Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 183 Overlooking and Looking Up

The uncle and nephew stood by the window.

Looking at the old dog Lunser who was chuckling to himself, Ruger couldn't help but roll his eyes, just like the old dog had been doing these days.

He knew perfectly well why the old dog was laughing; this extremely rare and prolonged blood rain was tantamount to helping many people make a decision.

The reason why the vampires of Blood Fortress kept releasing information in advance and then gave a deadline was not only to test the waters, but also because they did not want to face so many people at the same time. Even with a third-circle wizard, they did not want to use forceful means to fight against the people in this area at the same time. This was only a corner of Blood City, but it was not as simple as ten or eight streets, but a large area. Moreover, that might cause other changes. There were naturally many people in Blood City who disliked the vampires and wanted to take advantage of the situation.

The best outcome the vampires hoped for was that, under the heavy pressure of the awakened elders and the relatively restrained demands, they would obtain a place in the fragmented City of Burning Blood that would at least be mostly emptied.

The rest will be quite simple.

As long as they don't offend any wizards of the same rank as the elders of the vampire clan, or if a wizard of a higher level suddenly appears, they will have successfully settled in the City of Burning Blood. As for the promise not to expand, Ruge believes that it depends on the situation. If, after several decades, there happens to be no high-ranking wizards, the vampire clan will definitely not behave themselves and may even move the entire Blood Fortress here to be forever shrouded in the glory of the Blood Sun.

Old Lenser once said that, in fact, the vampires had successfully entered the City of Blood more than once over the centuries, but as time went on, they could not help but extend their rotten claws. The vampires in the Blood Fortress were also divided into several large and several small factions. The promises they made were always broken over time, which eventually angered a powerful wizard who appeared out of nowhere, who beat these guys who used elegance to interpret savagery and primitiveness to a pulp.

This cycle of beginning and end has repeated itself time and again for hundreds of years, nearly a thousand years.

Many powerful bloodline wizards become extremely irritable and easily angered after their bloodline begins to malfunction and show abnormal signs. Old Lunser has been hoping that such a third-circle, or even fourth-circle, wizard will emerge these days.

Jaxeter, standing to the side, looked even more nervous, as if his suppressed emotions were about to overflow and flatten him into a pancake.

What a strange vampire, Ruger thought.

Jaxet doesn't seem to want to live with other vampires; instead, he prefers working in this small shop and enjoys interacting with humans.

The incessant rain of blood stopped last night.

They seemed to be anticipating the arrival of the vampires today.

There weren't many people on the wet streets, at least not in their area.

Perhaps the Blood Suns weakened due to the rain over the past few days, resulting in their poor condition. Or perhaps they were waiting for the arrival of the vampires. The fact that no one had left gave more people confidence, and they would at least choose to wait and see. The delay caused by the Blood Rain forced the loose sands to turn into mud and sand, although they were still somewhat unusable.

Ruger noticed that the old man next door, whom he hadn't seen for a few days, had reappeared, enjoying the blood-red sunlight of the morning.

"Is Miss Elena doing well lately?"

Ruger looked at Jaxet, who had just arrived, and tried to start a conversation to ease the increasingly tense atmosphere.

He estimated that in many unseen houses, those who hadn't gone out were also waiting by the window for the vampires to arrive.

This was a turning point in many people's lives.

“Yes, she lowered her demands, risked a breakdown, and finally made some progress, but it's unclear whether she can leave the territory of the City of Burning Blood,” Jaxey raised his hand to straighten the folded collar of his black robe, looked out the window, and said, “Whether it's good or bad, I can't judge, but that's certainly what she wanted…”

Ruger nodded in understanding, then recalled Elena's increasingly obvious bloodline infection characteristics. According to what Old Lenser had said before, in order to stabilize the experiment, she should have had some of Mr. Nuondo's special bloodline implanted. Originally a natural bloodline possessor, she had somehow stepped into the most dangerous realm of bloodline fusion.

The blood-red sun after the rain seemed exceptionally bright.

Luger looked up, like the old gentleman across the door, at the blood-red sun high in the dome.

He narrowed his eyes and suddenly noticed a black-robed figure suspended in mid-air, with his hands behind his back, quietly overlooking the area.

“Uncle Lunther.” Ruger nudged old Lunther’s elbow with his arm.

“I saw him. It must be that old guy from Bloodfortress,” Old Lunther said irritably. “He’s so arrogant. If I were a third-ring wizard, I would have dragged him down and beaten him up long ago, until none of his descendants would recognize him.”

Suddenly, Luger nudged old Lenser with his elbow again.

He had a feeling that the old vampire wizard standing in mid-air seemed to have glanced in this direction.

Old Lunser also consciously shut his mouth and lowered his big dog head.

Perhaps it was his hostile gaze that attracted the other party's attention, but the specifics are unknown. Any understanding of third-ring wizards comes from old Lenther's extensive knowledge; they cannot yet personally experience that power.

Gradually, more and more vampires began to appear on the streets of this area.

Both sides are exercising restraint, and neither has yet made the first move to create a magical fluctuation.

As Jaxet listened to the two talking, he looked up and searched for a long time before finally spotting the location of his vampire elder.

Suddenly, a strange mental pressure appeared, continuously emanating from the old man standing in the air. If Luger was not mistaken, it should have already enveloped the entire area.

Is this some kind of unconventional way of knocking? Ruger wondered.

Boom boom boom!
At that very moment, the door of Old Lenser's Pharmacy was knocked on.

The three of them went down to the first floor.

Standing outside was the handsome vampire who had come before, the one whose face had turned grim and terrifying to Jaxeter. At this moment, the well-dressed vampire still maintained a smile on his face.

His gaze swept past Ruger and old Lenser and landed on Jaxet.

“My cousin, what’s wrong? It seems you still haven’t become the owner of this shop. You always disappoint me and everyone else,” the handsome vampire youth said. “In that case, I’ll take this place. Everything you can’t get, everything you want, and everything you’ve already got, I’ll take it all away to prevent you from disappointing everyone again.”

The handsome vampire youth straightened his collar and walked towards the store's shelves, looking as if he wanted to browse and take a look.

As he walked, he looked around and said, "What level are you at now? If I remember correctly, you're a level three wizard apprentice, right? And you even know a few low-level potion recipes. What's this? Is this still the cousin I used to look up to?"

"Barham! I don't need anyone to look up to me, and my fate is none of anyone's business." Jaxey stepped in front of the vampire youth.

The handsome vampire youth stopped and looked at him, but only smiled.

Creak! The door to Old Lenser's Pharmacy was pushed open again, and the sound of the bell was as melodious as ever.

It seems there are quite a few vampires who are interested in this wretched place, Ruger thought.

The handsome vampire youth, who had been smiling, suddenly turned his head to look at the two vampires who had just opened the door. The two vampires paused, as if they recognized the young vampire. After a moment's thought, the two vampires silently retreated.

The handsome vampire youth turned around, his smile returning, and looked at his cousin Jaxet in front of him.

Ruger stood there helplessly, glancing at old Lunser beside him. The enormous old dog's head was also looking at him, and the two stared at each other silently.

(End of this chapter)