Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 316 Sincerity and Eccentricity

The two looked at each other through the window, one tall and one short, one passive and one active.

If it were a couple deeply in love, it would be a beautiful picture. Unfortunately, there are no handsome men and beautiful women here, nor genuine feelings. There is only a strange man with ugly wings, a thin and gloomy face, and a strange person with a dog-like head standing on the other side of the window, rolling his eyes.

If malice can be considered a kind of emotion, then it would definitely be the most sincere.

Ruger knew he was wavering.

The so-called wavering was actually just a little thought on his part. He wanted to be backed by a large wizarding power, but he didn't want to be bound by rules and regulations. This led to some hesitation when he made wild guesses about the witch hunter wizards.

As for rules, the apprentice Seeker of Law, Grimm, once mentioned in a casual conversation that the Temple of Knowledge has more than seven thousand rules. Over the years, whenever someone makes a mistake or does something unexpected, a new rule may be added. At the same time, the development of the wizarding world also prompts the birth of new rules. If a Seeker of Law has a flash of inspiration and is fortunate enough to do something earth-shattering, more than a dozen new rules may be added at once. Therefore, some ancient rules may seem absurd and even difficult to understand.

Green didn't memorize all seven thousand-plus rules, but the few he casually mentioned during the break were enough to make Ruger's mouth drop in astonishment.

The humorous Lord Grim explained three rules from three perspectives. One of them was the kind that was hard to understand, asking Ruge to guess the origin of the rule. Ruge eventually failed, but it left a deep impression on him. The rule, in short, was that when a seeker of the Holy Temple encounters a situation with differing opinions, especially if the other party is the Dragon Management Council, no matter how valuable the obtained items are, they must remain rational and unconditionally listen to the Council's opinion. You should know that seekers of the Holy Temple might even secretly oppose the Holy Arbiter Wizard or communicate with a dark wizard in order to collect certain items, which shows their madness.

Most rules probably come about because of the persistence of these people. The answer to that rule is also very simple. In fact, Luger had already thought of it, but at the time he felt it was unlikely. That is, there is a strange dragon that is actually born in the shape of a book. It feeds on the knowledge in the book and can disguise itself.

When Ruger first heard about it, he could already imagine the joy of the bewitched seeker, who thought he had found a treasure and returned to the temple. Perhaps the knowledge it was pretending to possess didn't involve a very high level. In any case, without the intervention of a high-ranking wizard, its strange ability allowed it to slip through the routine checks and successfully enter the temple's embrace. Then a disaster was born, followed by an earth-shattering restoration of the books.

The second rule is the distressing one. Once you join the Temple of Knowledge, you cannot leave at will. It seems that for some unknown purpose, seekers of the law at different levels have different restrictions. Even if you meet the conditions for personal reasons, some inexplicable rule will always appear, hindering your departure.

As for the third one, that's the real thriller. As a seeker, your mindset will change over time. That's why there's this rule that must be followed no matter how things change: you must have enough awe for extraordinary knowledge.

Ruger didn't quite understand at first, until Green uttered a few words: the world of knowledge.

Of course, this is not the whole explanation of reverence; Green is just giving a simple example.

However, even now, Luger still cannot imagine that a dragon could grow into a book.

It would be quite fun to hold and play with it.

The gaunt man, who had been unable to get a satisfactory answer for a long time, seemed to be getting a little annoyed.

But Ruger just found it boring.

He had deduced that after learning how he obtained the item, this guy had given up on directly attacking him.

Ruger was already considering whether to snatch it from the other party, but then thought better of it.

The reason he didn't make a move was simply because the temptation wasn't strong enough. In other words, he didn't know enough about the materials of the ornament, the demon hunter wizard, or the foolish-looking man in front of him. The best option was to observe quietly.

We could try to find an opportunity to ask Nana Erz about it; she should at least know something about the Witcher Wizard.

“I’m sorry, but since my spirit has guided me here, I still want to try it myself.”

Ruger's explanation clearly failed to impress the other party. After all, so-called spiritual guidance is a common excuse used among wizards, and it's the kind that works in every way. As long as you bring it up, you don't have to bother to find a reason, and you don't have to worry about the other party refuting it.

The gaunt man, who had been calm just a moment ago, suddenly flapped his wings, rising half an inch in height. His eyes were fixed on Luger's face, as if he was about to leave, admiring Luger's handsome, angular dog face before he went.

Luger just found it funny.

If it weren't for the fact that he didn't want to act rashly without understanding the situation, he would have already beaten up this hateful, insensitive guy.

This guy should be thankful that he didn't mess up the creation of the Blood Curse Doll, otherwise he would have been lying on the ground, even more obedient than the motionless Blood Curse Doll.

Ruger's fearless demeanor served as a final farewell. "If you do go," the gaunt man said, slowly rising into the air, "then we might have another chance to meet..."

"That's great."

Ruger smiled and responded to him warmly.

He was certain that this enthusiasm was absolutely genuine.

When that stupid face finally disappeared from sight, Ruger felt a tightness in his leg, as if something small was climbing up.

"Hehe! Ee! Ee?"

The thing climbing up his calves could even emit a strange, ethereal cry that reached deep into his heart.

Ruger lowered his head, a somewhat affectionate smile appearing on his dog-like face.

A dog-shaped plush toy is hugging his leg and crawling slowly, seemingly playing.

Seeing him looking over, it let out two more chirps, then lightly leaped down as if weightless, floating to his side and tilting its head to look at him.

"You really succeeded?"

Nana Erz, whom we haven't seen for a long time, suddenly appears.

She pushed open the door and entered, carrying a half-eaten plate of fruit.

Ruger stopped his hand from taking out the blood. He had prepared several bottles of blood that met the feeding standards for this little guy.

The floating Blood Curse Doll swung in the air and sat on Luger's shoulder, holding onto Luger's neck. It tilted its head and looked at the newcomer. Nana Erz's sudden speech and the gesture of handing fruit to Luger seemed to frighten it. The doll pounced on the fur near Luger's neck and disappeared in an instant.

Ruger and Nana Erz were both stunned.

He slowly reached out and gently touched the area where his neck and shoulders seemed to have thicker hair than usual.

As Luger stroked it, the dog-hair doll reappeared, but only its head showed before it shrank back inside.

"Very interesting, this material is a really good choice..."

Nana Erz adopted a rare serious expression.

Ruger then took out the black ornament, waved it in his hand, and attracted Nana'erz's attention.

“There was a guy with a really stupid look on his face just now…” Ruger said.

“I saw it,” Nanarz said. “Do you want to go?”

Upon hearing this, Luger curled his lip.

“Demon Hunters, while belonging to the Holy Tribunal, are different from Holy Tribunal Wizards. They are only responsible for matters related to demons, and the demons’ covetousness of the underground world has never ceased,” Nana Erz said, taking back the plate and eating the fruit herself when Luger didn’t take it. “Although they are not theoretically subordinate to Holy Tribunal Wizards, if they happen to be dealing with the same matter at the same time, Demon Hunters need to cooperate with the Holy Tribunal Wizards’ decisions. There is also a saying that many Demon Hunters are wizards who are involved with demonic power, and some of them are eccentric individuals who join the Holy Tribunal to handle demonic matters while also keeping an eye on them.”

Ruger nodded, listening with great interest, but what he really wanted to ask was whether this job could be resigned from so easily.

(End of this chapter)