Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 305 Ingredients and Dishes

The light rain pattered against the windows of the old Lunser Pharmacy. Some windows were so old that they seemed to have become one with the building, while others had been repaired after being broken. The sound of the new windows was more prominent when they received the raindrops.

If all of this is a drama stemming from a contract, then this may be the last play between the uncle and nephew.

A contract? Ruger wondered.

A cheap, rudimentary contract, the kind that would fall apart if you changed just two more clauses.

Of course, all of this can also be said to stem from the contract between Old Dog and Jenny.

If everything begins, then what is the end?

What stopped old Rensel?

It was a bloodbath.

Whether it was the contract, Jenny, or old Lenser's years of persistence, meticulous preparation, and breakthroughs in experiments, it all contributed to the success of the project.

Although the old dog was always mocking Mr. Nuondo next door, Ruger believed that the old dog's attempts to break free from constraints were no less crazy and daring than Nuondo's.

All of this was completely disrupted by a factor that was entirely independent of the other level.

All that remained was Aunt Jenny in the small kitchen, humming a lullaby and seemingly in a good mood, along with the slightly strange aroma of the dishes being prepared.

Rugra pulled out a chair and silently sat down opposite old Lunser.

Old Lenser rolled his eyes at his expression.

“Hehe,” Jenny laughed without turning her head, “Little Luger’s habit of rolling his eyes is all because of you…”

The old dog sitting at the table rolled his eyes again upon hearing this.

Ruger watched as he raised an eyebrow.

Old Lenser naturally understood what he meant and casually curled the corner of his mouth.

"And pouting, those are all bad..."

Jenny, busy as she was, smiled and said.

Ruger watched as the old dog-headed man appeared completely indifferent to the turning point in his fate, the opportunity he had seized, and the decades of hard work he had put in.

“Uncle, you…” Ruger began.

“Sometimes doing things the right way is enough,” Old Lunther said, changing the subject. “Although you didn’t inherit my good looks, you have indeed grown up and recently became a fifth-level wizard apprentice. You are now fully capable of standing on your own.”

Ruger rolled his eyes.

He knew that Old Doghead was saying this intentionally.

Of course, what he said was true.

Jenny hummed softly as she finally placed the first dish on the table, gently set it down, smiled at the uncle and nephew, and then turned back to busy herself. The other dish also looked to be nearing completion.

This gentle, beautiful lady felt heavier than a mountain to Ruger at that moment.

Ruger looked at old Lenser and listened to Ms. Jenny's pleasant humming.

At this moment, old Lenser was not deliberately feigning calm; he was just as calm as ever.

But Ruger could still see a lot in old Lenser's eyes.

There was a strange sense of melancholy, a feeling of relief, a deep sense of regret, and a hint of a smile.

When she looks at him, her eyes will show subtle changes, a hint of mockery, a touch of helplessness, and even more of a smile.

Luger laughed too.

This old man was still trying to persuade him to leave ten days ago, but he himself left first.

Ruger blinked. The last time he'd seen such a complex look in someone's eyes was in Star City. In Young Master Lorigo's eyes, perhaps he should now be called Lord Lorigo. However, when Lorigo looked at Ruger, besides pain, there was something else in his eyes that Old Lenser had never seen—a look of pleading. This was inevitable; Old Lenser certainly wouldn't ask him for help.

Because he was weak, even in this City of Burning Blood, he was just a tiny, insignificant object. He knew this, and old Lunser knew it too.

Because old Lenser was the same.

The swaying of the chains, the silently moving infected bloodline, the continuous rain of blood, the mysterious wizard involved, the old statue, the unknown presence in the dome—no matter what they are, it doesn't matter; no matter what they are plotting, it doesn't matter.

Because they weren't targeting Old Dog Head.

The insignificant old dog was merely affected by chance, yet he devoted his entire life to it and missed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

It is precisely this point that makes his insignificance all the more apparent.

Ruger suddenly remembered the dragon that old Lenser had told him about, the mischievous dragon that kicked out a young dragon from the Alien Dragon Management Council. Although it wasted a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and could not be called a success, at least it had kicked out that one.

Old Lenser missed his chance; he had already raised his foot, but ultimately failed to kick it out.

They didn't even have the chance to face defeat.

Ruger's mind raced, but in the end he let out a long sigh.

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“This one is the hardest; I thought I couldn’t succeed,” Jenny said with a smile, putting down a dish that was hard to describe. “There’s one last one, which is much simpler. Besides that, there’s also a soup…”

On the old table lay more than one dish that defied description.

Jenny glanced at it, then smiled again and turned back to her work.

Since there's no other way, let's just enjoy the food! Ruger thought to himself.

Old Lenser rolled his eyes again as he watched him stare intently at the food on the table.

Ruger ignored him, curiously looking at the unfamiliar dishes. Not only had he never seen similar cooking methods before, but he had also never seen those strange and unusual ingredients.

Old Doghead laughed again when he saw him like that.

In fact, Luger also knew that while he was deep in thought, the old dog head opposite him was also watching him, looking somewhat surprised.

Unfortunately, this young wizard apprentice was destined not to create miracles.

Seeing him abandon his useless thinking, Old Doghead seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Aunt Jenny, what's that moving?"

Ruger pointed to a dish on the table near him; the strange thing's shell was like a lid and it was still spinning.

“It’s a kind of insect, very weak, but extremely difficult to catch. Low-ranking knights and fighters are best suited to catch them. They are weak and can even sense magical fluctuations…” Jenny said without turning her head, and judging from her expression, she seemed to have remembered something and wanted to add a dish to the menu.

Ruger looked enlightened; there really were a lot of strange ingredients.

The insects, though small, could sense magical fluctuations and were indeed suitable for knights to capture. However, he always felt that these things might be valuable experimental materials for others, since even Jenny said they were extremely difficult to capture.

Aunt Jenny was in a really good mood today, Ruger thought to himself as he watched her busy figure.

"Oh, by the way, little Ruger, are you leaving with your uncle?"

Jenny suddenly spoke up.

“I told you a long time ago that I wanted to take you with me, but he disagreed… However, I think we should still ask for your opinion.”

Jenny spoke casually as she prepared the last dish.

Ruger did not show any major emotional fluctuations. He controlled himself and looked at the old dog sitting opposite him first when he heard this.

No wonder the old man suddenly said something about growing up and being able to stand on his own. It turns out that wasn't a useless sigh from an uncle, but some kind of hint, or rather, that he had guessed Jenny's sudden question before she even got there.

(End of this chapter)