Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 335 Death Announcement and the Spirit Rat

Ruger smiled, took out a beautiful Sun Coin, tossed it in his hand and flicked it with his finger. The beautiful little thing flipped and drew an arc, landing right on the forehead of the long-eared man. He subconsciously raised his hand to cover it, and caught the Sun Coin in his hand.

"Hey hey hey..."

The long-eared man rubbed the coins in his hand and laughed.

Its comical appearance, coupled with its ear that only grows on one side, makes it quite amusing.

“My lords, you must be the noble ones sent by God! What are your orders? I will certainly do my best.” He said with a smile.

"Aren't you a gifted person from God too?"

Ruger, also smiling, interrupted him.

The man paused for a moment, then stood up somewhat awkwardly. As he stood up, he casually touched his ear, and at the same time, he unconsciously put away the Sun Coin.

"I'm actually a fake..." the man whispered.

No, you really are.

Ruger smiled and said confidently.

The long-eared man paused for a moment, looking at Luger, who was smiling and extremely serious, and then at the two even taller men beside him.

"From which god's embrace do you come?" Ruger whispered. "Don't try to deceive me."

The man was still somewhat dazed, blinking as if he didn't understand what Luger was saying.

"Is it some kind of god who makes people laugh?"

Ruger said casually that he didn't have much respect for any of the gods here.

Ruger's words finally caused a change in the long-eared man's expression.

It seems that the sun coin had an effect, indicating that there was no malicious intent, or perhaps it knew that it could no longer be hidden.

The comical long-eared man sighed.

"It might be a laughable guess, but it's not our God's philosophy. Our God's ideal is for people to accept misfortune and calamity with laughter. We never bring calamities; we are only responsible for helping people accept them better... Not everyone in this world is so strong, nor is everyone so lucky. We simply hope that when they unfortunately encounter misfortune, they can suffer less and be more mentally prepared..."

The man with a long ear spoke earnestly. He seemed older than he first appeared, and the few wrinkles on his face gave him a half-smile, half-sorrowful look.

Ruger blinked.

The content of these words was somewhat unexpected to him.

This seems to be a unique path for a faith-based sorcerer, with a distinctive charm.

"Do you have many companions here?" Ruger asked curiously.

The long-eared man shook his head.

“Normally, there is only one brother in the cult on an island. We are unwelcome in many places, so please forgive me for concealing my identity from you,” the long-eared man said. “Some people even call us the Deathbringers, but we are not that scary. A God-given person of my level is not even a match for an ordinary person. A few days ago, I was beaten up badly for drinking… It feels pretty good.”

The man chuckled again as he spoke, and the solemn feeling vanished instantly.

Ruger looked at him and nodded, as if he believed him.

Although this guy looks weak, Ruger inexplicably feels that he is more reliable than the strong, bald, and other God-given individuals when it comes to getting things done.

"You must have been here for a long time?" Ruger asked softly.

The man nodded hurriedly, his ears twitching back and forth.

"I want to know some things. You're very well-informed, and there are some things that you'll remember vividly once you know them, like people who cut open their own chests and died..."

Ruger spoke softly, looking into his eyes.

The man paused for a moment, then frowned and began to think hard.

“The kind where the heart is lost,” Ruger added.

The man's eyes lit up.

“The most recent one is at Sir Waglen’s house, his beautiful lady…” The long-eared man pondered, recounting what the old butler claimed no one else knew, “That was many years ago, and there are others even earlier. I know of two more… Sir, I can’t guarantee that what I know is everything…”

The long-eared man cautiously glanced at Ruger and the two kobolds beside him.

"What are the identities of those two?" Ruger asked with interest.

The long-eared man thought for a moment and said, "One is a cripple from the outer city. I heard that he lost his leg to a monster when he was young. Later, he worked in a blacksmith's shop. When he got old and couldn't work anymore, he lost another leg and just endured it in a dilapidated house in the outer city. When he couldn't take it anymore, he would go to the Twin Temples to get some food. The other is the old baron from the previous generation..."

Ruger listened silently until he finished speaking.

"Are they all followers of the Twin Gods?" Ruger asked.

The man paused for a moment, then nodded thoughtfully.

Ruger took out another Sun Coin and flicked it towards the man. The long-eared man's eyes lit up immediately, and he hurriedly caught it, thanking him repeatedly.

Luger smiled, turned and left.

Actually, he wanted to ask about the Twin Gods and the Rat God, but that seemed a bit difficult for an ordinary God-giver, since it was a matter between gods.

Luger paused, turning to look at the hamster sitting on a branch beside him.

It seemed that Luger's appearance frightened it, and the little mouse squeaked and darted away.

Ruger shook his head and continued walking, only to find the little mouse not far away, turning its head to look at him, standing there blankly, occasionally scratching its long whiskers on both sides of its mouth with its little paws.

"Brother Luger, should we catch it?"

Aiskin looked eager to try.

Before Luger could speak, the mouse squeaked again and ran away quickly, but still did not completely leave.

Luger smiled and followed.

The mouse ran in the direction that happened to be the way out of the city, which meant it took a shortcut and then got back to the main road to leave the city.

They traveled along, stopping frequently, in search of the little creature, and actually made it out of the city.

We gradually arrived deep in the forest.

"You guys wait for me here."

Luger suddenly spoke up.

After saying that, he walked forward alone.

The mouse has disappeared, but that doesn't matter anymore.

Ruger sensed a distinct fluctuation of mental energy ahead.

Beneath an exceptionally thick tree stood a young figure dressed in a wizard's robe. As Ruger arrived, the fluctuations of his spiritual energy subsided.

"A bloodline wizard?" The man turned around and said, "You deliberately left an ear-planting spell there to see me?"

Ruger paused for a moment.

He did leave an ear implant in that young master Haya's room, but only for eavesdropping. He wasn't even in a hurry to return to the inner city. According to his understanding, he could only connect the implanted ear near that mansion. He expected that Haya would not be able to see the next God-giver until at least tomorrow.

"It is quite rare to see a passionate bloodline wizard here."

The man turned around and smiled at Ruger.

This person just looks young, Ruger thought.

A small mouse hopped onto the man's shoulder and angrily waved its little paw at Luger.

Looking at it, Ruger understood. No matter what state Haya was in, this little thing could go in. Similarly, the discovery of the ear-planting technique was probably also thanks to this little guy.

"Do you also want to follow the path of a religious wizard?"

The person blinked his not-so-large eyes, looked unremarkable, was neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, but had a rather unique temperament.

A feeling.

After thinking for a long time, Luger came up with a word: tolerance.

Perhaps this isn't quite accurate.

It felt like anyone could have a conversation with him, and anyone could tell him anything. He would even help the speaker clarify their thoughts and wouldn't show impatience even when they weren't interested in something. It was a very peculiar feeling.

"If you take over this island, that would be perfect. My path as a wizard is nearing completion, and I can leave now."

Although it was clear that the man was not young, when he spoke those words, just like his unique temperament, he also had a youthful spirit, like an all-encompassing mindset, which also contained his youthful spirit, and he did not lose anything because of maturity.

"Can a follower of the wizarding path freely leave their own territory?"

Ruger said curiously; this time he was genuinely curious.

The man smiled.

“There are many paths to becoming a wizard. I’m not as greedy as they are. I know I’m not that great. I won’t underestimate myself, nor will I have too high expectations,” the man said with a smile. “So I chose those paths instead of human believers… That path is too difficult. Although humans offer a lot of faith power, humans are also complex. At the same time, there are too many wizards around. I don’t have such lofty goals.”

As the man spoke, a soft light flashed above his head.

This scene reminded Ruger of a wizard apprentice who died at his hands in the Nightmare World.

But after the light, instead of a magnificent temple, there was a golden tree. Instantly, the nearby mice all ran over and lay down, looking quite pleased with themselves.

Ruger blinked. Was this being shown to him?

(End of this chapter)