Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 128 Extravagant Hopes and Fearlessness

Luger suddenly realized that everything became clear in an instant. All she could do was advance to become a wizard. Only in this way could she reverse her fate. Once she became a wizard, she would gain a leap in her life level and even have her lifespan greatly increased. Naturally, she would make up for the damage caused by the loss of her original essence during the leap.

"Is there any sublimation ritual that can utilize it?" Ruger slightly moved his wrist and pointed upwards.

Throughout the entire Star City, the only thing of significant value that could potentially help one advance to become a wizard was the massive, soon-to-be-extinguished rock above Luger's head.

The old wizard apprentice beside it was also looking up at it.

"To plot to seize the light stones of the underground city is a serious crime. Even in the lower realms, such a bold move is truly audacious," the old drunkard sighed.

The fact that the old wizard apprentice could express such sentiments proves that he acknowledged Ruger's speculation that Dasoya wanted to become a wizard.

“Perhaps it was death that gave her courage,” Ruger said.

“Death? Don’t underestimate those punishments,” the old drunkard said dismissively. “Some people would rather die than do such a thing, and death doesn’t mean you can escape punishment.”

But this will raise a new problem.

“If she succeeds, and everything else proceeds smoothly without any suspicion,” Ruger said, “then her success, her official status as a wizard, will become the biggest point of suspicion…”

The old wizard apprentice pondered for a moment: "Perhaps she has devised a way to conceal her promotion..."

“In ancient times, there was no ascension ritual for wizards to advance. This thing was born when the meditation method began to iterate, giving wizard apprentices more choices and theoretically making it easier to advance to wizardhood. Over time, there have been thousands of types of ascension rituals, and naturally some of them are quite strange,” the old drunkard pondered. “But it’s impossible to do it with just a light stone. There must be something else that works in conjunction with it.”

"Is an ascension ceremony so rare?" Ruger asked.

“I’ve only managed to get my hands on three kinds in my entire life. Opening that thing requires leaving a secret mark, which is like signing a contract. It can’t be passed on casually. The Ascension Ritual can’t be used indiscriminately. People who aren’t strong enough will only waste materials and might even create mutated monsters,” the old drunkard shook his head. “My situation is still considered good. Some real wild wizards don’t even have the means to get their hands on it, and they’ve never even heard of the Ascension Ritual…”

Several neighbor's children ran past the door, giggling.

After a moment of silence, the old drunkard suddenly widened his eyes and looked at Luger beside him.

"You wretched fellow! How can this be considered saving me?" The old man seemed to have drunk too much, and his face began to turn red.

"You've told me the truth now, which is what put me in danger. If she becomes a full-fledged wizard, even if she's just recently done so, I'm definitely no match for her!" the old drunkard said angrily. "She probably doesn't even know I exist. It's you, you wretched guy, who exposed me."

Ruger hurriedly poured the old wizard's apprentice another glass of wine.

“Even if she didn’t know you before, she’ll still find out about you once she becomes a first-ring wizard. She doesn’t want any leaks, so she’ll definitely search the whole city. The current quiet is just a facade. Your powerful level five limit mental strength might even be brighter than that light stone in the eyes of a formal wizard, hehe,” Ruger said.

The old man thought for a moment, then sat down angrily again.

There's no need to get bogged down in these minor details.

"Are you sure it's her?" the old drunkard asked again.

Ruger nodded: "Although I don't want to admit it's her, I believe in my intuition. Actually, I had a sense of familiarity when she appeared in the tavern wearing a hood."

The old wizard apprentice downed his drink in one gulp, and Ruger quickly poured him another. “These low-ranking wild wizards in the Lower Realm Cave City, even if the Light Stone suddenly loses its light, won’t make too many connections due to their limited knowledge, and they have no way to report it. It would be even better if they released the news of the impending loss of light in advance. And now that she holds the power in the family, no one in the family will question her judgment, nor will they report anything unusual,” the old drunkard sighed. “Nobility is really convenient, especially for those born into families that are the lords of a city.”

Now was not the time to think about these things. The two listened to the children playing on the street and began to ponder their own thoughts.

"How about the two of us rush out of the city and run in two different directions? If the organizations in the Upper Domain find out about what she did, it won't stand up to investigation. If one of us can escape, she'll be in for a world of hurt."

The old drunkard suddenly came up with a terrible idea, almost as if it were a joke.

“There are two of us, and you are also a fifth-level wizard apprentice trying to advance. Aren’t you a match for her?” Ruger asked curiously.

"Who would know if we didn't fight? We're wizards, not those extraordinary knights who compete in swordsmanship. Spells are ever-changing, not a contest of brute force. There's no such thing as absolute superiority. Besides, she might already be advancing in her cultivation. Maybe if I get there in time, I'll just be delivered right into her mouth..."

The old drunkard raised his hand to pour more wine, only to find that he had already finished it. He then took out his silver wine flask and took a big gulp.

A creaking sound came from afar.

A solemn black and gold chariot bearing the family crest of the Starry Sky family stopped at the entrance.

The two looked up at the same time and saw a red-haired woman stepping down from a spacious beast-drawn carriage.

The woman smiled, as if she were happy to see an old friend.

But Ruger couldn't quite manage a smile. This beast-drawn carriage was clearly not from the Lorigo Manor; it was much larger and more imposing, and the pack animals in front were a type he had never seen before.

"Lord Ruger, Miss Dasoya has invited you to the castle. She said that if you are busy, please put it aside for the time being, as she has important matters to discuss with you," Maurice said with a smile, appearing to be in a very good mood. She was also looking at the walls of the house, as if she was planning to find someone to carry out better repairs.

Ruger and the old drunkard exchanged a glance.

"Oh, right! Miss Dasoya also said that if you have any friends here, you can come over and visit as well." Myrtle smiled apologetically for her oversight.

Luger smiled and stood up, gesturing for him to proceed.

The old drunkard snorted and got up to walk towards the animal-drawn carriage outside the courtyard.

As they came out, the two subconsciously glanced around, suspecting that something was watching the house. Seeing that Ruger was also observing the surroundings, the old drunkard rolled his eyes in annoyance.

The neighbors nearby looked on with envy as they saw them boarding the city lord's beast-drawn carriage.

The little guy happened to run and play nearby and wanted to run over to say hello, but Cui Fanke pulled him back, held him in his arms with one hand, and in the end he could only stand there and wave with a smile.

Luger waved goodbye to the little guy as well, and was the last to board the beast-drawn carriage.

The wheels rolled on, until they reached the depths of the castle.

(End of this chapter)