Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 314 Birth and Silence

Ten days passed in the blink of an eye.

Luger lay on the stone slab, once again picking up the small black object and playing with it.

Is there something he misunderstood?

Or is this thing intended for some other purpose? Does it require a special method to trigger?

Ruger scratched his head.

He thought of Aunt Jenny again. Perhaps something had delayed her. After all, once someone becomes powerful, their perception of time will change.

As he pondered these random thoughts, he would occasionally pick out a few to comfort himself, and then scratch his head again.

After all, the current situation is indeed somewhat different from what he had imagined.

But for some reason, he let out a long sigh.

He seemed to still harbor a slight fear of the unknown apprenticeship life. When the teacher he had been waiting for did not appear, this panic, which he had not noticed before, was temporarily put aside. The longer he waited, the more likely something unexpected would happen, so he relaxed.

Ruger whistled softly.

But his long beak is a bit leaky; he's been practicing for several days, but it's still not perfect.

Even if he fails to become a student this time, he is not afraid. The vast underground world awaits him. When he heard the apprentice seeker of magic, Green, tell about his journey, he already longed to travel freely in the underground world. However, his low strength and ignorance of the underground world have always made him hesitate.

His confidence, or rather his self-comfort, also stemmed from the fact that he already had several backup sublimation rituals at hand, such as old Lenser's farewell gift. These things had protected his bottom line.

So even if this trip fails, he is confident that he can become a wizard.

When he ascends to the wizarding world, with his dragonborn kobold body, his lifespan will only be longer, giving him more time to try other things.

Boom!dong dong!

There was a knock on the door.

Ruger knew that the only versatile servant in the manor had arrived.

He hadn't seen Nana Erz since that dinner, and he was too lazy to sit at the big table to eat, so he simply asked the girl in the gray dress to deliver the food and fruit to his room on time.

Wow!

A slightly chaotic sound.

The girl in the gray dress who had just pushed open the door fell to the ground, and the neatly arranged fruits in the plate were scattered all over the floor.

"She's dying?"

Ruger approached and looked at the girl, who was breathing heavily with her eyes closed, and said softly.

"Just a little bit more..."

Nana, whom I hadn't seen for ten days, appeared at the door at some point, standing on the other side of the girl.

Ruger pursed his lips and turned to walk back.

Nana Erz understood and took the person off the ground, returning the peace to the room's owner, even if only a temporary one.

Luger waved his hand, picked up a black fruit, and took a big bite.

The juice stimulated my mouth and went down my throat with a sweet taste.

The initial goal was to leave the increasingly bizarre City of Burning Blood, so that, at least for now, I could meditate peacefully here for a while.

Ruger took a big bite of a pungent but refreshing fruit. He had decided to meditate here until his mental strength could make the test stone light up with ten small holes.

If things haven't turned around by then, leave.

He planned to hone his mental strength to its limit while briefly exploring this strange, large black pit. It would probably take some time, since more than seventy cities had been built around the edge of the pit.

After spending a few years exploring this place, he will travel again, and he will not be alone, as Big Fool and Aiskin will accompany him.

This is one of the benefits of traveling. Ruger waved his hand, picking out a long strip of fruit from the remaining fallen fruit, and storing the rest in his Abyss Bedroom Space to give to Aiskin and the others. Actually, he had the lady in the gray dress deliver the daily meals and fruit to their room, also to give to Aiskin and the others; of course, this indirectly increased the girl's workload.

But all Luger could offer was a sincere yet poorly worded blessing to the hardworking girl; he couldn't change Nana'erz's mind.

I just hope her luck isn't too bad, so she can survive.

In the blink of an eye, another ten days have passed.

Having found no reason to comfort himself, Ruger began to enjoy a peaceful life of meditation.

Nana Erz was still nowhere to be seen.

He was happy with this arrangement, regularly going out to Blackhorn to make a large purchase, leaving the meals to Aiskin and Big Fool. To be honest, the cooking skills of these two dragonborn kobolds were superior to those of the servant lady whose fate was still unknown. Even though she was once a powerful and knowledgeable wizard, the current Aiskin had seen far too few dishes and tasted far too few delicacies.

Suddenly, Luger stopped what he was doing.

He grinned, revealing an exaggerated smile.

This is one of the few things worth celebrating during this period.

Through the golden, wondrous key, he sensed a great deal of trouble. Then, those numerous, noisy troubles gradually converged, like a jumble of voices twisting into a single sound, transforming into a single trouble.

Having worries indicates that one is capable of thinking and possesses intelligence.

He looked at the plush doll in his hands, which he had kneaded for countless days and nights.

This moment also demonstrates that using the Spirit Hair Nourishment Technique and one's own hair to create a puppet is correct and entirely feasible.

He took out his notebook, tore off a page, laid it flat on the ground, then the second page, and the third page.

He had prepared all of this in advance, as the original design was too small.

He pieced together several sheets of paper to form a picture, placed the plush doll in the center, and then, according to the positions and quantities marked on the paper, began to take out the standard set of magic stones and arrange them one by one. Actually, he could recite it from memory, but fearing it wouldn't be accurate enough, he broke down a small picture and drew it on several sheets of paper. When needed, he would piece them together, and everything would become clear.

This thing probably isn't even a mathematical array yet, or at best, it's the most basic kind before you even begin.

As the magic stones began to deplete, Luger knew that his preparations were complete.

The dead egg placed inside the doll also began to make cracking and breaking sounds.

Hatching represents new life, but the Blood Curse Doll uses a dead egg.

Following the tips written in his notes, Ruger began to continuously cast secret spells on various parts of the doll's body during its birth, deepening their connection.

This is the best time; the hair is being awakened, and the doll is born. The entire process is moving towards a single goal.

Perhaps it was a characteristic of the Spirit Hair Nourishing Technique, or perhaps there were simply too many hairs, and their consciousnesses after awakening were too mixed, making it seem very difficult for them to merge into one and become the doll's consciousness. Luger waited quietly to the side. At this time, the doll's birth process had already far exceeded the time recorded in the notes.

The unique dog-hair doll is constantly consuming Luger's magic stones.

This made Luger even more excited. This was not just an auxiliary means of fighting enemies, but also an additional dimension for him to solve the bloodline problem. Solving the bloodline problem from different angles was the right way to bypass the kobold curse, and he had always believed this.

But within this anticipation, there was also a pure, heartfelt joy.

This joy encompassed a sense of accomplishment, a wondrous experience, and witnessing a miracle. This thing might not be novel to the old wizard, but in his eyes, it was nothing short of a miracle, a miracle born from a pile of dead things. He vowed never again to secretly complain about the poor effectiveness of the Spirit Hair Nourishment spell. If it were any stronger, it would be something that wizard apprentices could not even touch.

Just as he was overjoyed, the sound of flapping wings rang out outside the window.

Ruger looked up and saw a thin man in a black wizard's robe calmly examining him, his wings flapping repeatedly to keep him in a state that could barely be called hovering.

The man didn't speak immediately until Ruger frowned and looked at him.

Instead, they stared at each other for a moment, then he took out a black, round object from his person.

"Do you have this...?"

The man fluttered his wings outside the window and asked in a deep voice.

The newcomer was very calm, but Ruger sensed a pure malice. At the same time, he was certain that he did not recognize this stupid-looking fellow.

(End of this chapter)