Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 297 Trading and Experimentation

The blood-red sun is no longer as generous as it was at noon.

"A good harvest?" Ruger glanced at old Lenser and said softly.

Old Lunser chuckled, his enormous dog mouth stretching almost to the back of his head.

Looking at the old dog's expression, Luger saw that the big dog head seemed to be grinning foolishly while also pondering something.

"Uncle, is something troubling you?" Ruger asked, emerging from behind the counter.

Old Renser's smile remained unchanged.

“Emmanuel Caputo, the one you asked me to find out about,” Old Lenser said, looking at him. “This gentleman has already advanced to the second circle of wizards at an astonishing speed. These past few days, it is said that he has resolved the so-called trouble, defeated and killed a wizard who has been stuck at the second circle level for a long time…”

Ruger raised an eyebrow.

This shows that his cheap teacher was truly someone who had accumulated a lot of experience and was now unleashing his full potential, possessing the strength to compete with wizards of the same level, and even being one of the best among them.

The wizarding world is indeed full of wonders and anything can happen.

Ruger was very curious about the teacher's method of rapid advancement, but Old Lenser and the man who had asked for more money to inquire about the information last time seemed only slightly surprised, rather than the kind of urgent, heart-wrenching feeling that Ruger had imagined. This shows that such situations may be very special, but they are not extremely rare.

In the wizarding world, there's no such thing as a free lunch.

For every gain, there is a loss.

Either you pay a heavy price afterward, or you've already worked hard in silence beforehand.

Ruger stroked his chin, leaning more towards the latter, though he didn't know which method was used. Although they were both level five wizard apprentices when they first met, the guy was actually quite old despite his youthful appearance. Moreover, the fact that he had the confidence to waste so much time waiting for the well at Rabbit Tuzel's house meant he must have something to rely on. Among the people in that rift space at the time, this demon wizard's disciple was probably the oldest. Furthermore, after getting to know him, Ruger didn't think the other party was a reckless fellow.

“Hehehe, my nephew,” old Lunser said in a deep voice, “I know you must still have some Sleep Mushrooms. Give me another one, a smaller one is fine. I’m not planning to make potions right now, but to cultivate them. If I get just one more, I’ll be very confident…”

Old Renser's words pulled Ruger back from his reverie.

He glanced at old Lenser's big dog head.

"I want to brew my own fighter's potion..."

Ruger looked at him and said.

Old Lunser was taken aback, seemingly not expecting Ruger to ask him to refine the potion himself. He already knew the recipe and only needed to keep it in mind; there was no need to try refining it, especially since the mushrooms had not yet been successfully cultivated.

"You're going to take it yourself?" old Lunsser asked.

Looking at the old dog's head, Luger realized that this was indeed the only reason a normal person would think of.

Ruger nodded: "I'd like to have it on hand for now."

Old Lenser looked as if he had just realized something.

“You sly little thing,” old Lenser said, “you want the most expensive material?”

Clearly, old Lenser's initial focus was on why Ruger would be brewing potions at this time. Only then did he realize that the ingredients for fighter potions were relatively cheap, so there was no need to tell him. Only the more expensive ones would remind Ruger of his uncle and prompt him to mention them at this moment.

Old Lenser grinned widely, about to speak.

A strangely shaped, green mushroom had appeared before his large eyes.

"You little thing." Old Lunser muttered as he took the Sleep Mushroom, then tossed two small bottles over, not caring whether he could catch them or not.

Ruger took the documents and glanced at them. They were two sets of materials that Old Lunser had already prepared.

Old Lenser had already gone upstairs.

He immediately packed his things and followed.

Whether it's the materials or the recipe, the foundation for everything is successfully cultivating the mushrooms; otherwise, all the things they've worked on for a whole day and night will just be a limited edition.

The uncle and nephew abandoned the shop and went upstairs to the small cultivation room. Jaxel had been in charge of managing this place before, but unfortunately, old Lenser didn't have much of an easy time. Luger also went to the Nightmare World, and all the work returned to old Lenser's hands.

Old Lenser turned his head and glanced at him.

"It's good that you're coming along," said Old Doghead.

Luger hadn't even had a chance to speak yet.

As old Lenser walked, he chuckled and continued, "This time, not only did I not spend any money, but I also earned magic stones and gained the friendship of a first-ring wizard. After all, I used to be a first-ring wizard myself, so we got along quite well, hehehe..."

Ruger, following behind him, rolled his eyes at this unsurprising remark.

“By the way, you should name this thing. After all, it all started because of you,” Old Lunser said as he walked away without turning his head. “Don’t mention names like Nightmare Warrior, which already exist.”

Ruger rolled his eyes again behind the old dog's head. He didn't even know the effects of this potion, so how could he name it? He couldn't just name it after its discoverer and call it Ruger Fighter Potion.

"This mushroom is strange and interesting. Warriors who take the potion fall into a deep sleep and have a similar dream. According to the successful ones, they are chased by a giant mushroom in their dreams and have to defeat it with their own willpower. Hehehe," Old Lunser chuckled. "Actually, there are dangers they don't know about. The lord and I observed them. While they were fighting in their dreams, their real bodies lying on the ground gradually became blurred until they defeated the mushroom and returned to normal. The one who dragged it out for a long time and still failed simply disappeared before the lord and I'd..."

Old Lenser glanced back at Ruger as he spoke.

Ruger wasn't afraid; he had faith in Aiskin.

"Are they all fighters who have only taken the basic fighter potion?" Ruger said.

“Yes, they can all successfully manifest the Fighter’s Mark outside of combat and maintain it for three breaths. The first one to succeed will have the Fighter’s Mark appear for the longest time…” Old Lunser said.

Ruger curled his lip, and the last trace of worry he had for Aiskin vanished.

"So what kind of fighting abilities did they acquire, my uncle?"

He wanted to roll his eyes and crush the head of this suspenseful old dog with his eyelids.

“Hehehe, don’t be impatient, my good nephew, that’s the most interesting part,” Old Lunser said, pushing open the door to the cultivation room. “The enhancements they received were not the same. Including those two bottles of inferior potion, a total of five people took them. Excluding the one who failed and disappeared, and the one who failed and died, the remaining three all received different enhancements. The strongest one not only defeated the mushroom, but even savagely devoured it in his dream…”

Old Lenser paced back and forth in the room, finally choosing a long trough. As he spoke, he raised his hand and cut open his palm.

“Hey, you should also get that thing Jenny gave you,” Old Lenser said, splattering blood into the soil of the cultivation tank, then turning to look at him, “that thing called the Nightmare Organ. I haven’t been feeling well lately, so I can’t use all my own…”

Ruger pursed his lips and summoned the wings on his back.

Old Lenser first looked at it in surprise, then glanced at Luger, then pulled one of its wings over, cut it open with his fingernails, and squeezed out some blood-like substance.

Looking at the expectant old Lunther, Luger sensed a strong aura of the Nightmare World when the old dog cut open his own palm, but that aura was distinctly different from the aura of his wings or the Nightmare Organs of Leiden and the others.

(End of this chapter)