Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 315 Beauty and Ugliness

Another cute little magic stone turned into a dull, ugly monster. At this time, as long as Luger held it in his hand and squeezed it hard, he could turn it into a small handful of fine dust. This was still the result of a slow extraction speed. Those magic stones that were quickly exhausted during use for some reason could turn into ashes without anyone even touching them.

Ruger lowered his head and, just before the magic stone ran out, replenished it with a new standard-sized magic stone in order.

Luger was annoyed that he had been disturbed and almost missed the chance to change the magic stone.

The gaunt man outside the window, who was flapping his wings from time to time, saw Luger busy with his head down, and though his calm face showed no sign of dissatisfaction, he was also dissatisfied.

These were things Luger could sense without even looking up; his calm face couldn't hide the surging malice.

I don't know when it started, maybe I reached a certain critical point, or maybe it was a change after my mental strength reached the fifth level of wizard apprenticeship, the solidified magic foul skin brought about a very prominent ability to sense the malice of others. At first, when the foul skin began to change, it was only a vague sensation.

The Blood Curse Doll has smoothly entered the final stage.

Ruger let out a long breath and looked up at the window again.

Actually, he had always been very curious. Since he was on the first floor, he didn't need to flap those damned, hairless wings like an ugly bat. He was already in a low position, lying on the ground looking after the Blood Curse Doll, and now he had to crane his neck to look at that blank face.

Seeing that Luger, with his dog-like face, had finished his work, the man hesitated for a moment before speaking again.

"It seems you don't know its purpose..."

The gaunt man in the black robe looked at Ruger and said in a deep voice.

Ruger's heart stirred upon hearing this; it struck a chord with him. If he had done this earlier, Ruger would have greeted him with a smile, even if he had been told something unpleasant; he could have made amends later.

"you want?"

Ruger looked at him with some curiosity, since this guy clearly already had one in his hand.

This gave Luger even more to think about.

It seems that this rather proactive teacher is not simply giving away a small trinket.

Perhaps this thing was not only useful, but it was something that the teacher originally intended to use, but for some reason, the plan changed, and he was given it to him casually.

"Its aura guided me here. Since you don't know its purpose, there's no need to keep it... I can give you suitable magic stones." The man said, glancing at the pile of fur that was continuously consuming magic stones and the papers pieced together haphazardly on the ground.

“This thing…” Ruger said, pulling out the ornament hanging around his neck, “was a gift from someone, so I’m afraid I’ll disappoint you. I won’t sell it easily, and I certainly won’t do it just to exchange for a few magic stones.”

After Ruger finished speaking, he glanced at the man outside the window.

He had initially thought that the man with the stupid face would be angered, or that his malice would intensify, but the outcome was somewhat unexpected.

The gaunt man in the black robe listened quietly to his words, and instead calmed down. The aggressive aura that had just begun to gain momentum also subsided, as if it had been blown away by the wings that were flapping occasionally.

Ruger pursed his lips; no matter how it changed, it was still sending him useful information.

"Could you tell me that person's name?"

The thin man paused for a moment and said in a deep voice.

Ruger raised an eyebrow and paused for a moment, mimicking the other person's gesture, but he was genuinely considering whether to reveal the name of the person who had inexplicably missed the appointment.

This could be an opportunity, or it could be a crisis.

After all, he didn't know what kind of past this teacher, who had yet to appear, had. Suddenly, a thought struck him: perhaps this was the purpose of his visit, perhaps this was what he was waiting for, what the person wanted to see.

Did that guy regret inviting me after successfully becoming a second-circle wizard? Or was this some kind of test?

Ruger recalled the guy's every move. Although they hadn't interacted much, the guy didn't seem to enjoy doing this kind of thing. In the Crevice Land, when facing Rabbit Tuzel, he was always the boldest and most direct one.

Ruger looked up and glanced at the thin man who was patiently waiting for his answer.

"It was a man named Emmanuel Caputo..."

"Ruger said in a deep voice, while observing the other person's expression."

The thin, black-robed man paused for a moment as he flapped his wings, but quickly resumed normal movement. Unless one was paying close attention, the subtle change would go unnoticed.

"Are you that person's student?" The gaunt man continued before Ruger could answer, "No, it seems not. You don't even know what it does. Even if what you say is true, at least you're not now. Are you here waiting for that person? Then I'm afraid you'll be disappointed... You won't be able to see him anytime soon..."

Luger smiled, his expression unchanged.

But dozens of questions were already swirling in my mind.

That cheap teacher seems to have really run into trouble, but the guy with the stupid face on the other side is still using polite language when he mentions it, so it's clear that the problem isn't as bad as it seems. Moreover, this guy has his own judgment, for example, he mentioned what will happen in the short term, which is obviously based on his own general assessment.

Ruger lowered his head again and began replacing the last batch of magic stones as planned, while taking the opportunity to lower his head and think.

"To be favored by that lord, you must have some ability. I can increase the price."

Seeing that Ruger had quieted down, the thin man seemed to be shocked and took the opportunity to try speaking again.

Ruger stood up and looked at the round black ornament in the other person's hand.

“Tell me about its function, and I might consider it…” Ruger said softly.

The gaunt man smiled slightly, and it seemed that his imposing aura was beginning to reappear.

“This thing itself comes from a powerful high-level demon and is condensed using a special method. It is a special material with value in itself, and I won’t list its uses,” the man said with a smile as he straightened his black robe. “Besides its intrinsic value, it also has symbolic meaning. Holding it is equivalent to having the qualifications to participate in the Demon Hunter Wizard assessment.”

Ruger tried his best to control his expression, at least not letting his big eyes reveal his ignorance.

In other words, this thing is useful in every way, and its value may depend on what kind of witch hunter it is, what its identity is, and what faction it belongs to.

He suddenly thought of another word.

"An apprentice witch hunter?" Ruger asked, looking at the man.

He was thinking of Grimm, the Apprentice Seeker of Law, a title usually given to those trained by wizarding organizations during their apprenticeship period.

"If you fail, you'll only gain a dangerous experience and nothing else. You might as well sell it to me; I've been honest and selfless enough..."

The gaunt man tacitly accepted the title Ruger had mentioned while giving a cryptic, enticing answer.

Ruger suspected that the other party might have just noticed the slight wavering in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)