Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 238 Teacher and Student

In the dimly lit corridor, the three wizard apprentices had unknowingly stopped walking, their footsteps falling silent, making the entire tower even quieter.

Ruger looked at the two of them.

After Leiden asked the most crucial question, he waited in vain for the yellow-robed, withered-haired man to answer.

Seeing this, Leiden spoke calmly and concisely, giving a brief and focused account of the old woman they both knew about.

Ruger finally saw a relatively rich range of expressions on the face of the yellow-robed, withered-haired man.

“With your understanding of the nightmare world, you should be able to see more than we can. Whether to do it and how to do it is up to you to decide,” Leiden said. “If you make a decision, you can try it, and we two don’t mind offering some help.”

Luger nodded in agreement, appearing to approve.

Actually, if more advanced experimental materials were delivered to her door, it would be more helpful to the old woman's grand plan, Ruger thought.

"Many things in the Nightmare World are difficult to explain even for those who have embarked on the path of Nightmare Wizards."

The man in the yellow robe with withered hair spoke softly, but he no longer mentioned asking the two men to help deliver the message.

This left Ruger somewhat disappointed.

And in the end, this guy in the dark yellow old wizard's robe never revealed what level of wizard his teacher was.

Speaking of teachers, Ruger couldn't help but think of that demon wizard apprentice, the guy who had invited him to be his student.

When Ruger inquired about the Ascension Ritual that allowed one to deviate from the kobold bloodline at the well, one of the two clues pointed to the token given by that person. Ruger's superficial understanding was that it probably referred to two things: one was to go to that person, where one could obtain clues about the Ascension Ritual, or directly obtain the Ascension Ritual that Ruger sought, which involved manipulating the dragon bloodline; the other, in his understanding, was to truly join that person's tutelage as a student, enter the field of demonology, and completely change direction to distance oneself from the kobold bloodline.

The three of them stood there, each lost in thought for a moment, each with their own worries.

They were pondering different questions.

Ruger glanced at Leiden, who had also been given the chance to ask Jingzhong for answers. Given his situation, he would definitely ask about promotion. Ruger really hoped he would succeed, after all, he had just lost a cook recently, and if another one died, Ruger would never dare to be friends with cooks again.

The man in the yellow robe with withered hair pondered for a long time, seemingly making a difficult decision.

He suddenly bowed to the two of them, then turned and left.

Ruger and Leiden exchanged a glance, both somewhat bewildered.

Ruger stared wide-eyed. There was only one answer to the direction the guy went: to the wrinkled old woman's room. The stone door to the room had already closed when they left.

Ruger turned and ran toward the stairs, with Leiden following closely behind.

This has already wasted their time flipping through the book, and that guy seems to be up to something outrageous.

Sure enough, soon after, the sound of banging on the stone door came from the darkness.

Ruger paused slightly, turned his head to listen for two sounds, and saw that Leiden had already rushed into the library ahead of him. Ruger watched Leiden's back and then strode in as well.

Although the two of them had been in a hurry before, he always felt that Leiden was more eager than the last time he came to the library.

Perhaps the answer found in the well helped this guy take a big step forward, he thought.

The same familiar bookshelf.

Ruger stood there again, prepared his paper and pen, and began to quickly flip through the pages.

They read one book after another, thoroughly enjoying themselves.

The books were all blurry, but Ruger was not discouraged at all. They hadn't been summoned by the old woman for a long time. Since they started learning magic in the camp, this wrinkled old wizard must have remembered something. And the touch of her thoughts would make some books clear in this strange nightmare. After all, this place was born from her dream.

And then there's that Nightmare Apprentice, Mütsu, who has clearly been cooperating with the old woman these past few days, trying out some things. During these attempts, she inevitably let her thoughts wander and touched upon some things.

Everything in the dream actually already existed, but the old woman didn't recall it, which made it blurry.

As for the previous book, the collection of poems about dreams and death, it was probably a special arrangement left by the wizard who touched fate. It was probably always clear, but unknown to the old woman. It is likely that the entire library was arranged by him, luring wizard apprentices who stumbled into this place and carefully tried to browse the books. Of course, such so-called coincidences would be explained by him as the power of fate.

This entire town is a twisted creation of a nightmare world and numerous dreams.

What Luger needs to do now is to find those few little treasures that have become vivid and clear because of memories among this lifeless pile of blurry creations.

Soon, a booklet filled with drawings and doodles caught his eye.

This is a book made by gluing together things of obviously different sizes and different types of paper.

But they are clear!
Ruger began to look through the pages carefully and found something new, which made him happy.

The beginning part looks like a child's doodle. You can tell that although it was drawn very carefully, it can only be praised as full of childlike fun. As Luger flipped through the pages, he soon felt that the childlike fun was gone, and many pages must have been missing in the middle, because the changes in the style of the illustrations were no longer consistent and became gloomy. The illustrations were always of a rag doll with two round buttons for eyes.

According to Ruger, the so-called loss was not due to the book being lost after it was made. The black cover was Ruger's favorite style, and the book was bound very neatly, so it was more like a child's doodle. After selecting the pages and adding newer paper to the second half, it was made into a book. The many pages that seemed to be lost were discarded in the beginning.

Ruger raised an eyebrow.

This appears to be a book that has nothing to do with the ascension of wizards or the ascension ritual.

After flipping through a dozen pages of children's doodles, what followed was adult handwriting, devoid of any childlike charm.

Ruger flipped through the pages.

—It was my only friend. When I was chosen to leave home as a little kid, I didn't understand anything. I only took it with me, wearing my dirty little dress and holding it in my arms. It was a doll that was also a little dirty. I even gave it a name, but I don't know when, it abandoned me.

I lost it, or maybe someone else broke it. I cried for a long time, until I fell asleep without realizing it. I was scared and exhausted. I cried until my mind went blank. When I woke up, I couldn't remember whether I lost it or someone else broke it. I only knew that I had lost it.

(End of this chapter)