Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 180 Beauty and Ugliness

The three vampires, who had heard the voice for a long time, seemed to have forgotten how to walk, and after a while, they finally came into Ruger's sight. He was now quietly leaning on his counter, at an angle that allowed him to see the old man perfectly.

The black and white cat-headed lady has disappeared somewhere.

As Ruger pondered this, he relaxed, trying not to draw attention to himself or stare at any one person, knowing that those with keen mental abilities could sense intense gazes from others.

The three vampires were slightly different from what Ruger had imagined. The man who kept correcting the two men didn't look old, and the other two, whom he didn't get angry at for being stupid, weren't so naive either.

"Did it...glance at me just now?" asked the tallest of the three.

The three people were standing in front of the old man.

Ruger, who was leaning on the counter, almost burst out laughing, but quickly looked away and turned his head away.

Watching the spectacle firsthand has turned into listening to the drama, which is quite interesting. As long as you don't disturb them, that's the minimum requirement Ruger has for himself as a troublemaker.

"The statue's face is tilted upwards; if it were looking at you, its eyes would have to be turned downwards to the limit of their lower eyelids. That absurd appearance would be even less aesthetically pleasing—"

“I mean it, it was looking at me just now, like it was alive.”

The three people outside the pharmacy were talking.

Ruger was laughing inside when he suddenly felt a strong gaze fixed on the back of his hairy head.

He slowly turned his head and found that it wasn't those three vampires, so the answer was obvious.

"Young man, I'm too lazy to move right now, why don't you help them?"

A calm and unhurried voice rang in Luger's ears.

Luger coughed lightly, slowly stood up, and didn't dare to delay for a moment.

The older vampire at the door looked at Ruger first, and frowned slightly upon seeing his inhuman appearance.

Ruger: "The three of you, please do not disturb us—"

"My hand! Look at my hand..." the tallest vampire exclaimed in surprise.

As soon as he finished speaking, not only the other two vampires, but also Ruger's gaze was drawn to him.

The vampire young master's long, slender fingers had turned the same color as the statue, or even a darker shade, just like the ancient bricks they were standing on.

The three vampires immediately took a step back, distancing themselves from the statue, while looking at Ruger with hostile expressions.

"Is this statue yours?" the older vampire asked first.

“This old gentleman is my neighbor. He doesn’t belong to me, nor is he a statue—” Ruger glanced at the three of them and said calmly.

"what!"

The vampire young master suddenly cried out in surprise, his composure vanishing.

Even though they had already created some distance, the strange sensation at his fingertips suddenly expanded rapidly. In the time it took to let out a scream, it had already spread to his wrist. He looked up in horror at the older vampire, but before he could speak, it had spread to his shoulder.

"I—" The vampire young master had only uttered one word.

The older vampire had already slashed his shoulder with his sword, while the other vampire girl took out a potion and fed it to his mouth.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

The response was remarkably swift.

Ruger couldn't help but take a step back, looking at the three vampire statues in front of him.

The moment the hand holding the medicine bottle touched the lips, and the sword touched the shoulder, the strange phenomenon suddenly erupted. In the blink of an eye, both the exquisite one-handed sword and the unknown, once-shining potion, along with their wielders, turned into stone statues, forming an inseparable whole.

Although Ruger was still behind the counter, and none of the three had stepped into Old Lenser's Pharmacy, Ruger still felt a lingering fear.

Such a dangerous thing is placed at the door every day, and it even greets him every morning.

He now wished he could be like that vampire, even louder, and shout at the top of his lungs, "Whose statue is this? Can't you move it right now?"

“Old sir? What about these three guys?” Ruger said softly.

He was confident that the other person could hear him clearly.

At this moment, he realized that what the old man had said earlier was indeed that he should help the three vampires.

Perhaps this old gentleman chose to settle in such a shabby alley because he was afraid of bothering too many people.

"Sorry, I just dozed off. The sunlight here is just too nice," the old man's voice rang in my ears again, followed by a flash of light. "Now you can move them away. They are just some ordinary stones."

One moment of dozing off, and three vampires were gone.

Ruger hesitated for a moment as he looked at the three tangled statues blocking the shop entrance.

He walked in an arc, turning halfway around, as if searching for the beauty of the statue.

“Don’t be afraid, young man, there won’t be any problems when I’m not sleepy,” the old man said slowly. “Just put them in front of my door, so as not to delay your business.”

Ruger's hand trembled as he carried the statue. This man, who had just turned three vampires to stone, was still concerned about their small apothecary business.

Friendliness and indifference to life may not be contradictory, Ruger thought.

Many wizards may be like this, whether it is due to the passage of time or the growth of strength, they gradually undergo inhuman changes. This does not only happen to bloodline wizards, but also to the hearts of extraordinary people. Even if they were once gentle and kind people, they will gradually become indifferent in certain aspects, including indifference to life.

The statue of the three vampires was carried by Ruger and placed behind the old man, so that even if a vampire happened to see it and recognized them, they would only go after the old wizard.

As Ruger left, he looked them over. If he had to give the statue a name, then Entanglement would be his first choice.

This should be considered a beautiful name.

He thought to himself, "At least for a kobold, it's beautiful enough."

He quickly returned to the store and sat nervously behind the counter.

Suddenly, he felt that the old statue was smiling at him, but when he looked closer, the old statue was still gazing up at the blood-red sun in the dome.

A thought flashed through my mind.

Perhaps the old man was just teasing him out of boredom, or perhaps he was trying to scare him and punish him for his earlier snickering and watching the commotion.

Including the so-called dozing off, the old man may have been very sleepy, or even hadn't slept for a long time, but he was able to control himself with the powerful mental strength of a first-ring wizard. He only dozed off for a moment to punish the impudent vampire, while the one who was secretly laughing was just a little frightened.

The old man's playful smile just now was the answer.

Thinking this way, Luger relaxed a little.

As he relaxed, the old man seemed to smile again in a peculiar way, though it was difficult for someone with low mental sensitivity to notice.

Old Lunser, who had suddenly gone out, suddenly returned.

On the large dog's face, the loose skin seemed stretched even longer, wrinkling in different folds with changing emotions, as if it could crush Luger and Jaxel.

Rumors are circulating that Bloodfortress has issued an ultimatum.

Old Lunser has already confirmed that the rumors are not only true, but Blood Fortress has even given specific time requirements.

(End of this chapter)