Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 284 Waiting and Pleasure

But Ruger still told old Lenser about his findings, including how the murderers would create an aura of the Nightmare World after committing their crimes. As he spoke, he looked back at the opposite corner of the alley, even though he couldn't see anything through the shop wall.

That direction was right in front of their neighbor, the spot where the old statue of Mr. Man usually basked in the blood-red sunlight.

Old Lenser naturally understood what he meant.

"I'll try to talk to that person and add some of the problems I've discovered. If there's a reward, we'll split it 50/50."

Old Lenser leaned forward and whispered, spraying Ruger with the smell of alcohol.

Ruger nodded upon hearing this.

“And,” old Lenser said in a low voice, “clean up these plates.”

Ruger rolled his eyes, and old Lenser had already rushed downstairs.

He originally told the old dog head that he just wanted to remind him to be careful and to hear his opinion.

Ruger thought to himself, "I never expected to receive a reward."

Old Lenser must have been quite confident to say that. The old man probably already guessed the identities of their neighbors, the statue-like old man and the owl-headed lady. And to be able to guess their identities, they must not be some lone wizard, but a wizarding organization. Old Lenser must have some understanding of them in order to think of seeking the reward.

If it is indeed a wizarding organization, it should be a relatively positive and reliable one.

After quickly tidying up, Ruger greeted the small tree twisting at the bottom of the stairs.

He sat down in his familiar seat again and began his long-awaited time tending the shop.

"Ok?"

Luger, who had just been leaning on the counter, sat up straight again.

He looked at the worn-out storage bag in his hand.

The storage pouch that was just casually taken out has had its restrictions lifted and the original owner's secret magic mark erased.

Only old Lunther had touched this tattered little pouch, but more than one of the wizard apprentices he had encountered had said that wizard apprentices could not erase the marks on other people's storage pouches.

Although Luger never asked old Lenser, the mental fluctuations in the man's speech and spellcasting clearly indicated that he was a wizard apprentice.

He leaned over the counter again, tilting his head to look outside.

All that could be seen was the old man's statue bathed in the blood-red sun; old Lunther was no longer there, probably having gone to gather information for him.

The old man turned his head slightly and slowly smiled at Ruger.

Ruger hurriedly returned the greeting, then lay down there and started reading a book, naturally the one about Kafi's impatience, while playing with his plush doll.

He suddenly remembered a little guy who had been silent for a long time.

“My faithful servant, can you speak now?” he said to the back of his hand.

After waiting for a while without any response, he pressed the back of his hand against the plush doll and rubbed it hard.

“Master, I’m here. I’m here. I’m here. I’ll always be here,” the first scraggly man exclaimed. “I’m just accumulating. You know, you know. I’m your most loyal servant. I’m just in a deep sleep, accumulating some power, a little bit of spirituality, to make me look different from those stupid hairs. My spiritual awakening level isn’t very high. Talking with my esteemed master can activate my spirituality, but it will also accelerate its depletion. I’m still too insignificant.”

"Oh fine."

Ruger reluctantly accepted its explanation. But this explanation did not explain the whole problem.

Ruger gently brought the back of his hand close to the plush doll, using gestures rather than words to pose a question.

“My noble and supreme master, I understand your doubts,” said the scruffy creature number one urgently. “Yes, yes, I knew my wise master had seen through everything. For example, stuffing me into that thing would indeed bring it back to life faster, but I think it’s a waste. Yes, a little wasteful. I can feel that it’s almost awakened, soon, maybe just tonight, maybe in a few days. And even if I’m stuffed inside, it won’t be able to talk to you and keep you entertained like I can. That’s still too difficult for it. It’s a waste…”

Ruger rolled his eyes. The so-called waste must mean that it loses itself, but it has been emphasizing waste without mentioning this point, as if saying it would make it seem like it is afraid of death.

"Then what use are you?"

Ruger decided to scare it again.

"Of course it's useful. I am your most loyal servant. When we achieve spiritual awakening, there are all sorts of possibilities. Of course, they are all just ordinary idiots. Only I am special. Even among the idiots who achieved spiritual awakening together in the Nightmare World, only I am the most special. If you give me some more time, if you give me some more time to accumulate more power, maybe I will gain some special abilities..." Miscellaneous Hair Number One said excitedly.

In other words, it has no effect yet.

Ruger glanced at it sideways, ran his fingers over its body, and cast the Spirit Hair Nourishment spell at the same time.

"Like this?" he said.

"Yes, yes, my esteemed master, that wise being, that's it. This comfortable feeling allows me to accumulate power faster."

"Miscellaneous Hair Number One" praised enthusiastically.

Ruger pursed his lips and decided to let the unusual hair remain.

At least, you'll have one more person around you who will praise you wholeheartedly.

This peculiar little thing might come in handy someday.

Ruger leaned on the counter again and quietly began reading the spellbook.

He sensed the changes in the golden key. The old statue seemed to have many worries, and the chaotic emotions arising from those worries were drifting toward the golden key rooted in Luger's body. Those worries were several times more numerous than those of the old Lunther who was in poor condition at the dining table.

An old man who was about to turn to stone was actually quite lively in mind.

It's unclear whether the statue has always been like this, or if it only became like this after the old man and the old dog head finished talking.

Since it's a wizarding organization, we only need to observe their reaction to determine the severity of the Blood City's problems. If the old man continues to bask in the blood-red sun, then there shouldn't be any issues, Ruger thought.

He pulled his attention back and focused once again on understanding the spell.

He had been studying Kafi's "Impatient Technique" for several days, and he felt that once he finished managing the shop and used the Divine Object Technique once, he should be able to master the spell.

Ruger flipped through the pages of the book in his hands, enjoying the simple and pleasant time he spent minding the shop.

Before he knew it, he had become a level five wizard apprentice, which he found quite peculiar.

I wonder if I'll ever have this kind of pleasant and relaxing time again.

The comfort brought by the blood-red sun adds a touch of color to this pleasant experience.

Ruger looked at the scales on his elbow. Thanks to the changes brought about by living in the City of Blood, he was now a level 5 wizard apprentice. Perhaps he should find an opportunity to bring out Big Fool Heng and Aiskin as well, so that the two dragonborn kobolds could also bask in the blood sun.

It wasn't until evening, just before closing time, that Old Lunser finally returned. Not feeling well, he dared not wander the streets in the dim light of the blood-red sun.

(End of this chapter)