Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 301 Dreams and Uncle and Nephew

Luger suddenly opened his eyes, adjusted his position, and lay on his back on the small bed, staring intently at the ceiling of the attic.

After a period of random thoughts, he used his second method to relax his mind and brain: to daydream for a while. Normally, this would allow him to fall asleep peacefully. This was his most common way of relaxing: letting his thoughts wander and daydreaming in a high-quality way. But today, it seemed to be somewhat ineffective.

It seems there are always some things lingering in my mind.

He suddenly remembered that the Fighter's Potion had not yet been named. He had originally intended to observe Aiskin's performance before naming it.

As Luger lay in bed, he pondered the effects of the potion that Aiskin had demonstrated. Most of the awakened fighter abilities were related to sleep, so they could be called sleep fighters, though that sounded rather unpleasant. Since they were also related to dreams and were products of the nightmare world, they could also be called dream fighters. Although that wasn't the best, it was still somewhat plausible.

Luger happily decided on the name of the potion while lying in bed.

But something is also not right.

What was on his mind was not this matter.

He recalled Old Lenser's demeanor when he returned to the shop earlier that day, his thoughtful expression as he chuckled.

Old Doghead brought new information about Emmanuel Caputo, the demon wizard's disciple.

Luger pondered.

From old Lenser's perspective, in the eyes of this orthodox, somewhat old-fashioned wizard, he, the little dog-headed man, could have easily chosen to leave. After all, this was a second-circle wizard who had willingly taken him as a student, and not just any ordinary second-circle wizard, but a powerful one connected to demon wizards, as confirmed by rumors, and who also possessed methods for rapid advancement.

Perhaps in the eyes of more orthodox, old-school wizards or wizarding apprentices, a slightly eccentric, or even ill-tempered, teacher is not a problem at all. Apprentices only need to offer their respect. This is what Ruger has experienced from his interactions with these people, such as the one in the strange town in the Nightmare World. As reflected in those collections of poems, it seems that everything can be seen as the price for gaining power and knowledge.

Therefore, after learning that Emmanuel, as a wizard involved in demonic power, had no overt misdeeds, old Lenser naturally believed that Ruger's opportunity had arrived.

Wizards who are involved with demonic power are rarely gentle; it is a field known to influence temperament.

Emmanuel's behavior, while not exactly mild, is normal, demonstrating his control over demonic power and his ability to wield it rather than be influenced by it.

Ruger rested his head on his arm and blinked.

That doesn't seem right yet.

This was not the matter that lingered in his mind.

Is it unease?

Ruger rested his head on his arm and glanced at the dim, blood-red sun outside the window.

It seemed as if he had entered a dream. Sitting under the Dream Tree, he became more sensitive and felt the oppressive atmosphere surrounding this giant city. It seemed chaotic, yet there was order within the chaos; it seemed aimless, yet it was bound by common needs, silently following the established rules. Some people were drinking with friends, some were immersed in laughter, some were troubled by experiments, their brows furrowed in the dead of night, some had given up the struggle and were preparing to spend the last moments of their lives in the City of Burning Blood, while others were busy in the alleys at night, quietly carrying out killings and silent plots.

Luger scratched his head like a silly fool.

He took out a long crystal for testing mental strength, held it in his hand, and the ten small holes on it lit up one by one.

Luger held it up in front of him.

The fifth hole lit up without any surprise, then the sixth, the seventh, and so on until the eighth. He was confident and felt that he would light up the eighth hole soon.

When the tenth round hole lights up, it means that the so-called theoretical limit for a wizard apprentice has been reached.

Without becoming a formal wizard, no matter how much one's mental power increases, one will only be infinitely approaching one's own limit and will never be able to achieve a leap in the level of life.

Ruger examined the long crystal in his hand, turning it over and over, before silently putting it away.

It was found in the kobold cave along with the Black Book, and it may have been a gift from Karyu, or a legacy from the previous Karyu.

He closed his eyes.

Begin one meditation session after another.

Exhausted, he didn't rest before finally falling asleep. He only slept for a short while before the blood-red sunlight streamed through the window and shone on his eyelids.

He walked downstairs feeling refreshed.

"Did you try to concoct potions last night?" Old Lunser said at the dining table.

Ruger smiled, took out the remaining bottle of potion, and walked to the dining table. The breakfast on the table was untouched and looked like it had just been prepared.

“My dear uncle, look at the results of your nephew’s all-night refining.”

Ruger walked around the chair and sat down, handing over the medicine while keeping an eye on the breakfast.

Old Lunser muttered something, took a bite of the meatball, and took the medicine from him.

"Oh, by the way, my uncle, the name of the potion has been decided. It will be called Sleep Warrior, Sleep Warrior Potion..." Ruger said as he began to pick out a very tempting-looking fried meat strip and a large meatball for himself.

Old Lunther paused for a moment, then held the potion up to his eyes to examine it, noticing a faint fluctuation of spiritual energy.

"It's a good name, though not the best, but it fits the product's positioning and is a simple and clear summary."

Old Lenser nodded and handed the potion back.

"Not bad for a first attempt," he said.

Ruger had already stuffed his mouth full, and he took the medicine from the hand holding the cutlery and nodded.

"When are you planning to leave?"

Old Lenser suddenly spoke, while carefully eating the meatballs, it seemed that he had really put a lot of thought into those meatballs.

Luger knew the broth of the meatball was excellent after just one bite.

Do you think I should go?

Ruger joked as he chewed.

Old Lenser glanced at him.

“No one would pass up such an opportunity... Are you going to wait until I fail and die to inherit my shop?” Old Doghead curled his lip. “That’s not a good idea. Besides... I’ve noticed that although you’ve come here, your bloodline problem doesn’t seem to be serious. It’s just that your appearance is a bit exaggerated... You’re not like those fools in the city who are afraid to leave. So, you’re not very dependent on this place.”

Luger chuckled twice.

“My uncle, you will not fail…” Ruger said.

"hope so."

Old Lenser grimaced and shook his head.

“Moreover, your bloodline problem, which isn’t too serious, is actually easier to resolve by being around Lord Emmanuel, provided, of course, that he’s not a bad guy…” Old Lenser tossed the last piece of meatball he was biting into his mouth.

Ruger ate silently, never expecting to receive advice from old Lenser.

"At Aunt Jenny's place..."

Luger was interrupted by the old dog head as soon as he opened his mouth.

"You don't need to worry about that," old Lenser said nonchalantly. "Although it's better for you to be here... You became someone else's student and got involved with that mysterious demon wizard. Jenny might think the contract is null and void, and that you're a junior I don't need to train anymore, but who cares! She might have already forgotten about you. Once she gets busy, she might forget about this place altogether, or she might think you're still in the Nightmare World. Heh heh, and even if you are, she might still break the contract. She's given me so many years, which has already exceeded my expectations..."

“So, don’t worry about it,” old Lenser added.

(End of this chapter)