Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 287 Strange Dragons and the Past
Old Lenser's words were somewhat unexpected for Ruger.

It was yet another colossal entity at the so-called pillar level, a wizarding force he might never come into contact with in his entire life.

Ruger's eyes darted around, and he thought of the Alien Dragon Management Council. He thought of other aspects that the Alien Dragon Management Council was involved in besides supervision. He wondered if the Alien God Inspection Council was also involved in the trading of divine materials. Moreover, unlike the management of Alien Dragons, he wondered if, in the eyes of the Supreme Council, there were no normal gods, that is, all gods were alien gods.

And those faith wizards who made mistakes, judging by the severity of their errors, will probably suffer the same fate as those dragons who made mistakes.

Ruger placed a small pot of mushroom soup, which was gradually calming down, on one side of the table.

"Something like the Alien Dragon Management Council? I've heard of that before," Ruger said.

Old Lenser glanced at his scaly elbows.

“You really should know about the Dragon Management Council,” Old Lenser said. “For bloodline modifiers like us, there are generally two fates after going astray: either we collapse and die, or we become mindless monsters. Those who try to fuse and modify multiple bloodlines usually end up with the first one. But little ones like you, whose bloodlines are related to dragons, should be careful, because you might end up with a third one…”

"The Alien Dragon Management Council?" Luger asked.

“Yes, the Dragon Management Council’s philosophy is actually similar to the attitude of the underground world’s power towards demons,” Old Lenser said. “As long as it can still be controlled by a wizard, even demonic power doesn’t matter. The world may not like it, but it won’t reject it either. So even if you transform yourself into the most peculiar dragon, no longer resembling a human, they won’t bother you. But… don’t go crazy, like that idiot Nuondo. Once you become a monster that has lost its mind, it will easily attract the attention of the Dragon Management Council…”

Old Lenser shrugged, curled his lip, and turned to hand him the steak.

“Those guys are really tough to deal with. Once they decide you’re a dragon that needs to be kept under control, you’re doomed…” Old Lunser sneered.

Ruger nodded, recalling the first time he met Mr. Nuondo at the pharmacy next door. At that time, Nuondo had lost his mind and become inhuman, but he was saved by the old dog head through his efforts and returned to his bald appearance.

Moreover, Mr. Nuondo's situation must have happened more than once over the years. Judging from how Elena and old Lenser bargained back then, it was already second nature to them.

According to Old Lunser, if it were someone who met the criteria for being monitored by the Alien Dragons, they would probably have already been targeted by the Alien Dragon Management Council, and might have even come knocking on their door to take them away.

Ruger felt that those guys should be judged not only by the so-called harm they caused, but also by their value. If the abnormal person was a very rare wizard or wizard apprentice with great experimental value, Ruger thought that person would probably be captured by the Alien Dragon Management Council very soon.

Thinking of this, Luger couldn't help but curl his dog lips.

Old Lenser, his eyelids drooping, glanced at him and placed the last piece of subterranean beast tail in the center of the dining table.

"The existence of the Alien Dragon Management Council is still very necessary. Dragons once ravaged this world, of course, that was a long time ago, so long that there are few records of it," Old Lunser said, taking a drink and sitting down at the table. "The Alien Dragon Management Council is said to be for alien dragons, but when normal dragons have new offspring, they are also subject to the Council's records after hatching, but they are not supervised like alien dragons."

"The Supreme Council fears that the dragons will once again wreak havoc on the world? So..."

Ruger also handed over his glass, hoping to get some wine for free.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Old Lenser burst into laughter.

“Of course not, you foolish little head. How could wizards be afraid of such things? Wizards would even help these dragons, who have a hard time laying eggs, to reproduce,” Old Lunser sneered at his ignorance. “The ones that will really have a bad influence are the strange dragons. There might be some very strange ones among them.”

"It is said that the Alien Dragon Management Association was founded because of an Alien Dragon that was not yet an adult." Old Lunser swirled his huge hexagonal wine glass and generously poured a glass for Luger as well.

"What did that little guy do?"

As Ruger spoke curiously, he placed a piece of animal tail meat on Old Lenser's plate, completely ignoring Old Lenser's sneer.

"It was a mischievous little dragon. Back then, the term 'dragon' wasn't widely used. Somehow, a wizard took a grudge against it. The lord just thought it was cute and posed no threat, so he ignored it," Old Lunser took a big gulp of wine and sighed deeply. "Who knew that peculiar little dragon had an ability that could only be used once in its life? It could briefly travel through time and space based on a person's shed hair, appearing beside that person. It was willing to sleep for a hundred years and lose its ability forever, so it used a hair it found to travel back to a point in the past and kicked that wizard in the butt. At that point in time, that lord was conducting some kind of experiment, and that kick triggered a series of disastrous changes..."

“From then on, the management of the alien dragons gradually took shape,” Old Lunser took a bite of the beast tail meat. “Hmm, this tastes good. Of course, it’s also possible that the wizards had already set their sights on those stupid and foolish big guys…”

Perhaps, Ruger thought.

Those high-level dragons are probably just a bunch of stupid and foolish big guys in the eyes of wizards.

However, the abilities of those alien dragons are indeed very enticing.

Ruger didn't know the evaluation criteria of the Alien Dragon Management Committee, but he figured that someone like him wouldn't qualify at all, and he wouldn't face any abnormalities, so he wasn't worried at all.

The meal was drawing to a close.

Ruger took out a worn-out storage bag.

"Dear Uncle, did you remove the remaining secret magic marks from it for me?"

Ruger watched with anticipation as old Lunser savored his soup.

Old Dog Head glanced at the tattered pocket.

“Of course, who else would it be but your uncle?” Old Lenser said. “I know what you’re going to ask. It is true that I am now a fifth-level wizard apprentice, and it is also true that I was once a first-level wizard. It’s all because of the conflict of bloodlines.”

Ruger looked at him suspiciously, yet with a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

While minding the shop in the afternoon, Ruger had already let his mind wander, even connecting Aunt Jenny to the idea that old Lenther was a powerful wizard hiding here.

“Remember when you asked me what it’s like to fail an ascension ritual? You probably thought I’d tried before and had experience with failure, since I look quite old,” old Lenser said. “But I don’t have that kind of experience. I only did it once, and I succeeded on my first try. And don’t look at me with those expectant eyes. I’m not some hidden powerhouse. Stop reading those fictional novels. It is indeed one link in the chain, but only one. I didn’t say it before because you didn’t ask me. And I am indeed a wizarding apprentice on the verge of degeneration. If I were to say that I was once a full-fledged wizard, it would feel like I’m bragging, like one of those foolish idiots who only know how to boast about their past glories…”

Ruger thought what he said made a lot of sense, but he still deliberately put on a disappointed look.

Give old Lenser the stimulation he deserves.

Old Lenser seemed to have seen through his little scheme, rolled his eyes, and forked the last piece of meat into his mouth.

(End of this chapter)