Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 249 Communication and Gifts

Sometimes, the things in the nightmare world cannot be understood or guessed; the only option is to accept them.

Ruger recalled a phrase Leiden had once uttered in the camp, but now he couldn't help but connect the dots, to speculate wildly. This was the cradle of a Nightmare Lord. When Mutris exaggeratedly spoke of the Nightmare Lord's power, he and Leiden were more surprised than fearful, because they believed that for the High Council, the continued existence of something like a Nightmare Lord had deeper reasons, rather than being an insurmountable obstacle.

But they weren't the Supreme Council; they were just a kobold who rarely shed anymore, plus a cook.

Ruger even had some outrageous wild thoughts, such as whether the mountain beneath his feet might be the so-called nascent Nightmare Lord, and these black trees might be its thick back hairs.

But after thinking about it, I felt that the possibility was very low. If it were a cave world, it would probably be like this, but this is a nightmare world, and the wizard Mutress said before she left that they could not see it or find it, so it is unlikely to be as simple as the mountain under our feet.

Seeing Leiden's strange look, Ruger realized that the guy had also thought of what he was thinking.

“I don’t think we’ve trampled that lord underfoot…” Ruger said softly.

Leiden nodded.

"And we certainly don't use its back hair to roast meat."

Ruger continued, his abrupt words causing Leiden to pause in his nodding.

Nightmare Lord?

Can't see it?

Born from extreme distortion and countless coincidences, under the guidance of the power of fate and spirituality?

Ruger shook his head, looking around, and strode toward the black, withered tree that had been hit by the Spirit Hair Nourishment and Hair Removal spells.

He raised his hand and placed it on the bare tree trunk without bark, feeling its dryness and smoothness. He began to cast the Spirit Hair Nourishment spell repeatedly, just like he would with the few tufts of hair that he often played with. The difference was that he was more focused than before. He had always paid attention to the changes in those hairs when he played with them and when he used the Spirit Hair Nourishment spell on himself, but this time he was much more serious.

Ruger touched the tree trunk with one hand, closed his eyes, and unconsciously leaned forward, resting his forehead on the tree trunk.

He cast the Spirit Hair Nourishment spell again and again. Thanks to the benefits of casting it frequently, he was not only extremely skilled at it, but as long as the target was right, it would not cause obvious magical fluctuations. It was like a gentle breeze that continuously caressed the tree, and only he and the tree could feel the breeze.

communicate with.

The concept of communication is never limited to words or eye contact.

In some cases, magic can also be a form of communication.

Or rather, magic is the means by which he, the spellcaster, communicates with the black, withered tree; the spell he is casting is the language between him and the tree.

A moment later, Ruger opened his eyes.

For a moment, he seemed to feel a comfortable and joyful emotion in the tree, very faint and weak, so faint that he could not sense it if he was not careful.

What happens if you keep using hair removal techniques?
He sensed the spiritual energy; his hand, which had been pressed against the tree, remained there, but he stopped just as he was about to cast a spell.

He turned his head and looked towards the campfire: "I'm going to give it a try."

Leiden looked at the tree and nodded.

Ruger closed his eyes, sensing the black, bare tree, and began to cast hair removal spells one after another.

Although he didn't use it often, the Hair Removal Spell was his signature spell, and it was still incredibly smooth to cast. If this kind of tree could grow in the Abyss Bedroom space, he would really like to transplant one there, at least to practice his spells.

Unfortunately, it is too special. It is a peculiar creation belonging to the nightmare world, and it is in this special place.

Ruger closed his eyes, and waves of magic swept across the black, withered tree.

He was still carefully sensing it.

After a while, he finally noticed something unusual. This time, it wasn't comfort or joy, but a strange sense of exhilaration. Luger's emotions wavered slightly, and he lost sight of that fleeting feeling of exhilaration.
One spell after another, the spellcasting never stopped. If the previous magical exchanges were like soothing an itch, then now it was like urging it on, summoning it to come out and play together.

In the attic of Old Lenser's Pharmacy, Ruger had a renewed understanding of hair removal. Hair removal is not about forcibly plucking hair. Like the Spirit Hair Nourishment spell, it has a weak spiritual awakening effect, but it is extremely special. Its so-called weakness is short-lived and peculiar. It is not that the spiritual awakening effect is weak. In that instant, the hair is voluntary and spontaneous, as if it has briefly come alive, and runs off the thigh on its own. But then, it becomes ordinary hair again.

Click!
Luger suddenly opened his eyes, and his hand left the tree trunk.

He looked up at the not-so-tall, black, withered tree in front of him and subconsciously took a few steps back.

Leiden's attention was also drawn to his movements.

As Luger retreated, the black tree also changed; it twisted and bent, its branches beginning to converge upwards, like a slightly stiff black python.

The things in the nightmare world cannot be understood or guessed; one can only choose to accept them.

Luger, who had retreated to the campfire, recalled those words again.

In the time it takes to breathe, the black, withered tree detached from the ground and floated toward him, constantly shrinking from a frightening python shape to something like a common rope.

Snapped!
The black rope lay motionless at Luger's feet.

The two watched quietly, without making any rash moves.

Ruger met Leiden's gaze and said softly, "I used a hair removal technique, which has a slight spiritual awakening effect..."

Leiden suddenly understood.

“I think you should pick it up. It might just be a good piece of material. Don’t think about that lord. These trees probably have nothing to do with the Nightmare Lord. They’re just some rather peculiar products of the Nightmare World…” Leiden said.

Ruger nodded and reached out, about to pick up the strange, rope-like object.

Suddenly, the ground shook, and a mound of earth bulged out, from which a large, squeaky head emerged.

"Squeak! Squeak!"

The little clever insect chirped happily.

Luger rolled his eyes and picked up the black rope that it had nudged aside.

To be precise, it should be a black hair, and the few pitiful branches that have been gathered together can now be seen as the dry forks at the ends of the hair.

Perhaps this could also be used as part of a blood curse doll?

"Don't you think this looks familiar?"

Leiden was already standing in front of Zizi, looking at what it was holding in its mouth.

Ruger casually wrapped the black rope around his wrist and played with it, then looked at the little gift that Zizi had pulled out of the ground.

A dirty, filthy thing.

Upon closer inspection, it appears to be a hat.

A hat with a slightly crooked design would probably be crooked when worn on the head. Perhaps deliberately wearing it at a slightly crooked angle and rotating it to adjust the angle would actually make the hat stand up straight on the head.

Vito Belfort?

He remembered a guy who was skilled at ear implantation and always tilted his head to the side. If this strange hat wasn't a local trend, then it probably came from Vito's head.

As Luger pondered, he subconsciously used the Spirit Hair Nourishment spell, and the black rope on his wrist twitched almost imperceptibly.

(End of this chapter)