Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 283 Demons and Wizards

Old Lenser swirled the large hexagonal wine glass in his hand, glancing sideways at the small black thing on the corner of the table.

That black, round object exudes a demonic aura that any wizard apprentice can sense. Formal wizards with stronger spiritual power, and learned scholars who are knowledgeable in this area, can even identify the type of demon it comes from.

"A demon? A curved horn?"

Old Doghead Lunser took a sip of wine, then raised his hand and unleashed an incomplete freezing ray at the glass in his hand.

"It's very well made. Is this some kind of keepsake?"

Old Lenser picked up the ice glass again and said.

Ruger nodded, chewing on a sausage. "Someone who claims to be a student of a demon wizard. I met him in the Nightmare World. He told me to take this thing to him after I left the Nightmare World, and that he wanted to take me as his student..."

Old Lenser's eyes darted around, and he roughly understood what the little dog head meant.

“A demon wizard? A student?” Old Lunser said.

“I don’t know his name,” Ruger swallowed the sausage, “but when I met him, he was still a fifth-level wizard apprentice. He had been preparing for his advancement for many years. To show his sincerity, or perhaps to demonstrate his strength, he said that he would soon become a full wizard, and then a second-circle wizard, or even a third-circle wizard, in a short time…”

Ruger's words made old Lenser pause at the table.

"Is that even possible? My knowledgeable Uncle Lunser..." Ruger asked with a curious look.

Old Lenser brought the cold glass to his lips and savored it slowly.

Ruger noticed that old Lenser's large hexagonal glass contained the kind of liquor that could stabilize emotions and alleviate agitation, and he had already drunk several glasses, indicating that old Lenser was in very poor condition lately.

“Although I don’t know the name, these characteristics should be enough,” Old Lunser drank the last bit of his drink and poured himself another. “The City of Burning Blood has people from all directions, so it won’t lack channels for obtaining information.”

Ruger looked away from his wine glass, a slight smile playing on his lips.

“I can handle things of this level, but you’ll have to pay for the magic stones you spend gathering information yourself,” Old Dog Lunser added.

Ruger's smile remained unchanged as he nodded.

This was exactly what he had expected.

“As for that demon wizard,” old Lenser said, “I’ve heard of some wizards who really enjoy dealing with demons, mostly their horns, their markings, their powerful hearts. There are many wizards who enjoy dealing with demons, but the one who deserves that title speaks volumes about his power. But his situation is somewhat special; no one has seen him for a very long time, perhaps hundreds or even thousands of years. During this time, he hasn’t appeared before anyone, yet he has accumulated many students. It’s said that he wasn’t always one to enjoy teaching…”

Ruger raised an eyebrow upon hearing this.

"Some people speculate that he might be tied up with something or an experiment and needs his students to do some things for him."

Old Lenser swirled the wine in his glass, then took a small sip.

“Of course, the students he chose are also proof of his existence. Some of his wizard friends have said that he is still alive and well, and those who appeared during this period were indeed his students, and some of his students have even advanced to become high-level wizards,” Old Lunser said.

Ruger's brow furrowed slightly again. Old Lenser's words made him realize once more the other's strength.

Of course, this kind of power is different from that of the one who invited him. In the years that the demon wizard did not show himself, a long time has passed. Some people were able to advance to high-level wizards, and naturally, many more so-called demon wizard students were eliminated by the river of time. They had long since exhausted their lifespans and turned into bones. It is unknown how many students the demon wizard still has, and the one who invited him was just one of them, and a relatively young one at that.

It seemed to sense the questioning look in Luger's eyes.

Old Lunser pursed his lips and spoke again: "This is indeed an opportunity for you. I will focus on the other party's character and style of doing things, as well as whether he has any major troubles, to find out information about him. Of course, the information that is easy to find out will only be superficial..."

“Those wizards who like to deal with demons actually have some strange tempers. In the eyes of others, they are similar to the bloodline wizards here, and some of them are even bloodline wizards who have fused multiple demon bloodlines,” Old Lunser said. “Demons are despised by this world. The power of the world will suppress them. Recklessness and madness, cunning and bloodthirstiness, destruction and desire are mostly manifestations of demons, which are indeed disgusting. Once a wizard masters the power of demons, the underground world will not show favoritism, but it will not suppress them like it does with demons.”

Ruger didn't originally have a strong intention.

But old Lenser said it was an opportunity for him, and he was indeed giving it serious consideration.

Old Dog Head's statement that he would focus on investigating the other party's style of doing things shows that he was serious and not just making empty promises.

Watching old Lenser go to pour more wine.

Ruger said, "Uncle, you've been feeling really bad lately?"

Old Lenser gave a soft snort.

"When has it ever been any better?" Old Lunser pursed his lips. "I've been a bit impatient lately and made a few small attempts."

Ruger gave a look of sudden realization.

It seems that his being thrown into the Nightmare World, or rather, Aunt Jenny's premature appearance, provoked Old Lenser, making the old dog-headed man anxious. In fact, Luger had thought about it before, saying it was for training and growth, but Old Lenser was using the contract with Jenny as an excuse to stay here and try to solve the bloodline problem himself. If his nephew, this so-called junior, accidentally died in the Nightmare World, Old Lenser's excuse would naturally disappear, and he would no longer be able to use the contract to deceive the mysterious Aunt Jenny.

So Ruger was always a little afraid of Aunt Jenny, and that fear actually existed from the very first meeting. It was an instinctive fear before he understood these things, like a well-behaved puppy smelling the scent of a ferocious beast, even though the other party's gentle temperament and warm smile were very attractive.

"I will definitely succeed..."

Old Lenser muttered under his breath.

Ruger nodded in agreement.

"Uncle, something's not right in the city lately."

As Ruger spoke, he took out the gift from the dead man that he had picked up the night before—a tattered storage bag.

“When has it ever been right?” Old Lunser said dismissively. “The City of Burning Blood has existed for countless years, and there have always been people making small moves, but as long as the Blood Sun shines, its light will still rise as usual, and the City of Burning Blood will not be in chaos. Even if it is in chaos, it will only be some minor problems. We just need to make sure that we are not affected by those minor problems.”

Ruger nodded; these wizarding apprentices could only do their best to protect themselves.

(End of this chapter)