Chapter 130: One Trillion Gold [2]
At about 20cm tall, the size of a small doll, Wooden had a lightweight magic engraved on it, so if it stayed still, no one would doubt it was just a display model.
It would be best to keep it in a pocket dimension, but Wooden, having been in there once, strongly objected. It never wanted to go back to that place where there was nothing.
’Even though we made a contract and I engraved the mark of obedience on the golem, treating it that way wouldn’t be good in the long run.’
There was no need to overthink such matters. Spirits, for all their magical complexity, operated on fundamentally simple emotional principles. Contract or not, magical binding or otherwise, if they developed an aversion to something, that aversion remained steadfast and immovable. Their feelings weren’t complicated by the layers of social obligation or calculation that humans wrapped around their own desires.
Although the magical contract meant Wooden couldn’t physically escape his grasp or authority—the binding runes saw to that with absolute certainty—it was painfully obvious that if the golem’s motivation and contentment diminished, its performance would inevitably deteriorate. A reluctant servant, even one magically bound to obey, would never match the efficiency and ingenuity of one that served willingly. This was a principle that extended beyond mere magical theory into the practical reality of maintaining magical constructs with developing egos.
’Carrying it on my shoulder is out of the question...’
It would be ridiculous to advertise that he had made an ego golem, and he didn’t want to invite gossip by carrying a golem on his shoulder at his age.
"Wooden, shrink smaller."
<Kung?>
Wooden instantly shrank. About 1cm. It was the smallest form Wooden could take.
Click, Gerhard connected the joint protruding from Wooden’s head to a necklace.
It was a form inspired by how Aint carried his sword as a necklace.