Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 237 Rewards and Punishments

Upon seeing this, Ruger immediately understood what had happened. This guy couldn't have been so stupid as to get lost; he must have been warmly invited by the old witch. Everything seemed perfect.

Just as he understood the rabbit, Ruger once again easily understood the inner thoughts of others, because it was difficult not to understand; those intense emotions were being forcefully transmitted through his sharp eyes.

Ruger could only respond with a smile.

The more understanding Leiden even offered a smile before he could.

The man's gaze grew even colder.

Ruger noticed that Mutris, who was also a Nightmare Wizard apprentice, did not stand with him and even seemed to be avoiding him. Clearly, the two knew each other, or at least they knew each other.

How did you manage to leave this place?

The old woman suddenly stopped laughing and looked at Ruger and Leiden.

Ruger deliberately spoke a beat late, leaving this precious opportunity to the Leiden brothers. These guys, who often stared at a pile of fire for a long time without saying a word, were sometimes quite clever and reliable. Ruger trusted their choice.

“My lord, leaving here and going to that rift are not within our control, nor is it possible for us to change anything. We are merely passively accepting the surprises that the Nightmare World brings us,” Leiden said in a deep voice.

The old woman's eyes widened, but she relaxed and nodded.

"Yes, it's certainly not something you apprentices could do... Hahaha..." The old woman laughed again. "However, that wasn't a surprise from the Nightmare World, it was a gift from fate, a gift to me..."

Laughter emanated from that small body and echoed throughout the room.

Hearing the echoing laughter, the yellow-robed nightmare wizard apprentice's eyes grew even colder, as if he wanted to rip out the hearts and livers of Luger and his companion with his gaze.

Ruger noticed that the old woman's laughter had unconsciously taken on a tremor of spiritual power.

The witch apprentice, Muriel, turned pale instantly. The laughter had only made Luger and the others feel a little uncomfortable, but she seemed very weak. It was clear that while they were away, this apprentice named Muriel had done a lot of work for the old woman.

The old woman's joy suggests that the Crevice Lands have not only gained a special Nightmare Wizard apprentice, but must have successfully obtained the opportunity to find answers at the well.

Ruger suddenly felt that perhaps this wrinkled old monster could really succeed and do things that others dared not even think of and that were impossible according to common sense.

He had originally intended to leave the decision of whether to use the triangular symbol against the old woman to fate, but deep down he didn't think highly of her. He subconsciously had a feeling that she would eventually fail and suffer a lose-lose situation.

But at that moment, listening to that laughter, he felt that he might be fortunate enough to witness a miracle.

“You,” the old woman said, forcing a smile through her wrinkled face, looking at Luger and the other man, “continue with your previous lifestyle. Do not make any changes. Rest normally, meditate normally. If you discover anything unusual, come and tell me immediately.”

Luger and the other man nodded in unison.

The old woman started pacing back and forth again.

“Oh, right! I said I would check your spells!” The old woman suddenly stopped. “You, all three of you, yes, all three of you! Unfortunately, I was too busy to remember. The last person to master a spell must be punished. Since it’s impossible to tell, then let’s just say you were all last.”

Luger was puzzled, but did not make any rash moves.

The old woman suddenly said, "Never mind, then let's just say you were all the first to master it. But I don't need any assistants right now, so I'll give you some other rewards instead."

The same small bottles that were tossed over last time were four of them, and the yellow-robed wizard apprentice standing to the side with a cold face also received one.

Ruger held the bottle in his hand; it still contained materials from the decomposition of nightmare creatures and some nightmare organs from wizard apprentices.

"Hmph, in our time, failing to remind an apprentice of something arranged by a formal wizard would have been punishable no matter what..."

The old woman muttered to herself and began pacing back and forth again. She said only one sentence before muttering something else, as if she were calculating something and trying to sort out her thoughts.

The pacing back and forth and the tapping of the long cane on the ground, along with the low mutterings, once again became the theme of the room.

The old woman kept walking, then suddenly waved her hand, signaling them to leave.

Ruger immediately bowed and turned to leave.

"You stay..."

The old woman paced back and forth, then suddenly spoke.

Ruger turned his head, his heart relaxing. The old woman casually pointed to the female apprentice on the Nightmare Wizard's Path, and saw Mutress's legs tremble and her face turn even paler.

After only a glance, Ruger followed Leiden and continued walking outside.

The yellow-robed wizard apprentice frowned slightly at the end, but said nothing and followed behind Ruger.

The three wizard apprentices walked silently down the corridor.

"I will find a way to leave this place, a real departure. I wonder if either of you would be interested?"

The Yellow-Robed Nightmare Apprentice spoke softly, but he emphasized the words "truly leave" in the middle part of the speech.

Ruger and Leiden both looked at him.

Although they hadn't had much contact, he was an arrogant person. The fact that he took the initiative to say such things and tentatively invite the two of them showed that he saw some value in them.

"The premise is that you can really leave here. Of course, I know you're not really leaving. That person can pull you back with just a thought. Based on my understanding of the Nightmare World, you can't truly get rid of her," the yellow-robed apprentice glanced at the two of them. "I won't pry into your secrets. If you can really do it, you only need to do one thing for me, and you can resolve this situation of waiting to die."

Luger and the other man exchanged a glance.

This guy definitely has reason to be anxious, and he's even more anxious than them. He was originally preparing to advance to a formal wizard, but he was brought here instead. And that's not the most important point. As a relatively outstanding nightmare wizard apprentice, he will inevitably become a valuable treasure that the old woman will definitely need. You can tell from the way the old woman looks at him. Moreover, if that Mutress can't hold on, he might be next.

Ruger turned to look at the yellow-robed apprentice, his gaze direct and his probing intent obvious.

“In my teacher’s view, the definition of a Nightmare Demon is too narrow, like her and this town,” the yellow-robed apprentice responded to Ruger’s inquiry. “Such strange places are not uncommon; they can also be seen as a special kind of Nightmare Demon. In general, in these cases, she and the town are already an integral part of each other…”

Ruger inexplicably felt that his judgment was somewhat unreliable.

“My teacher knows this stuff very well. If you can do it, you just need to follow my steps to burn one thing, and my teacher will get the message…” The yellow-robed wizard apprentice looked at the two of them, but did not receive the response he had expected.

Ruger saw the same guess in Leiden's eyes; perhaps this little genius on the path of the Nightmare Wizard hadn't known the old woman for very long.

“Well, I advise you not to trouble your teacher…” Ruger said.

This was practically a punishment for that teacher, though the guy might think it was a reward from the nightmare world, a gift from fate to his teacher as an experimental subject.

Perhaps the other party's research on this kind of thing is correct. This elusive and peculiar place that appears and disappears can be considered a different kind of nightmare demon. But this old woman, this strange remnant consciousness, is definitely a very special one, and is even outside the scope of the other party's research.

The Yellow-Robed Nightmare Apprentice was slightly surprised by the two men's attitude, and his expression began to change as he pondered.

"May I ask, what level of wizard is your teacher, that esteemed person?" Raiden asked softly.

(End of this chapter)