Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 118 Joy and Sorrow

Is it a wedding?
Ruger lay on the old recliner, rubbing his round belly, relaxing his tense body and mind from the past few days while his mind wandered. He had already fulfilled his first wish since leaving the basement: to eat his fill. Daisy's cooking skills were as consistently excellent as ever, and she could methodically cook multiple dishes at the same time to satisfy their large appetites, which reminded him of the fire-wielding wizard apprentice who was also a skilled cook.

As for his second wish, it was to take a hot bath and then have a good night's sleep.

He gradually drifted into a semi-dormant state, silently waiting for Daisy to prepare the scalding hot bath water.

To his amusement, after the arduous breakfast battle, the usually taciturn Big Fool suddenly had the idea of ​​learning to cook from Daisy. Big Fool rarely volunteered to do anything, and seeing this, Aiskin wanted to join in. The two kobolds finally had another hobby besides fighting and reading adventure novels.

Clang! A sudden sound of a hard object colliding with the tabletop rang out.

Ruger opened his eyes.

Just then, his spellcaster, Good Neighbor, was about to turn and leave.

Ruger, still half-asleep, stared blankly at the dozen or so small magic stones on the table.

“I’ve come to keep my promise. I did some other things after you left, and this is all that’s left.” She said this as soon as she saw Luger wake up. Her expressionless face couldn’t hide her exhaustion. After she finished speaking, she continued to walk out.

Ruger didn't come to his senses until her figure had completely disappeared.

He looked at the magic stone on the table and realized she wasn't lying.

The bathwater was also prepared at this time.

He got up, put away the nineteen magic stones, and strode off to enjoy the hot bath he had been looking forward to.

According to what was written on the invitation.

There are still more than ten days until the wedding of young master Lorigo and the marquis's daughter.

In other words, he was finally about to obtain the long-awaited unlimited ferry ticket, but he inexplicably felt a comical sense of déjà vu, as if Lorig had sacrificed himself to obtain the ticket for him. The Starry Family, of course, wouldn't be so easily intimidated by a marquis on the verge of losing his luster; there must be some other schemes and deals between them. Twin Moon City appeared militarily strong, but in reality, it was the most passive and suffering party.

Historically, powerful underground cities on the verge of disappearing have often attempted to seize other underground cities in their madness, but rarely succeeded. For example, the war between Twin Moon City and Red Moon City showed signs of this. All the reasons for starting the war were just excuses, and everything was a test.

Ruger recalled the stone he had seen at the Fendis family castle, the one clutched tightly in the gaunt old man's hand, the one the old drunkard called the Rune Stone. It could draw upon the power of the city's dome-shaped light stone to unleash a powerful punitive strike. This was the source of the city's defenders' confidence; any enemy from afar, especially those with exceptional abilities, could be wiped out.

Looking back now, these stones left behind by the wizards at the beginning of the city's founding not only served to balance the various nobles within the city, but also to some extent curbed the chaotic wars between the underground cities.

Only when the various underground regions remain stable within a certain range can they provide a stable source of extraordinary seeds for the upper realm.

After his bath, he simply drifted off into a sweet dream.

Everything else was irrelevant to him. The imminent arrival of the ferry ticket brought him immense relief. His extraordinary seed was about to take root and sprout where it was meant to be.

Lugobi Lorigo is also looking forward to his wedding.

"Should we prepare a gift for him?"

Feeling refreshed after waking up, Luger pondered. He had slept for two whole days, but half a day would have been enough for him to recover his energy. He just wanted to enjoy that lazy feeling.

Big Fool and Aiskin were making more of a fuss than a help to Daisy in the kitchen. The two of them had started staying in the room they had chosen before, just so they wouldn't miss the time when Daisy was preparing breakfast.

What gift should I give?

Ruger muttered, stroking his chin as he reclined in his chair.

Suddenly, a mournful cry came from outside. Ruger twitched his ears, got up, and strode outside.

The little boy was crying, and several neighbors were busy in the distance, including the little boy's father, Cui Fanke, who had lost an arm. They were all gathered in front of a house diagonally opposite.

"Old Tom is dead."

The witch apprentice actually came out of her house and came to Ruger's side.

“That day, when I saw the extent of the bacterial growth on his hands, I guessed that he wouldn’t live much longer,” she said expressionlessly.

Ruge suddenly realized that it was the old man who had served them the wine. She even remembered his name. Ruge had thought for a long time before she could make up the name, since she had only heard others call the old man twice by the campfire.

The old man seemed to have no relatives around. The neighbors helped him by wrapping him in a curtain and preventing children from the street from getting close.

Little Lucien cried because of this. The little guy seemed to want to see Old Tom again, even though the old man always kicked his bottom, but also gave him a lot of delicious food.

After comforting the little one, Ruger turned around and saw her still standing on the street, looking in that direction, watching the busy neighbors, as if she had fallen into that dazed state again.

The neighbors used a door panel from Old Tom's house and some hastily gathered planks to make a makeshift coffin for him. Since people who die from the fungal infection cannot stay in the city for long, a few of the strongest neighbors carried the irregularly shaped coffin out of the city, and some neighbors naturally followed behind, forming a small and simple funeral procession.

The sound of children crying, the departing procession.

Ruger followed behind, and seeing that the little guy was determined to come along, he asked Daisy to go over and take his little hand.

The little boy's mother has a leg injury and can't always come out to watch over him.

Ruger noticed that the witch apprentice did not come with them, but watched from a distance as the group left, until she disappeared from sight.

They walked and stopped along the way, and people they saw would spontaneously give way. The superhumans carrying the coffin had plenty of strength, so they naturally didn't feel tired.

Suddenly, a commotion arose at the front of the group.

The noise grew louder and louder, and Ruger could also hear the loud voices of Trevanko and his knight neighbor.

He stepped out from the crowd and came to the very front of the line.

"What happened?" he asked as he came to Cui Fanke's side.

"They say the delegation lost something important, so they've blocked the roads and are preventing anyone from leaving the city. But people who died from the bacterial infection can't stay in the city overnight. That's a rule set by the city lord. They've already checked everything. If we can't get Old Tom out of here, we'll still be punished," Cui Fanke said angrily.

Ruger nodded, stepped forward and gently patted the shoulder of his knight neighbor who was arguing his point, stopping the argument.

He slowly walked up to the group of knights blocking his way.

Seeing his posture, the leading knight deftly drew his longsword from his waist.

Ruger smiled, reached out and brushed aside the sword tip in front of him, and took out the Stars Emblem that he hadn't worn in a long time. This was the first time he had used this little badge since he got it, but he didn't know if it was as useful as Lorigo had said.

The middle-aged knight's expression turned serious. He immediately sheathed his longsword, took the badge from his hand, examined it carefully, and then handed it back with both hands.

The middle-aged knight who handed back the badge did not act immediately, but fell silent, seemingly pondering something. Ruger could see the hesitation and difficulty in his eyes, so he did not urge him, but just smiled and watched him. Finally, after bowing to Ruger, the middle-aged knight waved his hand behind him, and the knights stepped aside to make way.

The simple funeral procession, with no blood relation to the deceased, was able to set off again.

(End of this chapter)