Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 318 Demon Hunter and Teacher
Ruger thanked her softly as she walked away, but the petite girl simply waved without turning her head.

When only Ruger remained in the room, he paused for a moment, then began to take out several bottles of blood that he had prepared beforehand.

As if the stranger had left, or perhaps sensing Luger's feelings, the Blood Curse Doll poked its head out again and clung to Luger's face.

Luger, on the other hand, was examining the several bottles of blood in his hand.

Blood cursed dolls can be considered magical puppets, creations of wizards. However, from another perspective, they are woolen dolls that have acquired sentience, similar to cute little fairies, but different in that they are more sinister in nature, with cursed power brewing within them. Some things, after successful awakening, may even gain the recognition of the fairy kingdom by chance, but blood cursed dolls are not within the normal scope of acceptance.

For this reason, there are certain requirements regarding feeding.

Ruger thought for a moment and put away the other bottles, ultimately keeping only the bottle of blood from the attacked victim that he had obtained from the City of Burning Blood.

The Blood City resident who was ambushed and killed had obvious signs of modification. His bloodline must be that of some extraordinary creature, and his blood must have reached the level of low-level extraordinary materials. The key point is that he was the one who ambushed and killed him. His blood must have contained some of his resentment. The blood of a person who dies with strong emotions is one of the foods that the Blood Curse Doll likes.

This principle is not something Luger made up; old Lunsser did explain it.

The reason why some ancient contracts are marked with blood is because freshly drawn blood carries a trace of the original owner's soul, which is what makes the contract effective.

The same applies to blood imbued with resentment; intense resentment lingers in the blood along with the soul's essence.

Of course, Luger's bottle had been stored for a long time, and the bottle was just an ordinary medicine bottle brought from Old Lunser's Pharmacy, so the effect of the blood had weakened.

But that's enough for this newborn Blood Curse Doll.

Ruger poked the little guy's forehead with his finger, making it tilt to the side. The innocent little guy seemed unaware of anger and just looked at him curiously.

He smiled as he uncorked the bottle and began to slowly tilt it.

The blood-cursed doll, having been poked, finally reacted, babbling twice before sticking itself to the bottle.

The blood didn't flow everywhere the moment it dripped. The little guy's furry body seemed to breathe, and the blood disappeared as soon as it touched the skin. The little guy trembled as if it were drinking it.

Luger raised his hand from the side, occasionally casting a Spirit Hair Nourishment spell.

The Blood Curse Doll's body trembled more smoothly, like a child who had suddenly been able to walk normally without swaying.

As the hairs unfurled, a bottle of blood that had been stored for a long time was completely consumed.

The little creature moved, using its black claw made of special black hair to flick its black tail made from the end of the black hair, emitting a joyful laugh that was rarely heard except by its master. It began to float and fly around Luger, circling again and again.

Without needing to communicate verbally, Luger could feel its simple and pure joy.

Ruger could sense that the cursed power within it was beginning to brew and was slowly increasing.

A pile of hair had actually been turned into a living creature, and Luger marveled inwardly.

There was actually a minor but significant concern behind his choice of this particular vial of blood.

The other bottles of blood he collected were quite special, mostly from the corpses of infected bloodline individuals. Given the current strange state of Blood City, he didn't mind keeping the blood for now and making plans later.

There's no need to be too anxious about newborn blood cursed dolls.

Ruger calmly felt the connection between himself and the doll. He remembered the reminder in the notebook and similar records of puppets going out of control.

Perhaps it was because there were enough secret marks, perhaps it was because he played with the doll day and night, perhaps it was because the fur came from his own body, or perhaps it was because he was meticulous in every step of constructing the core. He had a connection with the Blood Curse Doll that far exceeded what the notes described. It could be said to be incredibly smooth, or it could be said to be exceptionally strong.

As soon as Luger had a thought, the little creature that had been floating and playing around him in the room immediately pounced on his head and turned into a puddle of fur in the blink of an eye.

He nodded in satisfaction, then reached out and touched the hair on his head, feeling as if he were wearing a wig.

The playful antics came to an end.

Suppressing his excitement, he began to meditate again. He didn't know how long the wait would last, but he desperately wanted to reach the theoretical limits of a wizard apprentice when he participated in the so-called assessment and selection.

While that doesn't represent his true limits, it at least looks more impressive.

Below the level of a formal wizard, everyone else is an apprentice of a supreme wizard.

Time passes day by day.

Luger continued to meditate, and under the pull of the Silent Seal, more than half of the five demonic marks stretched and merged into it.

The five demonic marks were like stretched threads, or perhaps black ink marks, like painting ink. They were being drawn into the Silent Demonic Seal, filling in the missing parts of the seal, in order to achieve true fusion.

However, the fact that more than half of the magic marks were stretched into a black line does not prevent them from being used as temporary spell slots.

While meditating, Ruger would occasionally stand up to perform Spirit Hair Nourishment and store and consume temporary spell slots.

Every seemingly simple, insignificant little thing, done day after day, will become a solid foundation for transformation.

As long as you can endure loneliness, you will surely reap the rewards one day.

After a flurry of activity, Luger lay down on the ridiculously simple stone bed.

The Blood Curse Doll had been hiding in his fur for two days and hadn't come out.

But he was thinking about something else. He knew that the Blood Curse Doll was in a good state, somewhat like it was in a deep sleep digesting its waste.

In his spare time these past few days, he's been thinking about that stupid-looking face.

He suddenly realized that this uninvited guy might be someone special. For example, some of the information he revealed indicated that this person was able to obtain the same token because he must have been favored by a wizard. Even if it was his relative or friend, they must have valued this guy to give him this opportunity, rather than sending a useless person to deliver it.

This person also mentioned Ruger's teacher.

It is unusual for a wizarding apprentice to know about a professional wizard, unless it is something that has become common knowledge throughout the world.

Ruger thought of that evil wizard.

His teacher was a student of a demon wizard, who was said to have disappeared and apparently had many students.

The fact that that seemingly foolish person could use a respectful title for Luger's cheap teacher shows that he knows him well enough.

Could that guy also be a student of some demon wizard's student? Just like Ruger?

If that's really the case, then the black token in that seemingly foolish guy's hand must have been a gift from his teacher.

Could it be that each of these demon wizard students has a recommendation for becoming a demon hunter wizard?

Luger lay on the stone slab, rubbing his chin.

He found things were getting interesting, and these thoughts provided him with a wealth of fresh material to unleash in his relaxed, meditative moments, creating a storm in his mind and giving his brain a perfect massage.

These things are the main reason why he can't help but have all sorts of wild thoughts.

Because it's just so captivating.

For example, he wondered if this was a test from his cheap teacher, perhaps to make him a qualified apprentice demon hunter before becoming his student. Or, if, as he suspected, the foolish-looking man was indeed one of the demon wizard's many students, his subtle mannerisms would reveal that the demon wizard's students didn't seem to be getting along very well.

These so-called demon wizards' students must have a wide age range and a significant difference in strength. Among them, there must be leaders and followers. His cheap teacher should be ranked relatively low among the many students.

(End of this chapter)