Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 285 News and Visitors

"Your teacher actually did it..."

This was the first thing Old Renser said when he returned to the shop and his eyes met Luger's.

Ruger blinked and realized that the invited wizard apprentice had indeed become a wizard, and it sounded like he wasn't just an ordinary first-ring wizard.

“I haven’t decided yet,” Ruger said. “After all, Aunt Jenny isn’t coming anytime soon.”

The uncle and nephew chatted as they began preparing for closing the shop.

Old Lenser didn't object to the second half of Ruger's words. His drooping ears seemed not to have heard. Jenny's early arrival indicated her eagerness. Last time, throwing Ruger directly into the Nightmare World showed her style in handling this matter. If Jenny appeared again, it would be better to find a place in advance, as Ruger implied.

"That guy has indeed made a name for himself, so the news is easier to find than I thought," Old Lunser said with a smirk, seemingly having a rather peculiar mindset. "It's hard for someone who has achieved advancement and become a second-circle wizard in such a short period of time not to make a name for himself, especially in the eyes of those ignorant low-level guys. Hmph, as for other news about that guy, we'll have to wait a few more days. I've already figured out how to get it done. Remember to give me the magic stones later, kid."

Ruger also pursed his lips, and the mention of the magic stone reminded him of the tattered storage bag and the reward mentioned at the end of breakfast.

As he worked, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at old Lunser.

As the shop door closed, a staggering figure ran over.

The sky outside was gradually darkening, and the stingy blood sun began to withhold its blessings.

Rugra gripped the doorknob, scrutinizing the person who had entered.

It seemed to be Mr. Nuondo, whom Ruger hadn't seen in a long time. Since Elena left with that blood-robed wizard, Ruger hadn't seen this old wizard apprentice from the apothecary next door.

Ruger didn't rush to open the door, but instead looked at old Lunsel.

The bald old man who had been kicked in the butt by old Lenser seemed to be in a very bad state. He was leaning against the door of the apothecary, his body trembling uncontrollably, and a lot of sweat was dripping from his face.

"You old codger, are you going crazy again?"

Old Lunser put down his work and stood in front of the shop entrance, scrutinizing the little old man.

The bald old wizard apprentice, who was not even as tall as Ruger's shoulder, looked up and slowly shook his head upon hearing this, but then nodded.

Old Lenser rolled his eyes in annoyance.

After a preliminary assessment, seeing that Nuondo was still able to communicate, the uncle and nephew opened the door and welcomed him in.

“Carry him and follow me.”

Old Lunser quickly grabbed some potions and ran upstairs to the pharmacy.

Ruger picked up the strange-looking old man and strode after him. Old Dog Head Lunser took some more things when he passed the second and third floors.

Finally, we went straight to the innermost room on the third floor.

Ruger carried the old man's wizard's robe the whole way. The old man seemed to want to thank him, but turning his head was already very difficult.

Ruger looked at the door, the one that belonged to old Lenser's bedroom, with the most beautiful and sturdy metal door in the entire apothecary.

This was the first time he had ever entered Uncle Lenser's room. "Put him in the middle..."

Old Lunser said in a deep voice.

Ruger looked around the room, which was much more spacious than he had imagined. It was filled with all sorts of things he had never seen before. However, the room was filled with the most essential item in the bedroom, which was a small, stingy bed in a corner of the room.

The moment Nuondo was placed on the floor, numerous chains, manipulated by old Lenser, emerged from the ground and ceiling, like flexible snakes, binding and securing the bizarrely behaving Nuondo.

Ruger noticed that not only the door, but also the floor and walls of the room were made of metal.

As the door closed, a complete magic circle formed its own cycle, completely binding Niu Wondo in the room. The old man seemed to instinctively resist this invisible force, twisting his neck in pain and uttering hoarse cries.

Ruger blinked, and it seemed that in the instant the other person shook their head, they saw long teeth in the other person's mouth that they had never seen before.

After adjusting the magic stones on the wall, Old Lunser stood next to Luger.

The invisible binding force of the magic circle seemed to have a calming effect; Niuwenduo gradually stopped trembling, and his hoarse voice no longer forced itself to work.

“Uncle, are those the fangs of a bloodline infected?” Ruger said softly, “But they don’t seem that long…”

Old Lenser huffed and rolled his eyes at the weak Nuondo in the center of the room. His huge dog eyes didn't waste a single emotion; helplessness, anger, and a hint of sneer were all condensed in the whites of his eyes rolling upwards.

Seeing old Lenser's appearance, Ruger could already guess what was going on.

After all, a long time ago, Mr. Newondo next door was conducting bloodline experiments with Miss Elena, who was a hybrid of a vampire and a vampire infected from Blood Castle.

“Just like you think, a bald old man who gets more and more stupid as he gets older and brings this upon himself,” old Lenser said with a sneer. “His only redeeming quality is that he is bold enough. Of course, that’s only after he has succeeded. He has to succeed at least to a certain extent. Otherwise, it’s just recklessness, ignorance, and stupidity, not boldness.”

Nuondo collapsed weakly to the floor, panting with his mouth open. Under the influence of the magic stone, the entire room was filled with faint light flowing from the floor to the walls and ceiling, weaving into simple patterns.

Nuondo seemed to have overheard the uncle and nephew's comments about him.

He struggled to raise his head.

“Foolish old dog… This is groundbreaking! How many modified beings in the City of Burning Blood are trapped by bloodline collapse? You have to be bold,” Newondo said sharply, his forehead covered in sweat, but he seemed a little unsure of himself. He took a couple of breaths and continued, “I was originally planning to share the results with you. What is feared, what is dared not touch, may be the source of hope. That’s what people rarely do. And, I was lucky enough to meet Elena…”

Ruger watched him quietly.

Old Lenser grinned widely and sneered, but did not interrupt.

“Think about it, where is this place? Is this the City of Burning Blood? No, no, no,” Newondo grinned. “This is the land illuminated by the Blood Sun. Without it, none of this would exist. The Blood Sun’s illumination draws countless low-level wizards and apprentices here. When Elena left, I left her latest blood imbued with the power of her bloodline. It was born under strange circumstances, a weakened form of Bloodline Infected… You should know that becoming a Bloodline Infected allows you to better enjoy the power of the Blood Sun.”

“You’re really insane, insane to the point of being stupid,” old Lunther said with a sneer. “Your bald head should know, and any wizarding apprentice who’s been in this city long enough, that’s something that can’t be touched…”

Nuondo shook his head: "I succeeded."

Old Lenser looked him up and down with his large eyes, sizing him up as he appeared weak and drenched in sweat. He let out another sneer, louder than the previous two.

"I really succeeded. This is only the first stage. After using the power of the Blood Sun to integrate my own bloodline, I will find a way to separate it..." Nuondo explained. "At least theoretically it's possible, but recently... I keep hearing some voices inexplicably. At first, it was just occasional, but then it became more and more frequent..."

(End of this chapter)