Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 338 Dagger and Demon

The dagger has a blood-red gem on each side of the hilt, sparkling as if it were filled with blood. Holding it and gently waving it in front of your eyes gives you a mesmerizing feeling. The ends of the guards on both sides, which are intertwined with gold and silver, are curled backward, which is both beautiful and provides good protection for the hands. The dagger is double-edged on both sides, no longer as dazzling as the above, and the sharp blade and straight dagger body are pale gray with a hint of white.

Ruger held the dagger steadily with a few fingers, turning it around in front of him to examine it, like a businessman appraising and pricing the next transaction.

The man playing with the mouse nearby was also drawn to him, seemingly curious as to why Ruger was staring at the dagger so intently.

The moment he got the dagger, he instinctively did two perfectly normal actions.

First, hold it.

Secondly, it can be incorporated into the bedroom space.

But now, he simply holds it in front of his eyes with a few fingers and examines it closely.

As he was about to make his first move, the mysterious spirituality that wizards cherished inexplicably made him feel a slight unease, as if his heart were being held in the mouth of an underground beast.

But when he subconsciously tried to put it into his bedroom, an even stronger feeling washed over him.

He immediately stopped what he was doing and began to examine it with great interest.

He recalled a scene he saw while using the Divine Object Technique.

This thing originally seemed to have come from the body of some demon, as if it had been broken off from the demon's body, and then processed by the wizard's apprentice, and perhaps also involved some rituals that the believer was good at, and thus it became what it is today.

Are the wizard apprentices behind the twin gods not the true owners of this dagger? Then, do they know that they are not the owners of this dagger?

Ruger rubbed the downy hair on his chin.

Although the half-human had said that the rift between the bedroom space and the abyss wouldn't be detected by the demon unless it was deliberately exposed, such as by stepping out of the rift in front of it, it was hard to say what would happen if a part of the demon's body appeared in that space, not far from the rift. Moreover, that demon didn't seem to be an ordinary low-level demon that could only squeak and yell; therefore, the actions just now were indeed somewhat dangerous.

The half-human once said that this space cannot withstand the arrival of powerful demons. If a powerful demon were to force its way in, it might cause the space to collapse.

However, demons that are powerful enough are intelligent, and some special demons can even be described as knowledgeable. They may not force their way in to destroy this strange rift after discovering it, but instead lie in wait outside the rift or use the rift to carry out some more complicated means and schemes.

An ominous dagger that brings bad luck.

"Could it... be a rare object?" the man beside him suddenly asked.

Luger smiled.

"Do you want to?"

Ruger glanced at him, then continued to examine the dagger.

The man shook his head and reached out to stop the mouse that was running around on his shoulder.

“I’m just curious. I know what I want,” the man shrugged, whether to express helplessness or to tease the mouse, “I once sat under a tree for dozens of days without eating or drinking, like a druid, and thought about it seriously. Perhaps my only advantage is knowing what I want.”

Ruger nodded, genuinely admiring this kind of person.

The idea of ​​knowing what you want is something most people know, yet sometimes they seem to forget it because they want too much. This so-called "wanting" isn't simply about wanting to obtain a particular thing. Rather, as a wizard, one must first conduct a self-analysis, recognize one's true self, and use a wizard's reason and wisdom to examine what one truly wants and needs.

Of course, whether this guy can truly stay true to himself is not something Luger cares about.

Just as Luger had thought before, regardless of who is right or wrong, whose behavior clashes with this assessment, then we can only expose it, offer up its guilt, and use it as the assessment result.

Ruger felt that if he held the dagger, he might see something interesting.

For example, the demon behind the dagger. A casual surge of spiritual energy made him even more alert.

He let out a long breath, then turned and sheathed the dagger, putting it into the storage pocket at his waist.

Sometimes having more things is beneficial, as each item has its own use.

Offering this dagger might make passing the test much easier.

"Let's go see your two old friends."

Luger smiled and looked in the direction of the Twin Temples.

In this small territory, despite the presence of several small towns, this is the center, and this temple can be considered the main temple of the twin gods.

"If the Twin Gods were gone, would you reconsider staying here?" Ruger asked with some curiosity.

The man smiled and shook his head.

"Soon someone will take a liking to this place, and people's lives won't be affected much. The usual way for those who come is to declare that the Twin Gods are their servants and entrust this place to them..." The man smiled as he spoke the common rhetoric used by faith wizards. "I know what I want. I won't stay here. I feel that the time for me to become a formal wizard is coming soon... Witnessing the final outcome here is what I should do, and it's also an interesting thing to do."

Ruger pursed his lips, thinking that this guy should succeed.

The Endless Sea is about to welcome a full-fledged wizard who also works as a druid and raises rats.

The group soon arrived on the street.

Heading towards the most secluded spot deep within the city, to the twin temples shrouded in thorns.

The man who kept the mice seemed a little nervous.

Ruger glanced at the guy, who seemed to be getting more and more relaxed as he walked.

At least it's now certain that he's the only one being assessed here, rather than in a competition among multiple people, which makes him feel much more relaxed.

As long as no one causes trouble, such as getting there first, everything will be fine.

Ruger strode forward, and gradually the large clump of thorns came into view.

"I wonder if your old friend will come out to greet you," Ruger joked.

“One of my mice died here when these thorns grew, and I haven’t paid any attention to this temple since,” the man said softly.

As we approached the Twin Temples, there were very few pedestrians in the vicinity.

The temple's supreme status here meant that there was no noise around it. It seemed to stand there, guarding the quietest part of the city and the last piece of peace in people's hearts.

Click! Click!

Before the group even reached the temple, the thicket of thorns began to stir.

Amidst the annoying noise, the tangled brambles miraculously cleared a path, revealing a long, thorny, arched corridor before Ruger.

"See, your friend is still very hospitable..."

Luger smiled and looked up, but his feet didn't stop, and he walked forward without fear.

(End of this chapter)