Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 292 Harvest and Mushrooms

The most anticipated time of the day is dinner.

"Hehehe, he."

Old Rensel smiled at the table, his hand swirling the wine glass with a lighter touch.

Ruger rolled his eyes; he had now grown to love the gesture he'd learned from the old dog.

Today was arguably the latest closing day for Old Lenser's Pharmacy in history. It was already late at night when the uncle and nephew finally sat down at the table. Naturally, this was also the longest time Ruger had ever spent minding the shop. He had been playing with the dog-hair doll downstairs, making it seem like a real toy, until the statue of the old gentleman and Old Lenser came down. Only then did he put the doll away and begin preparations for closing.

It's worth mentioning that Mr. Nuondo has been successfully taken away by that statue wizard, but the exact price is unknown.

"Someone came to see you today."

Ruger described the gray-robed man who was complaining about not having enough magic stones.

Old Lenser curled his lip.

"Ignore him. He's just one of many ways to gather information, a cowardly idiot who has no sense of contract and is incompetent."

As he spoke, old Lenser swirled the large wine glass in his hand again, then took a delightful sip.

“As you can see, the price has changed. I got a good haul today,” Old Lunser said. “It’s what you call a reward, but it can’t be shared. I even lost some magic stones to get it. So, I’ll keep looking for information for you. You don’t need to pay for the magic stones before or after. Consider it your rightful reward.”

Ruger ate the sour berries and nodded.

He never had high expectations for the reward; he mostly played the role of an observer.

"What about Mr. Nuondo?" Ruger chewed, asking curiously. "What will happen to him after he's been taken away?"

Old Lenser chuckled again upon hearing this.

“That bald old fellow is quite lucky. That lord agreed to help him solve the problem of bloodline collapse,” Old Lunser said with some pride. “He is more useful than I thought. Although I facilitated this, without his taking in Elena back then, and without his own bold attempt, none of this would have been possible. So he is a lucky fellow, foolish yet lucky. Perhaps this is the fate of a fool.”

"If we're even luckier and successfully become wizards, when we see him again after this is all over, he might not be that old, ugly, bald man anymore," old Lenser said, pursing his lips.

For such a powerful wizarding force, and for that statue wizard who is probably at least a second-circle wizard, resolving the bloodline issue of an apprentice like Nuwondo might not be a difficult task.

Luger looked at old Lenser's pursed lips.

The old friend, who was on the verge of collapse and death, received a relatively safe result. After much preparation, he received a new reward and moved one step closer to his goal. This caused some strange changes in his mind, such as a little unease that affected his mood, and the anxiety of years of preparation as the results were about to be revealed.

"uncle."

Luger suddenly called out simply.

"If you follow the contract and let Aunt Jenny help you resolve your bloodline issue, how long would you stay in that place you hate?" Ruger asked.

Ruger's words startled the pursed-lipped old Lenser.

Old Lenser rolled his eyes. He naturally understood what Ruger meant and knew that Ruger had noticed his subtle emotional change.

“First of all, I don’t hate that place; in fact, I’m more comfortable there,” old Lenser said. “But I still have to take the risk and try to solve my problems on my own… because once I make that choice, it might be forever, forever stuck there, never to leave again…”

Old Lenser laughed again as he spoke.

“You should be glad that you’re not my real blood relative. Jenny probably realized that too. She probably thinks I’m the one who did this, hehehe,” old Lunsser chuckled. “Otherwise, you, my nephew, could have gone there in my place…” Ruger blinked.

He became increasingly curious about the relationship between Jenny and old Lenser.

“But you should be careful,” old Lenser said with a wink, “if I suddenly die, an angry Jenny might kidnap you.”

"This joke is not funny."

As he spoke, Ruger casually poured himself a glass of wine.

"Of course, Jenny is still very rational. Even if I die, she'll only be a little annoyed. She'll be very gentle with you. Maybe after she realizes you're not my nephew, she'll just throw you out," old Lunser sneered. "Nothing will happen, but pray that she doesn't forget you, forget you somewhere, go about her other business, and then remember you a hundred years later and you've starved to death, hahaha..."

Old Rensser seemed to be in a good mood and had taken to joking around.

It seems that he was very satisfied with his gains, and the bad joke was probably just to relieve his mood.

So Luger rolled his eyes and grinned foolishly at him.

Old Lenser then described how foolish Newondo looked when he saw the statue wizard and learned about the Overseer's Overseer, and laughed at him again.

It was the latest dinner ever, and we chatted and laughed until the night grew deep and thick.

Luger, however, had no intention of letting old Lunther off the hook.

"My dear uncle, look what this is!"

Taking advantage of Old Renser's good mood, he took out the Sleep Mushroom he had obtained from the Nightmare World.

But he soon realized he was wrong.

“You little rascal,” Old Lunser snatched the seemingly real mushroom, “I knew you’d find something good in the Nightmare World. I’ve been waiting for you to bring it out. Is this all? Bring a few more; we can try cultivating them. If successful, they can fetch a good price. Don’t underestimate these little things. They may not be high-level materials, but they can be useful in some wizards’ experiments. Because of the Nightmare World’s unique nature, they are basically one-of-a-kind. In other words, if you miss the opportunity, even a high-level wizard might not be able to find them again…”

Ruger mimicked his pursed lips and took out a few more mushrooms.

Old Lenser happily accepted it.

"I want to start with something simple, like trying to use it instead of the Mushroom, and make a Fighter's Potion first..."

Ruger intentionally guided him to express his own thoughts.

“Yes, yes, it’s a Mushroom. It must have been born from a coincidence of a Mushroom’s projection in the Nightmare World. These two will be used for cultivation.” Old Lenser tilted his head back and downed his glass of wine, standing up from the table. “I will extract the essence from these two. It would be too wasteful to use them directly like this. Extracting the essence will consume some magic stones, but it’s worth it. The essence from both portions can be used to try to concoct various potions… I’ll do as you say, starting with the Fighter’s Potion, Mushroom…”

"If successful, it should be a unique fighter potion that has never appeared before. The term Nightmare Fighter has existed for a long time, but it is divided into many types depending on the different Nightmare materials used..." Old Lunser said, holding the Sleep Mushroom in front of his eyes to look at it.

Luger also stood up.

Although it was late at night, neither of them was sleepy. They each cast a spell to boost their spirits and headed straight for the potion shop's brewing room.

This was the first time Luger had ever been to the luxurious refinery belonging to old Lenser.

After learning that old Lenser was once a first-ring wizard, he understood why old Lenser was so confident and could concoct several extraordinary potions that only first-ring wizards could produce better.

(End of this chapter)