Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 198 Fulfillment and Comfort

A few days have passed since the strange events in the City of Burning Blood began. People on the streets seem to have noticed that Blood Sun has been quietly improving, having a better calming effect on their restless bloodlines. So, since nothing unusual has happened in the past few days, smiles have returned to everyone's faces.

"What an easily satisfied bunch," old Lenser muttered as he saw off a group of guests.

There are people who can laugh, and there are people who are worried. Old Doghead is the type who laughs and worries at the same time. When he sees others laughing, his scales tip and he becomes more worried, which leads him to mutter a few curses under his breath.

Ruger saw all of the old dog Lunther's little tricks.

The old man has lived here for over seventy years, and his long-planned solution to the bloodline issue is nearing completion. Changes in the City of Burning Blood will naturally affect his emotions.

"Uncle, did they all pass?" Luger asked.

On the counter were seven bottles of potions that Luger had recently learned. These were the famous satiety potions that he had long admired, and they were essential for home, travel, experimentation, and combat.

Old Lunser waved his hand impatiently and said, "Passed, of course you passed! You can learn the next one tomorrow! I didn't teach you this simple one first because I was afraid you'd get too cocky."

“Uncle, I don’t have a tail,” Ruger said.

"Go and meditate!" Old Lunser said irritably.

"If I learn two more of the four potions agreed upon, then I can learn the high-difficulty Painless Body potion," Ruger thought to himself.

Of course, he also had to complete the difficult problem that old Lunser had given him: to find and successfully replace the materials in the four recipes for refining. He also secretly added a condition: the finished product had to be of high quality.

Ruger glanced outside; it was already afternoon.

He turned and went back to his little attic.

As planned, he began his daily spirit hair nourishment ritual, stroking the hair on his body with his hand. This would enhance the effectiveness of the nourishment spell. Everything was recorded in the Shepherd's Ascension Ritual. As for the areas that were out of reach, he could only deal with them by casting spells directly.

Ruger felt that in the eyes of outsiders, he seemed to have become a particularly vain dog-headed man, like old Lunther, who had been grooming his fur to be exceptionally smooth lately, and sometimes even rolling his eyes.

He didn't let go of the hair that fell off his legs last time either. He held it in his hand and used the Spirit Hair Nourishing Technique on it. After a few days, it was just as shiny and smooth, only slightly worse than the hair that grew on his body.

After a flurry of activity, his form began to change. It was the routine temporary consumption of spell slots, followed by rapid replenishment. This time, he didn't wait for the spells to end naturally, but actively eliminated them and then carried out two more rounds of spell storage and consumption. If the four demonic marks were really consuming these spells, then he would definitely be very satisfied today.

After that came deep meditation and spell practice. Ruger opened the window of the attic and entered the Abyss Bedroom space to do all this. The reason for opening the window was that if Old Lunser came to the attic to find him, he could use it as an excuse to say that he had gone out through the window.

Wizards value personal space and require a consistently quiet environment, so this kind of thing doesn't usually happen.

But the recent strange occurrences in the City of Burning Blood made him think twice.

"Brother Luger!"

The two kobolds were busy planting the ingredients for making a satiety potion, which they had recently delivered. They were laying down magic stones again, clearing a new area next to the previous site. The satiety potion serves two main purposes: first, to sustain life—high-quality life, not just simply to stay alive; and second, to provide a strong feeling of fullness. However, cultivating these ingredients wasn't all they needed to make it; the potion also required the essential essence of the flesh and blood of subterranean beasts.

Ruger didn't disturb them and went to a corner to practice his spells.

The magical pet, Zizi, was still fast asleep in the dragon blood mud pit. Luger was afraid that the little crybaby insect-man, who had entrusted this younger brother to him, would fall asleep and die. However, its size was indeed growing larger and larger. The layers of black, scale-like hard shell covering its entire body were being stretched open with larger gaps, and the lonely little horn on its head was also getting longer. It felt like Zizi was closer to the concept of a dragon than its master.

"It seems... dragons really enjoy sleeping?"

As Ruger muttered to himself, he ended his meditation after the spell practice and stepped out of the Abyss Bedroom.

It was another fulfilling and peaceful day. He hummed to himself as he walked downstairs and appeared at the dining table right on time, wolfing down his food despite old Renser's glare.

After a fierce battle.

Luger put down his cutlery with satisfaction, patted his belly, and said, "Uncle, your cooking is amazing—"

"Ok?"

A familiar yet unfamiliar surprised voice rang out from the side.

"Have you finished eating yet?"

The beautiful and serene Aunt Jenny appeared at the dining table, and the dark and murky rift in the void behind her slowly closed.

“My cooking skills are pretty good, aren’t they, little Ruger?” said Ms. Jenny.

Old Renser's face fell again. He said, "This is another meal, one that I made. You've been gone for a long time..."

"A long time?" Ms. Jenny raised her hand to cover her mouth, seemingly afraid of the word. "How long? A few years? It can't be hundreds of years, can it?"

“Just a few days, Aunt Jenny,” Ruger said.

Jenny rolled her eyes at old Lenser upon hearing this, then turned to look at Ruger.

It seems that the "long time" she refers to is quite different from the "long time" they use; they are not the same concept.

“I’m here to give little Ruger a gift,” Jenny said with a smile. “Young people not only need nurturing, but also experience to grow faster. I noticed last time that his foundation is very solid…”

Old Lenser's big dog face drooped even longer.

But Ms. Jenny didn't look at him; instead, she smiled and placed the three items on the table in front of Ruger.

“I went to assist with some interesting things this time, and I happened to see something that would be suitable for little Ruger. I felt the vibrant life force emanating from him. He should be under twenty years old, and both his strength and age are perfect for him to gain some experience,” Jenny said.

Ruger felt that although she was looking at him as she spoke, every word she said was directed at old Lenser.

“Besides, some things are going to happen in this city soon, so it’s not suitable for little Ruger to stay here…” Jenny said.

These words made old Lenser's eyelids twitch.

Ruger didn't interrupt, but instead looked down at the three so-called gifts.

“This is…” Ruger pointed to the first one.

He actually saw the symbol of the Holy Inquisitor on it.

“Don’t ask, little one,” Jenny said with a smile, stopping him. “Making choices based on your inner spirit is part of the experience, and it’s also a fun thing, isn’t it, little Ruger?”

Like old Lenser, Ruger raised an eyebrow. He had thought all three items were for him, but it seemed he had to choose one.

This feeling was unsettling. It wasn't that he was greedy, but combined with Ms. Jenny's insightful remarks, he felt like he wasn't choosing a gift, but rather something like train or boat tickets.

(End of this chapter)