Ryak People Don't Deceive Ryak People

Brandon watched as the young man, guided by the girl, stepped into the center of a magic circle glowing with blue phosphorescence. He unconsciously took a few steps back.

If this really was a scam by an evil god cult, keeping his distance would at least give him a chance to run.

However, everything that followed looked perfectly normal.

"Great Phil, God of Justice..."

The girl recited the prayer solemnly. The God of Justice cast down His gaze, and the small statue placed at the apex of the magic circle immediately lit up with a bright, hazy purple glow.

A few minutes later, the divine ritual ended.

"Sir, as you can see, the path best suited to your training is becoming an honorable mage."

Having witnessed the divine ritual with his own eyes, Brandon felt that his worldview had taken quite a blow.

Although the Prantis Continent had many gods, each with their own unique authorities and powers.

In Brandon's previous understanding, the divine arts of the God of Justice should have been powers exclusive to the God of Justice's followers.

Mortals who worshipped other gods should not have been able to use such divine arts.

Yet the divine art performed by the girl before his eyes had shattered that understanding.

The effect of the divine art could not be faked.

Could it really be as the girl had said? Was this god's domain so special that He could wield the powers of other gods?

The young man who had personally experienced the divine art no longer seemed as adamant as when he had shouted about heresy earlier. Upon learning that he possessed the talent to become a mage, his expression was a mixture of joy and worry.

He was delighted that he had a chance to become an honorable professional mage.

But what worried him was this.

"Mage... I don't have any money. Signing up for training at the Church of the Goddess of Magic costs a fortune, and there are all kinds of magical materials to pay for too. Even if I know I have talent, I still can't afford to get started..."

Those words immediately struck a chord with Brandon.

Because his circumstances were practically identical to what the other man had described!

What was the point of receiving a professional aptitude test even once?

Finding the career path best suited to oneself was certainly a great help in training. It was equivalent to avoiding a wrong turn.

But the threshold to entering a profession was right there. Without enough money, one simply could not support the daily expenses of a professional's training!

After hearing the young man's complaints, the girl merely smiled.

"Sir, I think you may wish to consider our sect."

"Your sect?"

"Yes. Allow me to introduce it."

"The one who guides us forward is a great being. His divine name is Noven, God of Knowledge."

"Although the God of Knowledge does not grant His followers blessings like other gods do, He is willing to point every believer in the right direction. No matter what kind of path you intend to walk, He can offer you corresponding assistance."

"As you can see, I am not a follower of the God of Justice, yet I can still receive Phil's attention and use divine arts belonging to the God of Justice. This is the unique ability of our Knowledge Sect."

"If you wish to become a mage, you may likewise offer your faith to Noven, God of Knowledge. He will guide you toward a suitable method."

"Most importantly, joining the Knowledge Sect and receiving Noven's guidance requires no money."

"As long as you are willing to offer your faith, the God of Knowledge will answer you."

After hearing this, the young man began to hesitate.

If they had a choice, any normal person would certainly choose the Goddess of Magic, who had a long history and widespread reputation.

Who was this God of Knowledge?

He had never heard of Him. Who knew whether He was reliable?

The problem was.

For people like Brandon, the other option was simply impossible.

As mentioned before, to become a professional, one had to go to a church and use divine arts to request a god's gaze and attention before they could possibly gain the qualifications.

What was more, many people paid the church's fees and tried for a long time, only to still fail to earn a god's recognition. They wasted their money for nothing and ultimately never became professionals.

If you had no money, you might as well give up early and work honestly.

Now, an opportunity of uncertain truth stood right before them.

All they had to do was offer their faith, and they could become professionals.

They were already here.

They might as well give it a try.

After all, the girl had even offered the God of Justice's divine art for free.

If they applied for a test at the Church of Justice, that single divine art would cost a full three gold coins.

Even if this was a scam sect, what could they possibly squeeze from poor folk from the lower district?

Why would they use such a precious divine art on them?

Brandon weighed the pros and cons.

Given his situation, he was willing to take a gamble.

The young man seemed to share Brandon's thoughts.

"The God of Knowledge, right? If He really can make me a mage like you said, then I'm willing to join your sect!"

"What do I need to do?"

The girl explained, "It's very simple. Please repeat the prayer after me."

"Offer your faith to Noven, God of Knowledge, and He will answer your request and guide you forward."

Half an hour later.

"Ah! I did it!"

"Hahahahaha!"

"I'm a mage now! I'm an honorable mage!"

The young man excitedly waved the glowing orb in his hand, trembling all over with excitement.

Brandon was utterly shaken.

"It really worked?!"

He even suspected that he had fallen under some kind of illusion spell, that everything tonight was merely a hallucination.

He had watched without blinking as the young man repeated the prayer after the girl, then seemed to sense something and sat down on his knees to meditate.

After several failures, he had actually succeeded in condensing a ball of light in his hand!

Brandon had seen mages use it before. This ball of light was called [Illumination]. It was formed from arcane energy and could provide light for the surrounding area.

The underground wine cellar, which had previously relied on candles and moonlight for illumination, immediately became bright under the effect of [Illumination]!

Unable to contain his excitement, the young man eagerly shared the news with the others in the wine cellar.

"Everyone, Noven, God of Knowledge, is the real deal!"

"Ryak people don't deceive Ryak people. Believe me, this god is different from those righteous gods. He really told me how to master spells and become a qualified mage!"

"The God of Knowledge will directly answer my prayers!"

"Great God of Knowledge, please accept the most heartfelt gratitude of Your follower—Pett Chinar!"

Brandon was dumbfounded.

"He really succeeded?!"

"By... placing his faith in this God of Knowledge?!"

At first, out of caution, he had remained skeptical of this sect he had never heard of before.

After all, there were countless foreign gods. Many small sects devoted to foreign gods would boast extravagantly when recruiting followers, claiming how powerful their god was and how offering faith would bring all sorts of benefits.

In reality, the actual results were completely different from what they advertised. It was nowhere near as good as they described!

If one was unlucky enough to encounter followers of an evil god, they would deceive anyone they could. If someone truly joined their sect, they might be sacrificed to the evil god on the spot.

But this Knowledge Sect had produced real proof that faith could bring rewards!

This time, Brandon was truly tempted.

Maybe... I should try offering my faith to this God of Knowledge too?

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