Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 333 Liveliness and Waiting

Aiskin paused for a moment. Her strength was increasing day by day, which was the main reason for changing to the battle axe. The two-handed greatsword that she used to be comfortable with was no longer suitable, so she finally decided to switch to this long-handled battle axe.

"Brother Luger, did I use too much force?" Aiskin looked at the empty window.

Exclamations could still be heard intermittently from downstairs.

"Listen, they're still very lively."

Ruger said with a smile.

Aiskin nodded.

Big Fool's hand was still recovering rapidly. Luger watched in his eyes and realized that the wounds caused by the dagger after it was completely out of control would be difficult to heal, slowing down Big Fool's healing speed. This also explained why the old knight was so weak and why part of the wound on his chest was still in that terrifying outward-facing shape.

"We should go down now."

Ruger said with a smile.

Big Fool and Aiskin went downstairs first, with Aiskin carrying the battle axe at the front.

Ruger took a couple of steps, then noticed a potted plant by the bed and slowed his pace slightly.

An uncommon spell model was quickly enchanted, and with a flick of the finger, an ugly little flower pot sprouted a fake ear in an inconspicuous spot on its back.

Ear implantation.

Although he rarely used it, Ruger never slacked off. Whenever he practiced other spells, he would casually cast it for a while. Of course, no matter how much he practiced, he could never reach the level of Vito.

The three kobolds leisurely arrived downstairs.

A lot of blood had already been spilled on the open ground in front of the small building.

Ruger deliberately walked down so slowly; he wanted to see more.

Several divine beings were surrounding the crazed young master Haya.

The old butler, sweating profusely, was torn between the divinely gifted being he dared not and could not command, and the young master Haya, whom he could neither contend with nor feared would be harmed. Ruger's appearance made the old butler's eyes light up. Although everyone knew that it was probably this furry fellow who had thrown the young master down from upstairs, seeing that he had no injuries whatsoever, no one dared to speak recklessly.

The old butler rushed to Ruger's side.

"Praise be to the great and loving God of Hair! The young master's hair has always been beautiful; it must be due to the benevolent God of Hair's care. Please, messenger, save young master Haya and stop him from going mad..."

The old butler spoke hastily before he had even stood still.

"Blasphemy is a serious crime."

Ruger smiled and spoke slowly.

As he spoke, he looked at the people. Apart from the wounds caused by parrying and dodging, most of the wounds on the bodies of the divinely gifted individuals, like those of the old knight, were concentrated on their chests.

Ruger's casual, fabricated words, intended to observe the old butler, caused him to turn pale instantly.

“But the great spirit god’s heart is as vast as this endless sea,” Ruge said after a moment of observation. “Go and subdue him, but try not to hurt him.”

As soon as he spoke, the old butler immediately put on an expression of deep gratitude. These words not only worked on Aiskin and Big Fool, but also on some of the God-given who had lost patience. After hearing Luger's words, they clearly restrained their strength.

In fact, Haya's movements had slowed down, and he was probably nearing the end of his madness.

It's already quite a feat that a dagger could turn a weak, ordinary person into this state in such a short time. There are no free lunches in this world, and Haya will probably need to recuperate in bed for a while longer.

The appearance of Aiskin and Big Fool also left the other God-given beings bewildered. Their eyes darted around, as if they felt that this unheard-of Spirit Hair God was exceptionally majestic, able to bestow so many blessings and so much power upon a God-given being.

When Aiskin and Big Fool made their move, everyone was shocked again, and their thoughts were instantly written on their faces.

Especially the bald, burly man who had glared angrily at Luger, they were horrified to discover that the two helpers who had inexplicably appeared as messengers of the God of Spirit Hair seemed to be no match for them, these divinely gifted beings.

While observing and teasing the butler, Luger was also waiting for Big Fool Heng's hand to heal.

This allows him and Aiskin to act freely.

"I have something to ask you, and I hope you can tell me the truth."

Watching the commotion, Ruger suddenly spoke to the old butler beside him.

The butler, who had been paying close attention, paused for a moment and hurriedly nodded: "Sir, please give your orders if you need anything." "How did the Lady of the House, Haya's mother, die..." Ruger said softly.

The old butler finally withdrew his concerned gaze and quietly turned to look at Ruger.

"My lord... is this really that important?" the old steward asked tentatively, mustering his courage.

Ruger smiled, knowing full well what people like them were thinking.

“If it’s just about maintaining a certain image, then you could have said it already,” Ruger said.

The old butler slowly took a deep breath.

"At that time, young master Haya was still young. The official story was that... the lady had died of illness and returned to the embrace of the Twin Gods. Most of the nobles in the city knew that the lady was in poor health, so they didn't suspect anything," the old butler said softly. "In fact, the lady's health had already recovered by then. It was all thanks to the Twin Gods. Her... her death was very horrific. Please don't let anyone else hear about it, sir. She used something... to cut open her own chest... The lord examined her and said that her heart was missing."

Ruger glanced at him.

Even years later, when the old butler spoke of this incident, his face still showed fear.

"Besides the Sir... only I and another maid who accompanies the Lady know about this..." The old butler lowered his voice even further.

Ruger smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

On the other side, Haya, who was almost exhausted, had been pinned to the ground by Da Sha Heng, while Aiskin, carrying a battle axe, scanned the nearby God-given.

Ruger couldn't help but laugh even harder as he watched. None of those guys dared to meet Aiskin's eyes, including the tall, muscular bald man. Some had even started praising the Goddess of Spirit Hair, loudly extolling Aiskin and Big Fool for their help.

"Then, Your Excellency..."

The old butler tentatively asked.

Ruger knew exactly what he was going to ask.

“Young Master Haya’s problem is not something that can be easily solved. I will come back once I find a way. After that, other God-given beings will come here. You and Sir Waglen can just do what you normally do,” Ruge said, glancing at Haya, who had already fainted in Big Fool’s hands. “Take Young Master Haya back to his room upstairs and put him on his familiar bed. That will be better for him.”

After finishing speaking, Ruger gave the two kobolds a look and started to leave.

Big Fool Heng raised his hand and handed Haya to the old steward.

The group of divinely inspired beings watched as Ruger left with two exceptionally tall kobolds, some even praising the God of Spirit Hair behind them and bowing to their departing figures.

Ruger raised an eyebrow.

I find these people's actions quite interesting.

He strode forward, not waiting for a servant to lead the way, and went straight to the end of the mansion, leaping out without caring where the door was.

He did not try to remove the dagger from Haya for two reasons.

The first is naturally the assessment. His Witcher assessment is not something as simple as removing a dagger. At least, he doesn't think it's that simple. It would be too easy to complete the assessment by simply forcing Aiskin to cut off his arm. As long as a normal person comes here, they can easily get the news about Sir Waglen's call for divine help and then forcibly remove the dagger using the methods of a wizard apprentice.

Ruger walked unsteadily, shaking his head.

Big Fool and Aiskin followed behind him.

Anyway, that thing is just there, and if you want to remove it by force, you can do so anytime.

Ruger tried to look at the problem from the perspective of the assessment. After all, the Demon Hunter Wizard Assessment was something that happened very suddenly. It was not in Haya's or anyone else's plan related to the dagger, nor was it within their understanding. Ruger always felt that the dagger was waiting for someone, because ordinary God-given individuals simply could not solve this situation.

Without knowing about the Witcher Wizard Examination, a problem that an ordinary God-given individual cannot solve is naturally waiting for a wizard apprentice other than Ruger.

Ruger thought this way because he had already set his sights on the Twin Temples through his almost cheating divine artifact technique.

After crossing the mansion's wall, he walked slowly, lost in thought.

Gradually, they circled around most of the way and just before returning to the main road, they saw the main gate of the mansion. Servants were there to greet them, just as they had done before. It seemed that another divine being had received the news and wanted to try to gain some benefits, while also spreading the fame of the great being.

Ruger squinted and gazed into the distance.

The figure that walked through the gate of the mansion looked extremely ordinary, but it was somewhat familiar. Upon closer inspection, the little thing on the person's shoulder reminded him.

Ruger used his powerful mental strength to try to recall that it was a person who worshipped the god of rats in a small square in the outer city. This person was quietly there at the time and was not particularly conspicuous, so Ruger's impression of him was not very deep.

(End of this chapter)