Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 112 Dinner and Breakfast

The mere thought of Ruger's entire wizarding apprenticeship, during which his only solidified zero-ring spell was writing, sent shivers down his spine. This essentially meant the end of any opportunities for exploration or completing wizarding commissions. Of course, this might not seem like a big deal; after all, some people are better at making potions or completing commissions that don't require long journeys to earn resources. However, in the long apprenticeship before becoming a full-fledged wizard, conflicts and contradictions are always inevitable.

Ruger imagined a terrible scene.

As the argument escalated to its most intense point, fueled by differing ideologies or other factors, and magical fluctuations subtly brewed in their hands, one person suddenly raised their hand and unleashed their most proficient, almost instinctive, writing technique. They instantly penned ten apology letters, effortlessly neutralizing the opponent's threateningly uncontrollable magic. Considering that normal writing techniques can record two or three notes simultaneously, it's safe to assume that writing ten apology letters simultaneously with this fixed spell would be no problem, and likely wouldn't even have reached its limit.

However, if one has to write too much at the same time, the caster's brain might not be able to keep up, which suggests that the powerful wizard must have some way to solve this problem.

Ruger felt that those things were too far removed from his own life, so he put them aside for the time being and began to focus on learning writing.

It wasn't until night deepened that he emerged from that state of concentration, which was different from before. Before his mental strength was trained, he simply couldn't maintain such long-term focus. As he mastered meditation techniques and his mental strength continued to improve, the time he could concentrate became longer and longer.

"Sir, is it time for dinner?"

Daisy had been waiting for a long time.

“Of course,” Ruger said with a smile, looking at her expectant expression.

Actually, he was also a little curious about Daisy's cooking skills, as it would affect his future appetite. As for Big Fool and Aiskin, they didn't care. With Ruger's skill in grilling meat for them, they praised it endlessly.

Daisy had indeed pleased Ruger. Dinner wasn't fancy or complicated; it consisted of a few simple dishes, maintaining a certain level of refinement while increasing the portions, and even included portions for Aiskin and Big Fool. The reason he always ordered meals for the knights after training was because the regular dishes at the manor were too small. It was too much trouble to put a bunch of plates on and finish them in two bites, so he only occasionally ate something new and interesting.

With a wave of his hand, Luger directly made Aiskin and Big Fool hum.

"Brother Luger."

"Brother Luger."

Big Fool finally got used to calling Luger that instead of calling him Master or just humming twice. Actually, this guy wasn't stupid. He just kept forgetting to change his address before, and he was afraid of being scolded, so he used his most habitual humming twice to get away with it.

This was something Aiskin secretly told Ruger.

Aiskin was curiously looking around.

"This is our new home. Let's enjoy dinner together first, and then you can choose a room later," Ruger said with a smile, already starting to cook.

Daisy served them with a smile, constantly trying to soothe the damage the three of them had done to the table by wolfing down their food. The two kobolds had met Daisy many times and were quite familiar with her, so they were already quite relaxed and unanimously praised her cooking skills.

Ruger invited Daisy to sit down and dine with him, but the young maid displayed remarkable stubbornness, and he eventually had to give up.

"My lord, the Star Festival is in three days. I'll make you some star-studded pastries then," Daisy said with a grin.

Daisy seemed to smile more after leaving the manor.

"What is that? A festival unique to Star City?"

Luger had already started drinking his after-dinner fruit tea, while Big Fool and Aiskin were still eating.

“The Star Festival lasts for three days. Most people will rest, and there will be some celebrations, including in the towns of the numbered dungeon areas. Everyone will stay at home because there won't be any sun for those three days, only countless stars overhead,” she said. Ruger suddenly realized, was she replacing something on the large rock above his head? Or perhaps doing something else? After all, it was a regular festival, so he couldn't help but think in that direction.

Ruger took out a basket.

“Prepare some appropriate return gifts and send them to our neighbors tomorrow; you should have seen the little fellow.” He handed the basket to Daisy.

Daisy accepted it with a smile, and seemed to really enjoy doing this.

Silent all night.

The next morning, Ruger was awakened by bursts of roars and the clanging of weapons.

He opened his eyes groggily, and if he hadn't seen the state of the bedroom, he would have thought he was in the Abyss Bedroom Space and had been woken up by Big Fool Heng and Aiskin.

The bedroom he chose was on the third floor, towards the back, which was already quite good, as it blocked out most of the noise from the street.

When I got downstairs, Daisy had already made fruit tea and was preparing breakfast.

Ruger leaned against the window, holding a teacup.

On the street in front of his house, two burly men were facing each other with weapons, fighting back and forth.

“It’s him, Trevanko. I met him this morning when I went to return the gift,” Daisy said. “He’s the little guy’s father.”

Following her gaze, Ruger saw one of the two sides locked in a standoff after a brief struggle. The man held a short hammer in his right hand; the hammerhead was small, but its power was still astonishing. His left hand was missing; a section of his forearm was gone, and it was encased in a metal armband, resembling a long-arm glove.

The two cursed at each other and started fighting. Cui Fanke used his severed arm as an iron fist to fight and as a shield to block. With the help of his short hammer in his right hand, he gradually gained the upper hand.

Ruger sipped his tea and went out into the courtyard to watch.

Cui Fanke's opponent was a knight-like fellow who focused more on sword techniques and skills, and was adept at using a peculiar long-handled sword, which he sometimes gripped with both hands.

"You bastard! You stole my business yesterday, and today you let your little brat kiss my daughter. She's a noble lady." The man raised his one-handed sword above his head and slashed down fiercely.

Each strike was blocked by the iron band on his severed arm, but Cui Fanke, with his severed arm, was forced to retreat repeatedly, losing the momentum he had just gained.

Boom!

A section of the wall in Luger's yard was knocked down.

“They’re just kids, I’ve already made him apologize. He only kissed your daughter because she’s cute. Don’t use your stinky brain to think about two children. Besides, what kind of nobleman are you?” Cui Fanke said, forcefully repelling the other party. “I’ve seen noblemen from the inner city before. Your family has been starving since your great-great-grandfather’s generation! Even if you were, you’re not now. Be careful if you pretend to be a nobleman, you’ll be punished.”

Ruger held his teacup, looked at the courtyard wall, and raised an eyebrow.

He noticed that the little guy was hiding in the distance, peeking out with half his head, his little hands gripping the windowsill tightly.

(End of this chapter)