Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 152 The Dark Prison and Burial

Inside the pitch-black prison van, you couldn't even hear the voices outside; you could only make some judgments by the shaking.

"Lord Ruger, as a bloodline wizard, besides bloodline research, what other things do you desire or wish for?" Green suddenly asked after a long silence.

"A wish, something like your travels around the world?" Ruger's train of thought was interrupted by the question, and he subconsciously responded.

“Probably,” Green said, “it could be something more subtle.”

"My wish? Well, I have two wishes! Or maybe just one. The first is to go to the real earth in legend, stand under the real sunlight, and maybe even take a nap. I also want to understand why this world is the way it is. I wonder if your Temple of Knowledge has any records of this. As for the other one, it's to become the most powerful and unique wizard in the world..." Ruger muttered, pouting.

He could feel the foot on his face, and it seemed to tremble slightly when it heard his words, though not very noticeably.

However, Green fell silent once again after that.

In the silent darkness, time seemed to pass particularly slowly. After climbing the slope, the bumps lessened, and the rare jolts became regular. The previous violent shaking actually became a pleasant reward, at least it made the passage of time more clearly felt.

The prison van seems to have been designed with a tendency to make prisoners uncomfortable, and a lot of thought was put into it. For example, even after Ruger had adapted for so long, he could only vaguely see the shadowy figure of Green with his arms outstretched and supporting the sides of the van. Logically, his kobold eyes should have been able to see more clearly.

After an unknown amount of time, the prison van began to slow down.

But it still hasn't stopped.

Looking at Green's indistinct figure in the darkness, Ruger sensed that the other man wasn't panicked much.

“You don’t seem too panicked.” Green said what Ruger was thinking.

Ruger smiled and said, "I'm more curious why you don't reveal your identity as a seeker of the law. Surely the Temple of Knowledge won't be thrown into the Black Prison."

“To be clear, I am an apprentice Seeker of the Law. Also, the title of Seeker of the Law is not as useful as Lord Ruger thinks. If I die here, the Temple of Knowledge may not necessarily go to great lengths to investigate, after all, some Seekers of the Law die every year,” Green said. “Secondly, I think the Black Prison might be a good place to go and see for myself. I might gain something from it.”

Ruger listened, somewhat skeptical of the first half of what he heard, but wanted to give him a thumbs up for the second half, though his fingers weren't quite nimble enough.

“You and Mr. Lenser both have some misunderstandings about the Seekers of the Law. In fact, many people who have not joined the top wizarding organizations under the Supreme Council have some misunderstandings,” Green said. “The Seekers of the Law’s duty is to seek the law. For example, my mentor, as I mentioned before, wanted to acquire a unique spell from a dark wizard. He had been working hard to investigate this for years. When he was about to succeed, he even secretly fought against the Inquisition wizards who came to deal with the dark wizard. We are neither righteous nor evil. We are just pursuing the spells scattered all over the world.”

“The Holy Judge Wizard…” Ruger murmured.

That title was still fresh in his memory. The person had only revealed his identity and scared a newly promoted first-ring wizard so much that he wanted to run away. He had only whistled and controlled the other person's eyes to lose focus, twist his head off, and even bowed in gratitude after he died.

Hearing Ruger mutter to himself, Green seemed to think he didn't understand, and continued, "The Holy Judgment Wizards belong to the Holy Judgment Institute. Like the Temple of Knowledge, they are also a wizarding organization under the Supreme Council. You may not have encountered them. Believe me, it's best if you haven't seen them. The appearance of the Holy Judgment Wizards means that something bad has happened around you, whether you have noticed it or not."

Ruger truly wished he had never met him, or that the guy had appeared sooner. Of course, in that case, the old drunkard wouldn't have been able to become a formal wizard that day, and might have slowly died of old age.

The prison van jolted violently and accelerated again.

Ruger was immediately shaken and disoriented, and the toes on his face were pushed even harder.

The violent shaking didn't last long; the prison cart suddenly jolted to a stop, and Luger and the other man tumbled together.

The airtight prison van would have likely made an ordinary person faint from lack of breathing without even a slight movement. The moment the van was opened, the blood-stained shackles that had been loosening on Luger tightened again, and Green was no exception, both becoming like dead dogs dragging on the ground.

Ruger was flipped over and caught a glimpse of Green, who was still smiling even as he was being dragged on the ground.

The two were dragged through a series of narrow passes until they arrived at a low black tower.

As you enter the tower and descend, the surrounding environment becomes increasingly dark.

Ruger was a little annoyed; he had been dragged along the way and had been kicked every few steps. Green kept trying to calm him down and prevent him from acting impulsively.

Meanwhile, Green was completely fine.

Normally this wouldn't happen. Ruger knew it was because his appearance was too eye-catching that these vampires couldn't be distracted, causing them to be overly polite to Grin.

The so-called black prison has finally come into view.

To Ruger's great surprise, there were no individual cells, but a dark hole in the ground.

A cone-shaped object was slowly rising under the incantation.

"To die in the Black Prison is your honor, you impudent bastards from the City of Burning Blood," a vampire said with a wave of his hand.

Ruger felt a sudden lightness on his body as he was thrown into the cave.

He began to fall, and Green was right next to him, seemingly enjoying the thrill of the fall.

The opening is narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, becoming more spacious as you descend.

"Can't we dig a tunnel and escape?" Luger thought to himself.

“Legend has it that this is the place where the ancestor of Blood Fortress fell. This pit is the trace of that day. The surrounding land is stained with the blood of that ancestor. It is impossible to dig it open and escape…” Green seemed to see through Ruger’s thoughts. “The people they threw into the Black Prison were also following tradition, which can be regarded as a sacrifice to the ancestor to help the ancestor be resurrected.”

The two are still falling.

Ruger calmly looked around at his surroundings, and just as he was about to try to cast a spell, Green cast a lightness spell on him.

"At least it will prevent us from falling to our deaths," Green said.

Ruger cast a light spell directly on his fingertip.

The small ball of light illuminated the surroundings.

They both looked towards the gradually widening vertical cave walls. They kicked each other, swinging towards the walls. Using their lightness techniques, they occasionally touched the uneven parts of the walls to slow their descent. The crimson patterns on the walls also particularly attracted their attention. Most of the cave walls were translucent, but in the less transparent areas, there were mysterious, vertical, crimson wave-like patterns that were even more striking.

The dazzling vertical wavy lines look like a kind of writing, but not quite complete.

(End of this chapter)