Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 135 Doors and the Future
Lorigo recovered and immediately ran to the strange building. This guy was undoubtedly the most concerned about the future of Star City among everyone present, but also the most powerless.

Ruger remained standing in the same spot, seemingly waiting for Lorigo, or perhaps lost in thought.

The Holy Judge Wizard? He was very interested in that title.

He looked quite imposing, but he was just a stammering person. The moment he revealed his identity, he terrified the old drunkard. From beginning to end, the old drunkard showed no sign of resistance, and neither did Dasoya Star. In the end, she could only fabricate a clumsy lie, and she didn't know what would happen to her after being taken away. Since the Holy Judge hadn't questioned him and Lorigo, he must have a way to determine whether Dasoya was lying later.

Ruger puffed out a long breath.

Aside from daydreaming, daydreaming was Ruger's favorite way to relax. If daydreaming was like separating the brain and heart and throwing them around, then daydreaming was like pausing them, temporarily stopping everything about oneself. Although the world was still turning when one stopped, the feeling was still quite nice.

He strode toward the old drunkard.

After my daze subsided, it was time to collect the old drunkard's body.

Although the old man might not have been entirely truthful, Ruger still felt sorry for his death. He wondered what the old man's feelings were when he finally achieved his goal and became a wizard; he must have been ecstatic, his heart pounding. He also wondered what he was thinking when he realized he was about to die.

Ruger recalled the story he had read before about the zero-ring spell slot solidification writing technique during the apprenticeship. At the time, he thought that this choice meant giving up the opportunity to go out and explore during the wizard apprenticeship, and being limited to making scrolls and potions in the city or academy to exchange for resources and complete some quests that did not require leaving home.

Suddenly, he had the idea of ​​making a living with a skill.

Going on adventures or exploring the world is too risky and could easily cost you your head. Of course, the old drunkard lost his head in the city, but that was because he did something even more dangerous than going on an adventure.

Ruger approached the old drunkard and slowly squatted down beside him.

"Hey! Stop pretending, they're all gone," he suddenly said with a wicked grin.

Unfortunately, this old fellow, who had only served as a formal wizard for a few minutes, did not perform any more miracles.

Just as Ruger was about to reach out and move the body.

A door decorated with leaves and mushrooms appeared, slowly opening a crack, but only a child's innocent and ethereal voice came out.

"Huh? Kind person, are you helping him dispose of the body?" the voice behind the door said.

Ruger paused, then asked, "Is he really dead?"

"Yes, it's clear from the contract. I have several contracts with him! He's really dead!" The voice from behind the door was clear and melodious, but it didn't seem to show much sadness, as if he took death lightly.

"Kind sir, according to the contract, his body belongs to me after he dies. Could you help me bring his body in through this door? That way I won't have to go out." The voice behind the door said.

Luger was a little confused about what was going on, but he figured all he could do was bury the collected corpses outside Star City.

Since the guy behind the door made this request, he saved himself the trouble.

“He knew about this; it’s a clause in the contract…” the voice behind the door added.

Ruger hadn't bothered to doubt anything in the first place.

He first handed over the old drunkard's torso, then slipped the head, which had rolled far away, through the crack in the door.

"His body... what will you do?" Ruger asked tentatively. "I'll plant it and water it. If it succeeds, he'll become a little fairy," the voice from behind the door said excitedly. "But he won't remember you anymore. It'll be a new him, a truly new little fairy. He'll have beautiful little wings, and he'll retain his greatest desire from his life. Some fairies are born from desire, and since he loved fine wine so much, he'll definitely keep that. Haha, that's why I'm doing this. Then he can stay here with me and enjoy all sorts of fine wines..."

"I didn't want him to die. Although I've been waiting for him to die so he could enjoy fine wine with me every day according to the contract, I've been helping him since before he had a beard and got wrinkled. It's a pity he's so stupid. A truly powerful gem summoner can open a door on his own, but even with my help, he can only manage to open a crack. He even said he wanted to become a wizard to help me become the Great Fairy King!"

"Oh, we can't delay any longer. Thank you, kind furry person."

The beautiful door slowly closed and disappeared completely.

Ruger had raised his hand at some point, as if waving goodbye to the air.

Only some bloodstains remained on the ground.

Lorigo Star walked over and looked at Ruger with curiosity.

Luger smiled. This second young master of the Starry Family seemed much more resilient than he had imagined. The series of misfortunes hadn't broken him. His eyes were undeniably weary, but they still held a light. Putting himself in Lorig's shoes, if he had experienced these things in such a short time, he probably wouldn't have fared as well.

"It will probably bring the sun's demise forward by a dozen or so years, but it's already much better than I expected..." Lorigo said with a smile, though you could tell the smile was forced.

"Let's go, you need to rest now."

As Ruger spoke, he patted Lorigo on the shoulder. Although he didn't use much force, it still made Lorigo stumble.

Luger simply called out to Big Fool Hum and hoisted Lorig onto his shoulder.

Once again, I stepped onto the spiraling steps.

Both remained silent, except for Da Sha Heng, who was panting heavily. He usually had a rough breathing voice, and now, seemingly sensing that something was wrong, he was holding his breath and slowing down his breathing.

“You are a hero, a hero who protected Star City and the entire Underground Domain, Lord Luger,” Lorigo, who was being carried on his shoulder, suddenly said. “And that old gentleman, if possible, please allow me to bury him in the most prominent position in the family cemetery.”

Luger was silent for a moment, then shook his head. Lorig probably still thought the old drunkard's body was in his storage bag.

“He’s gone where he was supposed to go, and I’m no hero. I just rolled around on the stone floor, cried and wiped my nose, and got a beating. I didn’t really do anything…” Ruger said casually, and from his tone, there didn’t seem to be any sense of depression.

"No, Lord Ruger, a hero doesn't necessarily have to be successful, nor does a hero necessarily have to be pure."

Lorigo swayed on Big Fool's shoulder, still insisting on speaking, clearly recounting the old drunkard's actions, saying he had seen it all.

Ruger didn't reply, and the silence seemed to make the winding stone steps appear even longer.

"How long until Star City loses its light?" Ruger asked.

“Probably… maybe fifteen years, perhaps thirty years, or even longer,” Lorigo said, a little dazed from the swaying. “It depends on how it’s used. For example, we could try reducing the duration of sunlight exposure or adjusting the intensity of the sunlight at intervals. I will try my best to create the most suitable plan to prolong the stability of the underground region… I will check on it regularly. If the final signs of decay appear, I will gradually release the news according to the plan and help people disperse to other underground regions. But before that, there is still a lot of preparation to be made…”

"At the same time, I will not give up. I will work hard to develop trade, accumulate wealth, fund explorers, and think of ways to encourage more adventure groups to try to find new light stones and new places where underground cities can be built."

Lorigo said confidently, while Big Fool spit out a mouthful of sour water.

(End of this chapter)