Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 279 Constants and Variables

prophecy?

The power to see the root of all things?

Ruger was nodding at first, but then paused for a moment before continuing to nod slightly in agreement with the girl's narration. At the same time, he turned his head to glance at Leiden, who was holding a teacup and also looked like he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Ruger considered himself to be more knowledgeable than Leiden, and seeing Leiden with the same expression, he assumed that Leiden was thinking the same thing.

The root of all so-called spying is probably that thing again.

The petite girl was still talking, dreaming about her future, but the two people beside her had no interest in listening, or rather, they couldn't immerse themselves in the beautiful scenery she described.

what is this?
In order to abandon the past, abandon the path of destiny, and for a new life, have we given up too cleanly? Have we been too resolute?

Was all that effort for nothing?
Fate? Is this fate? Is it because she touched fate, so, as that person said, fate is playing a trick on her? Or is fate simply like this, whether or not one touches it, there is no trickery involved, and there is no offense to fate.

Ruger noticed that Leiden seemed to want to speak up, to try to do something, but was also somewhat hesitant.

Luger fell into deep thought.

Were all those efforts and sacrifices in vain?

He wasn't just pondering the girl sitting diagonally opposite him, dreaming about the future; he was also thinking about the matter itself, about so-called fate, and about himself.

The hair on the back of his neck suddenly stood on end.

He considered another possibility: was this really her first attempt to escape her past fate?
Is this really her first time being given a new lease on life?

Ruger rubbed the plush doll in his hands, gradually calming the sudden surge of emotion within him.

Perhaps things aren't as bad as they seem.

Even the magnificent and unpredictable power of fate cannot make a person repeat the same life again and again, and even the slightest difference in life can have a long-term impact.

Perhaps she really is the one who is suited to walk this path. The resolute abandonment of everything in the past naturally includes her understanding and insights into the path of destiny, as well as the results of her lifelong efforts in exploration. But it doesn't seem to be very good, and it can't satisfy her. Now, even if she goes against her original intention of rebirth, and really touches and explores that field again, she can be like a blank sheet of paper, to re-experience, re-think, and re-acquire from a new perspective.

So is it all a waste of time? Not necessarily.

Ruger scratched his chin, looked at the petite girl who was still talking animatedly, and then at Leiden beside him.

He looked at Leiden and slowly, almost imperceptibly, shook his head.

Leiden, who had been hesitant, seemed to deflate in an instant and poured a fresh cup of tea for the girl who was dreaming about the future.

Ruger immediately considered speaking up to remind him, or in other words, to correct him.

But he also felt that he was not qualified, not qualified to interfere with the girl's path, nor qualified to fight against fate.

At the same time, after some thought, he considered more and deeper possibilities.

Therefore, neither he nor Leiden needed to remind the other.

If fate truly exists, then let this be a part of fate!
Ruger drank the scalding hot fruit tea from his cup.

His hands never stopped casting spells, and even when he was thinking about problems, he kept fiddling with the plush doll. After trading for that notebook, he naturally paid more attention to raising the Blood Curse Doll.

And this little thing is indeed very suitable for holding and playing with.

It's just unknown whether, when it is truly awakened and comes to life, it will still be able to accept the fate of being played with.

Ruger touched the hair on the back of his hand again, where a stray hair, number one, was hidden. This guy was more rebellious.

The nights in the nightmare world are not truly dark.

Ruger spent the entire night studying magic. He had already skimmed through Kafi's Impatience spell and was now slowing down to study it more carefully. After that, he could quickly master it using artifact magic once he returned to the underground world. As for the notes on the Blood Curse Doll, that would probably be a long time before he could use them. Ruger slowly opened his eyes and completed a round of meditation.

Unfamiliar footsteps are approaching.

He looked up and saw two wrinkled, weak figures.

The two injured individuals have stabilized completely and are able to move around independently, which means they can leave.

The two men didn't say much, but bowed to Leiden and Ruger by the campfire. Although Ruger didn't know what they looked like before, he was sure that even their closest relatives would have difficulty recognizing them now. However, as long as they were alive, there would always be a way to restore them when they returned to the cave.

After bowing, the two men barely managed to stand up and looked curiously at the petite girl beside them. They probably hadn't expected that a new wizard apprentice would arrive at the camp in such a short time.

Of course, what happened next was even more unexpected; they were already too frightened to bear it, Ruger thought.

clap clap!

The wizard in black robes clapped his hands on the treehouse.

“Those who want to use the stripping array, come up here. I have other things to attend to,” the short-haired man said.

Ruger and the others immediately headed towards the treehouse.

He was quite curious about this thing. The stripping array was meant to take people away from the nightmare world, but he had never seen what it looked like when he arrived. When he arrived, Aunt Jenny just casually made a crack and threw him over.

“I don’t know if there’s any way to contact him…” Ruger said.

He had actually been very curious about this.

Leiden paused for a moment.

“One of the pillar organizations of the High Council, the Messenger,” Raden said softly, “but at least they must be formal wizards. Apprentices cannot get help from messengers because they do more than just deliver messages. So, for an apprentice who leaves the academy, one meeting might be the last with their friend. The underground world is vast, and wizards love to travel. Once they leave the academy, it is difficult to contact them. There are also various dangerous places. Only that kind of organization can find them, and only that kind of organization can make wizards feel at ease. You know, the High Council does not have the right to allow messengers to reveal the information of the client.”

Ruger tilted his head, recalling a scene he had witnessed before: a person standing in mid-air, raising a finger beside him, revealing a nested circular pattern.

It seems that these top wizarding factions all like, or have some kind of rule, that makes them so keen to reveal their identities.

The short-haired man in the black robe remained silent, flipping through a book to the side.

After a while, the two injured men were able to enter the treehouse.

Snapped!
The man closed the heavy book in his hands.

“Go stand over there,” he said casually. “The two of them will take responsibility for the magic stones consumed this time.”

Ruger walked over and nodded his thanks to the two men, one of whom waved his hand.

Before they could make any further moves, the black-robed wizard tapped the table lightly, as if to remind everyone or to activate a magic circle.

The petite girl and Raiden both remained calm, and as the magical fluctuations appeared, their figures began to blur.

Ruger responded to Leiden with a smile, while focusing more of his attention on the little girl. After all, her body was sculpted with the power of the Nightmare World, and even with some prior preparation, she probably couldn't completely escape the influence of the Nightmare World.

Just as he was lost in thought, his vision blurred.

"Oh, so it's nighttime."

He muttered to himself, looking at the gradually clearing, silent, deserted street before him, and then looked up at the blood-red sun of the night, which he hadn't seen in a long time.

At the same time, a faint silver light flashed in the alleyway beside them.

(End of this chapter)