Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 192 Wizards and Trash

Ruger was quite convinced by what Old Lenser said, but the method and place that could guarantee the solution to Old Lenser's bloodline problem must be extremely high-level, and the people involved must also be extremely high-level. He was already a little dizzy from all the high-level stuff, so for many days, although Old Lenser acted very normally and seemed to trust the lady he had made an appointment with, Ruger was still extra careful while busy with various matters in his daily life.

This was also the first time he had entered the Abyss Bedroom Space in many days. He quite liked this routine life. On the long road to transcendence, one naturally had to be able to endure loneliness and maintain a calm mind.

"Brother Luger."

Aiskin and Da Shaheng were resting. The extraordinary plants they cultivated were growing well, especially the Dragon Blood Bitter Vine, which had already surpassed Luger's description of them and had begun to climb up the trunk.

The two dragonborn kobolds were holding biographical novels that Ruger had recently brought in. Although he hadn't come in these past few days, he had still taken in quite a few things, including many books.

Big Fool pointed to the book in his hand.

“Wizard,” Big Fool hummed.

"Brother Luger, are you a wizard? Wizards are so amazing!"

As Aiskin spoke, she held up a page of the book with both hands to show it to Ruger.

Luger smiled and stared intently, then saw a familiar phrase: "Only wizards can walk on the ground."

"Brother Luger must be the most powerful wizard."

Aiskin spoke from the side, and Big Fool nodded in agreement.

"I'm just a wizarding apprentice, but I'll definitely become the most powerful wizard someday," Ruger said with a smile.

He discovered that Big Fool and Aiskin were not holding the same book; the sentence appeared in the middle of one book and at the end of the other.

That's an interesting question, and a good starting point.

Ruger thought for a moment, then took the book from Aiskin's hand, which she had already read to the end of, glanced at it briefly, and put it away.

In fact, he may seem relaxed and lazy along the way, but only he knows the true extent of his meticulousness in the details of life. He can only observe, inquire indirectly, and experience things for himself when it comes to common sense. He dares not reveal too much ignorance.

Do you often see this sentence in the books you read?

Ruger looked at the two kobolds and asked.

He used to enjoy reading biographies and similar novels, but gradually his life became filled with things he needed to learn and master; otherwise, he would have noticed this phenomenon much earlier.

"Yes, Brother Luger, not all of them are there, but you can see them quite often."

As Aiskin spoke, Big Fool nodded vigorously in agreement.

Ruger still had two bottles of Rage Fighter Potion left unused.

He examined them and found that the two dragonborn kobold warriors hadn't been slacking off, but they were still lacking. Targeted combat and honing their willpower through the use of their warrior marks were both essential training methods for warriors. The optimal timing for taking the Rage Warrior Potion, a warrior advancement potion, required the warrior to be outside of combat and able to make their warrior mark appear and light up for at least three breaths through sheer willpower.

Despite sparring daily until they were covered in injuries and even trying to hone their willpower with the Fighter's Mark like Ruger meditated, the two dragonborn kobolds were still lacking in time. Furthermore, Ruger didn't intend to give Aiskin the Rage Fighter's Potion; that was clearly more suitable for Big Fool Heng. The idea of ​​burning oneself under the flames of rage was also applicable to advancing as a Life Fighter. He believed that a more suitable advancement potion for Aiskin would be found in the future. After a brief exchange, the three kobolds began their respective training.

Ruger never considered deep meditation to be a boring thing. Even though he did it day after day without interruption, it was as if everything in life was preparing him for this meditation. Meditation soothed the fatigue from all aspects and integrated some things absorbed from all aspects.

Similarly, everyday activities also provide feedback to meditation. For example, the benefits to mental strength when concocting potions are not due to the concoction itself increasing mental strength, but rather to the continuous training and refinement of the mental strength gained through meditation in various ways during daily use, making it as easy to control as an extension of one's own limb.

The following afternoon, Ruger finally found his chance.

He took out the novel about spying on a knight's journey to adulthood.

"Oh? You actually have time to read this kind of novel? I thought you only knew how to meditate and read spellbooks." Old Lunser said, leaning on the counter with his elbow and glancing at it.

"Time is indeed limited, but it's also important to relax from time to time."

As Ruger spoke, he spread the book out on the counter and turned to the last few pages.

"Uncle, are you familiar with this sentence?" he said. "I've found this sentence in many books. Some are in the middle, where the protagonist discovers a treasure and the text contains this sentence. Others are at the end, when the protagonist aspires to become a wizard and sees this sentence."

Old Renser, who seemed to be deep in thought, was pulled back to reality by Ruger and glanced at the books spread out on the counter.

"The one who can do this and is happy to spread this kind of story must be the Supreme Council. This most widely circulated proverb uses people's yearning for the legendary earthly world to highlight the power of wizards. More importantly, it also arouses people's desire to become wizards. Don't underestimate these subtle influences. The spread of this proverb may have influenced many people to embark on the path of wizards over countless years. The underground world is vast, and spreading this information in the form of proverbs is a good choice."

Old Lenser, with his chin resting on his hand and head tilted, replied.

"Of course, there's also a rumor that this phrase circulated in the wizarding world long before the Supreme Council existed..."

The gesture of old Lenser's lips clearly showed his disdain for this statement.

Ruger stood outside the counter, resting his elbows on it as well.

“Uncle, you’re so knowledgeable. Why do we live in the underground world? I’ve heard that there’s a real sun brighter than the Blood Sun in the surface world, and a blue sky?” Ruge looked at old Lunser. “The names of those underground cities are all filled with longing for the sky and the surface world. They’re all names like Star-Moon City and Twin Moon City. And these coins, star coins and moon coins, and sun coins…”

Old Lenser chuckled again.

“Most of the nobles in those underground cities, including those ancient ones in the Upper Realm, are just bragging. They say their family records say their ancestors were nobles from the surface world, but their ancestors have been saying it so much that they've even fooled themselves. Truly noble families with such a long history are extremely rare, even if there is a very powerful wizard in the family,” Old Lunser said. “And those can no longer be called noble families, but wizard families.”

"As for why we are here, I have heard a story..." Old Lunser pondered, "Originally, this underground world did not have so many different races, so many kinds of subterranean beasts, and all sorts of strange things and creatures. Over countless years of evolution... the underground world is actually a huge, boundless garbage dump. Our ancestors and those subterranean beasts were all garbage thrown in from different worlds... After evolution, it became what it is now."

A garbage dump? A landfill?
Ruger was somewhat surprised.

Old Lenser shrugged with a wide grin, clearly having reacted the same way when he first heard the same idea.

Are we all just little pieces of trash?
Ruger inexplicably thought of the Faceless Ones he had encountered in the Lower Realm, and the theory that this junkyard was a giant prison didn't seem as appealing as that theory.

(End of this chapter)