Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 276 Impatience and Laughter

Ruger and Leiden exchanged another glance. Their feelings were quite complicated, but even the most complicated things would be resolved in that instant of eye contact, or rather, they would decide what to do next. Because, whether it was a wild guess or not, they didn't have many options. So, their final decision was to do nothing and continue to wait there for the wizard who would accept the commission to arrive.

As Ruger watched the girl in front of him savor the sour fruit on the meat skewers, his thoughts wandered.

He looked again at the single hair stuck to the back of his hand.

Ever since the sudden appearance of the petite figure interrupted the conversation, the loyal scraggly creature No. 1 has stopped speaking to its wise and mighty master. However, after Luger placed it on the back of his hand, it behaved itself and did not fall off even after being shaken a couple of times.

Ruger noticed that it seemed very reluctant to enter the Blood Curse Doll and immerse itself in its friends' fluffy pile. It was likely that the previous accidental fall and the two times it made the doll were intentional actions by this guy.

Ruger originally wanted to continue talking to it to find out more.

A meal without a specific time or name ended perfectly thanks to the combined efforts of the three: Ruger and Nana Erz were busy eating, while Leiden took care of both eating and cooking.

As for the so-called effort, Ruger glanced at the petite girl in front of him.

She really was trying; she ate just as many meat skewers as he had, even more than Leiden.

Boil another pot of tea over the campfire.

Looking at the oddly shaped little pot, Ruger knew it was the same bitter tea from last time. When Leiden usually brewed fruit tea, he would take out an exquisite silver-white teapot, but this little black pot was the only one that was used with the bitter tea.

If Raden is right, the original leader of the camp, the deceased wizard, Ruger deduced that he had died two days before the town shattered and disappeared. They had been sitting here for more than a day, which meant that, according to Raden, a new wizard would take over in as little as three days. So, they were in a situation where a new wizard could arrive at any time.

As Ruger pondered this, he played with the plush doll while flipping through the spellbook he had just acquired.

His previous conversation with Miscellaneous Hair No. 1 made him realize the feasibility of his idea. Those hairs had indeed come close to completing their spiritual awakening, and there might even have been a few hairs that were no weaker than Miscellaneous Hair No. 1. This made him even more excited about making the Blood Curse Doll. He didn't expect it to bring him supreme power, but rather he wanted to enjoy the fun of making a magic doll for the first time. It wasn't the kind of rigid magic doll; it was an alternative living being that had successfully awakened its spiritual energy.

A good medium not only makes the puppet safer and more reliable, but also makes the awakening process smoother. At this moment, it has been proven that his fluff is a good medium. Relying on the Spirit Fur Nourishment Technique in his hand, all the persistence is worthwhile, rather than obtaining that kind of inferior, spiritless puppet. These words are from that book, and are also the original words that Luger wrote in his notes. Of course, there is no part praising the fluff.

Having a curse spell would naturally be more beneficial to the doll's growth, and with the opportunity presented to him, he would naturally want to learn it.

Kafi's Impatience spell, a zero-ring spell.

There are very few spells involving curses in the zero-ring magic, because many wizards focus on powerful curses, which are difficult to achieve. Curse power is inherently difficult to control, and wizard apprentices are too weak. Therefore, the few curse spells in the zero-ring magic are just byproducts of some wizards' experiments. Few people would study them specifically, until I had my youngest son, that slow, funny, and infuriating fellow.

Ruger flipped through the pages one by one.

As the name suggests, this is a spell created by a wizard named Kafi. It can make people impatient. To be precise, it is a good curse, but from Kafi's perspective, it is a failure. He wanted his son to be more proactive and become a decisive person. He wanted speed and efficiency in handling things around him, not impatience. Impatience could make his son act faster and on his own, but the result was not good.

As for curse spells, weak curses also have their advantages, such as being less noticeable. For example, they cause less harm to the caster. Take Kafi's Haste spell, for instance; this zero-ring spell has absolutely no negative effect on the caster.

This was also the first time Ruger had learned that powerful curse spells often caused the caster to suffer some of the curse's power backlash, resulting in some negative effects. Of course, this depended on the specific spell and the level of the wizard who cast it.

Ruger scratched his head, thinking of himself and the curse that had haunted the kobolds for generations.

I don't know what that wizard looked like, or whether he was affected by the curse, but according to the half-human's deduction, he should be a very powerful and ancient being.

Time passes unconsciously.

Looking back on the past, he felt that he had met some powerful people, some people who were unimaginably powerful, or even non-human. But there were always even more powerful and unimaginable people who stood from different perspectives, making him marvel and inspiring both awe and longing.

The petite girl in front of me sat there quietly the whole time.

Luger glanced at it but didn't disturb it.

As he looked at the spellbook, he made the most of his remaining time, constantly using the Spirit Hair Nourishment spell to baptize the plush doll in his hands.

Perhaps when the successor wizard arrives, he will choose to leave this place immediately.

The girl rolled up the sleeves of her tattered robe, leaned forward, rested her elbows on her lap, and supported her chin with her hands.

Like Leiden, she stared blankly at the campfire for a long time, remaining in the same posture and in the same way.

When Ruger looked up from his book again and glanced at her unintentionally, he noticed that her large eyes had become misty with tears.

As if noticing Luger's gaze, she looked up and smiled.

“I don’t know why, but there are so many things I can’t remember,” she said with a smile, tears streaming down her face. “And suddenly I feel both very sad and very happy. I’m probably sick. It’s really rude of me.”

“If you can’t remember, then don’t think about it. I often can’t remember things, and there are things I can’t figure out either,” Ruger said. “Just know what you want to do. For example, at first I just wanted to fill my stomach, so I went to catch bugs. Later I wanted a pair of shorts, so I went to make shorts. I hate shedding, so I found a good way to stop it from falling out like that…”

If Ruger's guess is correct, perhaps she is currently in the state of a newborn, an alternative semi-newborn, seemingly new yet not quite new, understanding everything yet not quite understanding it. When certain aspects are not touched, she is just like a normal person. Of course, Ruger also hopes that this is just his wild imagination. Perhaps the girl in front of him has just arrived in the Nightmare World and there is a small problem with her mental space. She will be fine after resting for a while.

“Perhaps I should leave here and return to the underground world,” the girl whispered. “I might really be sick…”

(End of this chapter)