Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 134 Life and Accidents

"You've already achieved your goal, why won't you stop now!"

Lorigo shouted, but his feet didn't stop. He staggered to Ruger's side and stood directly in front of Ruger. In the previous battle, Ruger's well-intentioned throw in a moment of desperation had obviously hurt Lorigo badly.

"Whatever you did before, and for what reason, I know you have many reasons for doing so, but please stop, my sister. Perhaps this is the last time we will see each other in my short life, and the last time I will call you that. Please let everything end here. You are now a powerful wizard. You have not caused any damage to Star City. Even if they leave here, they will not spread those powerless rumors. The Star City's Light Stone was always like that. All you did was help me investigate the Light Stone—" Lorigo said.

Dasoya Star turned to look at him. Her face, which was already expressionless, seemed even more unchanging, whether from indifference to Lorigo's words or from the effects of becoming a puppet.

Could there be a chance? Ruger wondered.

The scene fell silent for a moment.

“My dear brother Lorigo, just like the dead Laslot said, you are still so naive. I also want to let him go. At least I don’t hate this guy, which is rare. But how can a person leave hidden dangers for himself…” Dasoya Star said softly.

A distant, guttural sound caused the old wizard's apprentice to freeze, utterly lifeless.

This also seems to set an irreversible tone for the conversation between the brother and sister.

Dasoya Stargazing intently at the old wizard apprentice's motionless corpse, she turned her head after a moment, landed slowly, and moved towards Ruger and Lorig.

Tears that wouldn't stop blurred Ruger's vision. He wiped them away forcefully and looked at the old wizard apprentice, the old man lying in a pool of blood, no longer able to stir even a ripple of emotion.

The clanging sound is the footsteps of Dasoya Fanxing, and also the countdown to her life.

This timeframe can be long or short; as the person who has complete control here, she has the ability to do whatever she wants.

Ruger even believed that she wouldn't spare Lorigo either, or that she wouldn't kill him outright, but would instead use a gentler method.

“It seems you have a good fate. You haven’t experienced much hardship, nor have you left behind any seeds of sorrow…” Dasoya Fanxing stopped and looked at Luger.

"I usually just eat well and sleep well..." Ruger said, forcing a smile. "What is suffering? Does shedding fur count?"

As he joked and talked, he suddenly realized something was wrong and felt even more pained, perhaps because he regretted not rolling the dice to try and save the old drunkard.

Lorig, swaying his injured body, stubbornly stood in front of Luger, making Luger try to push him away.

Before Lorigo could say anything more...

Crack! Crack! A strange sound.

Dasoya Stars gently moved and floated back into the air.

The old wizard's apprentice's corpse gradually cracked open, and before he knew it, it had turned into a human-shaped, blood-red gem lying on the ground. Crackling sounds filled the air, and with the loudest sound, it shattered into a pile of gem fragments.

"Haha! Hahaha!"

The old drunkard's familiar laughter returned.

A magnificent door appeared out of thin air. It was a real door, not the empty door that Ruger always opened. The door had a beautifully designed golden handle, and various vine patterns were wrapped around it. There were also green leaves and mushrooms decorating one corner of the door.

The door seemed very tight; after pushing it for a long time, it was only opened a crack, from which the old wizard's apprentice's laughter came through.

Finally, the old wizard's apprentice laughed and squeezed out through the crack in the door, which was only two fists wide.

That smile was completely different from any he had ever seen before; it was an expression of extreme confidence.

The old wizard's apprentice took out the large, golden goblet from before and shook it in his hand. Now the goblet was full of cracks, and its golden light was not as intense as before.

"That tastes really good," the old drunkard said with a smile. "I told you I wouldn't need much. Just a little bit of the infused liquor I secretly add is enough for me to succeed."

After the old wizard apprentice finished speaking, he winked smugly at Ruger.

A powerful surge of mental energy flashed by, causing Luger to catch his breath for a moment—the same feeling he had when Dasoya's Star Ascension Ritual was completed.

“I’ve been killed by you once, but I can forgive you with magnanimity. The period immediately after a wizard’s advancement is the weakest. There’s no need for us to waste time here. I think your brother’s suggestion is good. We can all pretend this never happened. After all, life is always full of unexpected events,” the old drunkard said, repeating something she had said before. “As for this guy, we can draw up a separate contract to make him a check on both sides. Let me think about it…”

“The three parties coexist. If one party dies because of another, their silence will be lifted so they can report it. At the same time, if they die because of one of the other parties, the other party to the contract will be informed—” the old drunkard said smugly.

Ruger dropped his pretense, stood up, and decided in his heart that he must lead two dragonborn kobolds to plunder the most expensive wine in the inner city's noble quarters and treat the old man to ten days and ten nights of good drinking.

"To plot to seize—the underground city—the luminous stone—is a grave crime—"

An unfamiliar voice rang out, interrupting the old drunkard.

"Disruption—Lower Realm—Dungeon City—"

The voice paused slightly as it spoke.

With a loud bang, the white metal door that Lorigo had led the two of them down the stairs flew off.

"Similarly, it is a serious crime."

A young man with a gloomy face stood at the door, scanning the four people present.

Finally, the strangely paused man fixed his gaze on the old drunkard, and slowly extended a finger to point upwards beside him. A phantom image lit up beside him; it was a complex pattern.

"The Holy Judge Wizard!" the old drunkard exclaimed.

Ruger noticed that the old drunkard's face was ashen, even more terrifying than when he had seen Dasaya Stars successfully advance. Not a trace of confidence or smile remained on his face.

"I didn't expect there to be two first-ring wizards here." This strange man, who paused while speaking, used mental energy fluctuations to speak in everyone's ears this time, which was finally less torturous.

The man's face was grim, and his eyes looked like they could rip a piece of flesh from a person's body.

Suddenly, a pleasant giggle rang out.

"You've come to visit me again!"

A child's clear, innocent voice rang out, and at the same time, the beautiful door adorned with green leaves and mushrooms reappeared.

Without saying a word, the old drunkard squeezed through the door, but unfortunately, the door was too narrow in his haste, which greatly slowed him down.

The man, whose face was already gloomy, suddenly looked even more unpleasant. He moved his lips and let out a soft whistle.

As soon as the whistle rang out, the old drunkard froze on the spot, then slowly retreated, and the door disappeared with him.

Luger's heart was in his throat, and he dared not breathe, only noticing that the old drunkard's eyes were clearly not right.

The old wizard apprentice, who had just gotten his wish—or should now be called the wizard—slowly raised his hands, placed them on either side of his head, gently twisted them, removed his head, and threw it at the feet of the whistling, gloomy man. Then he bowed again, and the headless corpse slowly fell to the ground.

“My lord, my name is Dasoya Star,” Dasoya suddenly spoke up. “It is because of this person’s scheming that, according to Article 1029, in an emergency, in order to protect the family and the underground city, I had no choice but to borrow a small amount of the power of the Light Stone, sacrifice all the magic puppets, and forcibly advance to the first-ring wizard level.”

The gloomy man stared at Dasoya Fanxing for a long time.

“Hmm, his aura of light is much stronger than yours,” he frowned. “Come back with me for questioning.”

Who is this? Someone has reported it!
Ruger stood obediently to the side, behaving like a weak and powerless third-level wizard apprentice.

The man glanced at Ruger and Lorig, showing no intention of paying any attention to them. After checking the light stone and restoring it to normal, he walked away, with Dasoya following behind. Before leaving, she glanced at the two of them again, lingering on Ruger for a moment. When he looked over, she nodded blankly.

Until their figures and footsteps disappeared.

Ruger was still staring at the headless old drunkard, the blood flowing from his neck was particularly jarring to him.

Was the old man really dead? Why didn't he use that clause? After all, although he was also plotting to seize the Light Stone and succeeded, he could at least be said to be stopping Dasoya Star for the sake of justice. Did he know he couldn't explain it clearly? But even if he was punished in the end, he should at least be able to live for a few more days.

Ruger raised his hand and looked at the demon dice. The pale blue lines of fate seemed unbroken regardless of the distance.

(End of this chapter)