfection, especially in matters involving the soul. Minor oversights were unavoidable. After