Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 278 Questions and Answers

The pale, withered tree still stands tall.

"grown ups."

All three of them bowed respectfully to the man who entered the camp.

The man in the black robe glanced at them, then looked at the blazing campfire, and finally fixed his gaze on the nearest treehouse.

The man remained silent and strode toward the treehouse.

The three stood quietly by the campfire, and after a while, the man finally emerged from the treehouse with a frown.

He went straight to the campfire and sat down.

“You all sit down,” the man said. “I understand the general situation. Their injuries are peculiar. I’ve managed to stabilize them, and they should be able to walk with some difficulty soon, but I’ll need your help…”

The man pulled up the cuffs of his black robe, tapping his chin with his finger as he spoke, his steady eyes surveying the three wizard apprentices by the campfire.

Luger and the others exchanged glances.

Following the black-robed man's signal, they all sat down again by the campfire.

When the black-robed wizard looked at Nana Erz, he frowned slightly.

“For a fourth-level wizard apprentice, I think it’s better to meditate in the underground world,” the man said in a deep voice. “Originally, it wouldn’t have been necessary to go through all this trouble, but the situation here is rather special. It’s not just targeting your camp. You can also consider it as part of an exploration mission. Completing the inquiry can be seen as fulfilling your exploration contract.”

The short-haired wizard spoke, first looking at the composed Raiden.

The meaning in his eyes was self-evident, and after organizing his thoughts, Leiden began to speak.

Ruger's eyes darted around, glancing at Leiden from time to time, nodding in agreement, occasionally looking at the unfamiliar wizard, but mostly glancing at the petite girl beside him.

Seeing Nana Erz's bewildered expression, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The little girl looked at Leiden with curiosity, listening to his story, and sometimes looked surprised.

The wizard was quite surprised.

Ruger and Leiden knew far more than the others lying in the treehouse, but Leiden was clearly selective in his account. Revealing some of his stories with Ruger would be pointless and only cause more trouble.

The wizard's inquiries focused solely on the town, the Nightmare Master of the tower, and how the former head wizard had died. Yes, they all considered that person a special Nightmare Master, something Leiden had already suspected, so he gave ambiguous answers. It was normal for a wizard apprentice to speak about uncertain things. The questioning was clearly routine. After hearing about the town's inexplicable collapse, the short-haired wizard lost much of his interest and didn't even bother to ask Ruger any more questions.

The newly appointed wizard had obviously learned of the town's collapse and dissipation from the two injured people. Wizards are usually like this when it comes to things they're not interested in; he quickly finished his questioning and recorded it in a book.

Ruger and Leiden left their arcane marks at the end of the book.

As for the petite girl standing to the side, she was merely a confused newcomer, sipping tea and watching the commotion.

"grown ups."

Leiden respectfully handed him a cup of bitter tea.

“From the moment you left your secret mark, you are considered free explorers. You can use the stripping arrays of all the camps to leave the Nightmare World. Of course, as free explorers, you have to bear the cost of magic stones each time you use the array! Tsk tsk, you could have saved some,” the black-robed man said. “I guess after experiencing something like this, you must want to go back to the underground world to rest.”

Ruger and Leiden exchanged a glance. "But not today. We need to wait until the two injured men can stand up. Give the two young men some time to recover."

The black-robed wizard stroked his short hair, said jokingly, stood up, and headed straight for the largest treehouse upstairs.

There are the things that the previous person in charge was in charge of, as well as various samples. The most important of these, and the one that Luger and the other value most, is naturally the stripping magic array.

"My lord, I also want to leave the nightmare world with them..."

The petite girl stood up and said softly.

The black-robed wizard continued walking, casually raising his hand.

The three of them were left alone by the campfire once again.

Ruger took out what he had just obtained, reached out and stroked the cover of the notebook, and slowly opened it.

He stroked his chin and began to read.

Simply put, this is an exploration of the abilities of the Blood Curse Doll.

Cultivate the cursed power of the Blood Curse Doll, and when the time is right, ignite the cursed power using a special method to obtain a cursed flame.

At this point, as the master of the puppet, if you have a very good affinity with your blood cursed doll and raise it properly, you can risk letting the blood cursed doll lie on your body for a long time, absorbing your blood while being burned by the flames of curse, slowly condensing your own bloodline. There are two reasons for this risk: first, during this period, you will naturally have to bear some of the doll's curse; second, a poorly raised doll is likely to turn against its master, and blood can easily cause it to lose its way.

Ruger first quickly skimmed through it.

I'm quite satisfied with this notebook. Besides basking in the sun in the City of Burning Blood, it's another way to learn about condensing bloodlines.

The effect of pursuing bloodlines mentioned in the notes was clearly a small discovery that came along during the research. He still needs to experiment more with it in subsequent uses. The main content of this notebook is still the exploration of the Blood Curse Doll, such as how the Curse Flame helps the doll's growth and its combat abilities.

The notes clearly emphasize the importance of the Blood Curse Doll's growth. This growth doesn't refer to its strength in battle, but rather to the strange emotions it embodies. This reminds Ruger of the notes he kept in the library, specifically the section about the Blood Curse Doll's birth. The Blood Curse Doll's owner clearly didn't simply use it as a tool. Later, as it became more powerful, it became even less useful. Instead, the owner treated the Blood Curse Doll as a source of emotional support and used the research on it as a mental break between experiments.

It's a form of relaxation.

Just like Luger's dazed thoughts and random ideas.

"Do you have any special plans after returning to the underground world?"

Leiden poked at the campfire and spoke.

“I will return to the City of Burning Blood first. I lived there before coming to the Nightmare World,” Ruger said.

Leiden glanced at him, gave him a knowing look, and nodded, clearly having heard of the City of Burning Blood.

As for that look, Luger was all too familiar with it. It was the look one would give to those whose bloodline modification characteristics were outwardly apparent. This was the more civilized way of putting it in the City of Burning Blood. To other wizards, they would bluntly say that they were a bunch of modification madmen. This "madmen" was not just a simple curse, but a double entendre, referring both to their madness in modifying themselves and to their near-collapse madness.

Ruger rolled his eyes; he was too lazy to explain.

“I plan to go to a place I’ve always longed for,” the petite girl suddenly spoke up. “There are some peculiar wizards there, masters of the path of prophecy, but I don’t really want to explore the boundaries of prophecy. I want to glimpse the root of it all… I feel that’s what I should dedicate my life to…”

(End of this chapter)