Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 320 Trials and Bowing

The rampaging, fluffy bumps hit Ruger's hand, and although they were still trying to convey a sense of longing, they quickly quieted down at Ruger's command.

Meanwhile, Miscellaneous Hair Number One was still wailing incoherently.

Ruger glared angrily at Number One, the scruffy hair hidden among the fur on the back of his hand, but secretly chuckled to himself.

He naturally had a plan for this little thing.

However, just like the pharmacist arrangements he made for himself, not everything goes as planned, so for now it's just a matter of being prepared.

For example, if the Shepherd's Ascension Ritual yields any groundbreaking gains, such as obtaining an extremely excellent method for cultivating spiritual hair, then this spiritual hair with its remarkable awakening effect will come in handy, and may even become a catalyst for leading the rest of the hairs.

This talkative fellow has more uses than just that. A single spirit hair with remarkable spiritual awakening effects has a wide range of applications upon closer inspection. For example, the Blood Curse Doll's current desire for it can also be considered a use.

It can also be used to create certain special magic puppets.

Ruger could understand the Blood Curse Doll's desire for it. The No. 1 Hairy Hair was incredibly tempting to the Blood Curse Doll. It possessed remarkable spirituality, was of the same kind, and even shared the same origin. It was truly delicious, easy to digest, and absolutely no part of it would be wasted.

Ruger was trying to teach the guy a lesson by intimidation, to shut him up.

Suddenly, I felt a tremor in my hand.

Ruger was stunned for a moment before he realized what was happening.

Having enjoyed the tranquility of Blackhorn City for days, the sudden change in the little ornament left him somewhat bewildered.

He scratched his head and jumped up.

He spread out one hand and began to hold the small, round, black object, walking around the room while sensing it with his mind.

Gradually, it points you in a direction.

He simply climbed out the window.

He carried the thing and started walking around the yard.

As he reached the edge of the courtyard, Luger glanced back but didn't see Nana Erz. He then continued walking, leaving the courtyard where he had lived for several dozen days.

He walked through the streets of Blackhorn, following the directions as if no one else was around.

After passing through shops and walking down streets.

He suddenly realized.

He then quickened his pace and headed straight for the outskirts of the city.

The direction this thing was pointing to was the teleportation array outside Blackhorn City that he had used once before.

Upon arriving outside the city, their judgment proved correct.

However, the joy on his face unconsciously diminished when he stood at the edge of the teleportation array.

He glanced at the dark cliff edge in the distance, then turned to look at the teleportation array. This step would probably take him to a deeper place.

To be honest, he didn't know what the so-called assessment was, and could only guess that it was deep within this Black Valley Domain.

Ruger curled his lip, took a deep breath, and stepped into the magic circle with the token in his hand.

I felt the world around me spinning, and waves of dizziness washed over me.

The teleportation array seemed to be operating for an exceptionally long time this time.

In a daze, darkness was replaced by light, and at the same time, the sound of waves crashing against the water shattered the strange demonic aura of the Black Valley Domain.

The long teleportation process has ended.

When he came to his senses, Ruger was already standing in a well-lit place.

In the far distance, the towering mountain peaks, straight as stone pillars, are emitting a soft white light.

Ruger suppressed his surprise.

The stone pillar mountain was very far away from him, which is why it looked like a towering stone pillar. In comparison, it would be unimaginably huge.

assessment?

Luger looked completely bewildered.

He heard a noise from his left and turned his head sharply, only to see a large-tailed mouse climbing on a branch that wasn't very high up.

what is this?
Ruger looked down at his feet.

Beneath my feet was a road, clearly an old road, trampled so badly that no grass grew on it anymore, with narrow wheel tracks on it. Judging from the distance between the two tracks, it was probably a horse-drawn carriage.

Ruger pondered. This carriage was probably not as luxurious as the one that had picked him up from Lorigo in Star City; at least it wasn't spacious or imposing enough. He looked around.

There was no one around, only a sparse woodland, with patches of wild grass growing in the woods, not very dense.

Ruger scratched his head.

The little mouse in the tree was still watching him, its tiny paws cradling something indistinct and gnawing on it.

Luger bared his teeth and glared menacingly at the mouse, who immediately turned and fled in fright.

Luger smiled helplessly, randomly chose a direction, and walked forward.

Is this really an assessment?
Is this part of the assessment? Then at least you should tell me the test questions, right?
Luger stretched and walked along, lost in thought, while constantly turning his head to look around.

Soon a small town came into view.

The small town on the edge of the forest is built with stone walls.

It seems there are wild beasts or bandits to be wary of here.

Is this the exam question?
Ruger looked at the small town, which was not large in scale but had dilapidated walls of an unusually high standard.

That's all he could think.

Thinking this way gives me some motivation and makes things more interesting.

Ruger lifted his foot, then pulled it back.

After a moment's thought, he took out a face covering that he hadn't worn in a long time.

Many places are not as random as the City of Burning Blood, and he felt that the small town in front of him was likely the kind with more ordinary people.

As he put on the veil, he was already making his plans.

First, he wanted to figure out where he was.

This definitely doesn't look like part of the Black Valley Domain.

The excessively long operating time of the teleportation array is also evidence of this.

He adjusted his hood and slowly walked into the city.

He seemed to be walking on a small path leading somewhere, while the main road leading to the city gate was far more bustling and wide than he had imagined.

He then froze.

When his figure finally came into full view of everyone in the sunlight.

Everyone on the main road and at the simple city gate stopped what they were doing and knelt down like an undulating wave.

Ruger looked at them, whether they were dressed in pale, tattered robes or fallen men in exquisite clothes on carriages, they were all kneeling before him.

Without hesitation, with heartfelt submission, and in perfect unison, they knelt in worship.

Moreover, their kneeling was not a simple matter of special etiquette and greeting, but rather a strange fanaticism in their expressions.

Ruger raised an eyebrow; there were indeed a large number of ordinary people here.

Moreover, they had seen wizards.

Everyone present seemed to be able to recognize the wizard's robes at a glance.

Ruger rubbed his chin, not in a hurry to leave. His gaze swept across the crowd, and he finally walked to the side of a kneeling worshipper.

Seeing Luger stop in front of him, the man slowly raised his head, a mixture of delight and disbelief on his face, and smiled.

Ruger returned the smile, though his face was covered, you could still tell he was smiling from his eyes.

Ruger remembered that this man was the bodyguard of the one who had fallen from the carriage while dressed in fine clothes.

A fist, which had been restrained for a long time, loomed large in front of the man.

Ruger knocked him unconscious with one punch and took him away.

He strode into a wooded area and immediately began changing into the other man's clothes.

"My eyesight is indeed quite good."

Ruger muttered to himself as he admired the clothes that fit him perfectly.

(End of this chapter)