Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 111 Apprentices and Aspirations

Ruger ate some chewy biscuits in the yard, watching Daisy and the others bustling around. Although they were leaving the manor, he didn't intend to let his stomach suffer, so he didn't stop them. Among the things they brought were tableware, kitchen utensils, and even various ingredients.

He was probably really hungry. He had already eaten three of the five thick flatbreads. He looked at the basket and decided to leave the last two for Big Fool and Aiskin to try.

Suddenly, he heard the little guy's voice again.

He got up and looked over, and sure enough, the rather daring little fellow was struggling to carry the basket to the lady next door.

This also shows that the person was indeed moving, just not as complicated as him.

But it seems this gift-giving attempt didn't go smoothly. The little guy's good intentions weren't accepted. The lady opened the door, said a few words, and then tightly closed the door again, not even giving the little guy a time to greet her. But the little guy showed a stubbornness beyond his boldness, persisting in greeting the door before finally leaving with his basket in both hands.

Luger watched everything with a smile; it was precisely this feeling of having all sorts of people that made it interesting.

Just as he was grinning foolishly, the door opened a crack again, and his not-so-beautiful neighbor looked at him.

He smiled and waved, and the woman nodded in response before closing the door again.

"What a strange person," Ruger commented on his neighbor, rubbing his dog face.

Soon everything was packed and ready. Daisy stayed behind, while the other three greeted him and boarded the beast-drawn carriage to return to the manor. As for the cook's job that was originally planned, it was handed over to Daisy, which she requested. She saw that Ruger didn't want to bring too many people and said that Ruger could trust her cooking skills.

"Lord Ruger, shall we have lunch now?" Daisy looked at him, clearly wanting to show off her culinary skills.

But Luger has lost his appetite now.

“You can pick a room you like, then relax for a while, or make something you like to eat and enjoy the afternoon,” Ruger said.

Daisy was slightly disappointed, but still happily turned around to choose a room.

Ruger returned to his recliner and continued flipping through the spellbook of writing. This was the last spell he hadn't yet mastered.

He counted and found that he now knew a total of thirteen spells: Foul Skin, Arcane Mark, Spiritual Boil, Bull Power, Hair Removal, Fireball, Magic Skin, Freezing Ray, Ear Planting, Lightness, Demon Body, Light, and the last one he mastered, Stinginess.

Including the writing technique he is currently studying, there are fourteen spells. Some are frequently used, while others are rarely used or only useful in specific situations. Fourteen different spells seem like a lot, but they are still far from comprehensive, and there will still be situations where one is helpless.

Just as he was getting into the study of writing after a period of random thoughts, a very obvious magical fluctuation interrupted his concentration.

He strode to the door and looked towards his new neighbor's house.

The magical fluctuations were coming from her house, and Ruger was now fairly certain that she was also a wizarding apprentice.

This place is unaffordable for most people, except for those who have accumulated wealth through years of business in the outer city. If a young man who lives alone comes here to live, he is most likely an extraordinary person, and probably a spellcaster who prefers quiet.

Why is there such a noticeable fluctuation in magical power?

It didn't feel like he was casting a normal spell; he thought it must be something he'd never seen before.

He suddenly felt a surge of excitement and wanted to go and see for himself, to broaden his horizons.

I'm just worried that the other person isn't someone who likes to share, or that what they're doing is related to themselves and they can't easily let others know.

He began pacing in the courtyard, sensing the magical fluctuations emanating from next door, his heart pounding with anxiety.

Boom!

With a muffled thud, wisps of smoke began to rise from the tightly closed windows next door. Ruger knew that perhaps his chance had come.

He rushed to the neighboring yard, controlling his excitement, and first knocked on the door cautiously and politely, but he was actually prepared to force his way in if there was no response.

After waiting for a while, the door slowly opened a crack.

She revealed an ordinary face, neither particularly beautiful nor ugly.

“Do you need help?” Ruger asked.

While waiting, he put on a face mask so as not to startle the other person when the door opened.

He was so considerate of the other person, even though they had already seen his unusual appearance when they first met in the courtyard.

The woman stared at him without saying a word for a long time.

"Are you a wizarding apprentice?" she said.

She's not beautiful, but she has a lovely voice.

Luger nodded.

"A helpful wizard apprentice who enjoys interacting with people," he said.

The woman rolled her eyes, as if she had finished sizing up Luger.

"I'm sorry to have bothered you. I'll be more careful."

The woman closed the door again as she spoke.

Ruger pursed his lips and reluctantly returned to his own yard.

The little guy in the distance saw him and seemed to be greeting him, smiling at him.

Ruger returned to the recliner.

He took out the notes he had received when he acquired the spellwriting skill and began to look through them. Due to the delay in his spell learning schedule, he hadn't yet read these notes. At the time, when he received the spellbook and notes, he was quite curious as to why a high-level wizard apprentice would spend time studying such spells.

Writing technique, zero-ring spell.

As the incantation is recited, the pen in front of you comes to life; this is a small spell often used to assist with experiments and schoolwork.

Ruger skimmed over a brief description of writing, and then began a strange experience.

The apprentice had the privilege of witnessing a wizard's entire battle, and not just any ordinary first-ring wizard. Based on his conversations with those around him, he deduced that the opponent was at least a third-ring wizard. It was that experience of watching the battle that led him to devote himself to studying writing, and he knew that writing was only the tip of the iceberg he was about to face.

It was a strange battle. He looked up at the back of the powerful wizard, at the modified writing technique, the illusory pen that appeared out of nowhere, and the indistinct writing in the void. Those shimmering characters flew like arrows toward the wizard's enemy, an incomparably powerful black wizard. Then, the head of the black wizard, who had rendered many high-ranking wizards helpless, exploded instantly.

The scene at the time shocked the apprentice so much that he began to inquire about everything about the wizard. He also learned of an interesting story from years ago. It was this old story that made him notice the inconspicuous little spell of writing. It is said that the wizard's spell of writing was solidified during his apprenticeship. Since then, it has become a joke among many people and a widely circulated source of amusement.

There's another rumor this apprentice gathered: it's said that the wizard's pen can connect to the legendary world of knowledge, or some say it's a layer within that world.

No one knows how this powerful wizard did it, nor what spells were needed to accomplish it. Many people speculate that it is related to the writing skills he developed in his childhood, and many have secretly studied this inconspicuous zero-ring spell.

(End of this chapter)