Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 175 Kobolds and Fighters
"You need to know how to make potions and how to use them. The core of a fighter is to condense that extraordinary mark, a deformed thing generated by the power of will runes. Strictly speaking, the path of a fighter is far less complete than that of a knight. The purpose of fighter potions is to help them, to help these people who know nothing to get involved in the extraordinary. But this kind of help is not omnipotent. They still need to rely on their own fighting will. When using the potion, you need to ignite their desire. The stronger the fighter's will, the stronger the mark. For example, for a strength fighter, the desire for power is the key to successfully condensing the fighter mark."

Old Dog Head Lunser held the potion he had concocted in his hand, looking at it with satisfaction, and then got back to the main topic.

Ruger noticed that when old Lenser looked at the potions he had concocted, whether they were high-difficulty or easy-to-make beginner-level potions, he would show an expression as if he were appreciating a work of art.

“Uncle, you must have tried to become a full-fledged wizard, right?” Ruger said.

“What do you mean?” old Lunser asked.

Ruger tilted his head and said, "The fifth-level wizard apprentices I've met, apart from Mr. Green, have all tried more than twice without success. So seeing your focus and strong willpower makes me curious that someone as outstanding as you has failed several times."

This time, Old Lunser concocted three different but similar warrior potions in front of him. To make it easy for him to learn, he made no attempt to hide the fluctuations of his mental energy while observing the potions.

“It’s a talking dog,” the old dog grinned, put away the finished potion, and walked out. “Try it a few more times, and remember to come back to me for appraisal when you make the finished product.”

Soon, only Ruger remained in the small refining room.

The remaining nine portions of each of the three potions became his gentle companions, dancing together in perfect harmony in the small alchemy room.

The basic Fighter's Potion truly lives up to its reputation as the first choice for all apothecary apprentices.

Busy until almost dinner time, twenty-seven different types of fighter potions were neatly arranged in three colors on the table in front of Ruger. The old experimental table looked much more pleasing to the eye against the backdrop of these potions, which represented an extraordinary beginning and a new life.

Ruger selected two potions from each category that he felt performed best during the refining process and put them away separately.

Take the remaining medicines to Old Lunser to have them tested to see if they are up to standard.

As soon as Ruger reached the top of the stairs, he heard the sound of plates clattering, but it sounded like a minor mishap during placement, and at least they didn't break.

Luger smiled and walked to the first floor of the store.

When Old Lenser saw him, he pointed to the shop door. Ruger placed the potion in front of him, walked over, and began to close the shop. These past few days, the shop had been closing very early.

The new neighbor was still standing outside. Ruger smiled and nodded in greeting before starting to close the shop doors one by one.

“Oh, very good, little dog, you actually finished it all. Look,” Old Lunser took out a potion and examined it by shining a light on his fingertip, “Power Fighter Potion. Starting from the third potion here, it’s already considered high quality.”

Old Lunser's potions were laid out in a row.

Luger looked at what old Lunther was pointing to, which was roughly the same as his assessment of his own performance in the refining process.

“That’s just how the wizarding world is,” the old dog sighed, uttering a seemingly random remark as he tilted his head and stared at the potions. “These twenty-odd bottles of potions will probably take a long time to sell, unless we sell them to those bloodline infected tribes along the way.”

"Are there wizards among the bloodline infected?" Ruger asked curiously.

“Very few,” Old Doghead said. “Of course, there are apothecaries, but they are often short of various materials because few people are willing to deal with them, let alone trade items. Some of the bolder guys who do trade with them also have a tacit understanding to try to sell only finished products.”

Old Lunser nodded in satisfaction and put the potion away.

The three of them enjoyed dinner together harmoniously, and the quality of the dinner reflected Jaxet's state of mind that day, earning him two eye rolls from old Lenser.

Ruger ignored those things.

He excitedly returned to the attic and entered the abyss bedroom space.

This time, there were no clanging sounds, and the two dragonborn kobolds weren't reading biographical novels. In the cultivation area designated last time, two tall figures were hunched over, with Big Fool lying on the ground, stuffing food into his mouth while staring intently at the places where seeds had been planted.

“They haven’t broken through the soil yet. Just observe them by following the steps I’ve written down. You don’t need to keep watching them all the time,” Ruger said with a smile. Seeing these two guys inexplicably made him feel relaxed. “I have some interesting things here for you.”

Aiskin and Big Fool ran over.

“Brother Luger, some seedlings have already sprouted, they are very, very small.”

Seeing their happy expressions, Ruger's lips unconsciously curled up slightly.

The three kobolds first examined the round, smooth Dragon Blood Bitter Vine seed, and then discussed and selected a location next to the cultivation area.

When cultivating something like Dragonblood Vine, which has special requirements, the most important thing is resources. As long as you get more Dragonblood Mud with ice shards, it will grow quite well even if you don't cultivate it as carefully as Old Lunser. Then you can prepare a few sticks for the Dragonblood Vine to use as a trellis.

Big Fool suddenly hummed twice and called out to the two of them. When they looked over, he raised his hand and pointed into the distance.

“Hmph, you want to plant the Dragon Blood Vine there,” Aiskin said, turning around.

“Yes, it’s really good,” Ruger said.

That was the first black fruit tree transplanted into the Abyss Bedroom Space; it was a mutated plant that grew up soaking in the blood and urine of a strange dragon.

“Planting it under a tree saves us the trouble of making a climbing trellis,” he said.

In fact, when Luger obtained the Dragonblood Bitter Vine Seed, that was the first place that came to mind, but he didn't say it. He wanted to see if the two kobolds would have different opinions, but he didn't expect it to be Big Fool Hum.

When Big Fool saw that Luger agreed, he immediately hummed twice in delight.

Planting them under the trees really saved a lot of trouble. The first half-damaged fruit trees that were brought in have grown quite a bit taller thanks to the nourishment of the dragon blood soil. Some mushrooms that were transplanted under the trees at the time are also growing well, and the two kobolds occasionally pick some to cook.

Three kobolds came to the stone bed.

Ruger laid out the three types of fighter potions in a row.

“These three potions cannot be used haphazardly. You must follow your heart’s desires to have a higher chance of success,” Ruger said, looking at them. “You can make your own choices based on your feelings. I have spare potions on hand, and even if the spares run out, I have a way to get new ones.”

Ruger believed that with the physical strength of their dragonborn kobolds, one failure was not a problem, and they could even withstand another attempt in the short term.

Moreover, the potions he possesses are definitely better than those available to mercenaries and warriors in Star City; perhaps the difference lies in the quality of the raw materials used from the very beginning.

Big Fool looked at Aiskin, clearly wanting her to choose first.

Seeing this, Luger reached out and hit him hard on the head, and then placed the three spare ones on the stone bed.

Aiskin, meanwhile, pondered Ruger's earlier words about his inner desires.

Ruger smiled as he watched the two kobolds hesitate.

He suddenly realized that perhaps he should also choose one.

(End of this chapter)