It was a strange sensation. The man had not spoken, yet Ruger could already sense what he was thinking. He felt wronged and somewhat annoyed, but above all, heartsick.
A Mushroom Person?
Looking at this woeful fellow, Ruger suddenly remembered something he had heard earlier. A Wizard he had met on the road had mentioned it to ease the tension: among the Otherworld Invaders was a type of humanoid mushroom creature. As it happened, a rarely seen Mushroom Person Wizard had come to this Newborn Small World. A few coincidences and misunderstandings, along with deliberate malice from certain people, had put this rare Mushroom Person Wizard through quite an ordeal.
Ruger blinked, thinking this fellow was a bit of a lovable fool.
The fine powder drifting from his body from time to time was a kind of Emotion Spores produced by Mushroom People.
Ruger watched closely. These were also one of their means of communicating with others. Ordinary people could barely communicate with them by touching the spores, while Wizards could communicate more effectively by touching the Emotion Spores with their Mental Power. At the moment, however, this fellow was not expressing anything complicated. His entire body simply radiated a sense of being terribly wronged.
"He's probably saying he was just resting and sleeping there." Ruger glanced at the female Wizard beside him.
The female Wizard opened her mouth.
"He says you woke him up, then attacked him..." Ruger turned back and continued.
The Mushroom Person clearly knew his boundaries and did not rashly approach. He simply stood where he was, looking a little annoyed. As he rose out of the soil, the mushroom cap on his head shrank by two sizes, becoming rather more pleasing to the eye.
"He's never done anything to hurt anyone..." Ruger said, pursing his