Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 347 Confidence and Flaws

The creaking sound of the door hinges turning in this extremely ordinary yet eerie little house tugged at one's heartstrings.

Ruger stepped inside, the black wooden door slowly closing behind him. Ruger twitched his nose, still able to smell the old wood. He sensed everything around him and suddenly felt that the room he had entered last time wasn't real enough. He hadn't felt it when he was inside the room last time, but now, standing here and feeling everything before him, he suddenly felt that what he had experienced before was somewhat unreal.

He first looked around at the furnishings, which seemed to be exactly the same as the room he had entered last time.

Moreover, the male and female apprentices who had entered before him were nowhere to be seen.

Ruger blinked. This place was open to movement; there was no need to be too reserved.

He also felt he wouldn't be selected.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but chuckle to himself. According to his plan, he was here to gain credit and act bravely in the eyes of the wizards in the sky. He was also here to collect merit stones. After completing the test ahead of schedule, he could get double the merit stones.

He was just there to broaden his horizons; everything was part of his kobold's wise plan.

Thinking of this, Luger smiled and licked his lips.

I just hope that demon won't get angry.

All confidence comes from one's own shortcomings.

Aside from the words about opportunity and danger spoken by the bald old wizard in the Black Prison, there were some unforgettable scenes he had stumbled through his journey as a little dog-headed man, including the unreserved conversation between those two wizards of unknown ring levels in the City of Burning Blood.

In other words, sometimes you don't need to be very powerful to defeat an enemy; you just need to know enough about them and their background.

He didn't know everything about the other party, but he knew himself and the other party's urgent needs.

that's enough.

Because he didn't intend to eliminate the other party.

From the middle-aged wizard's words, one could tell that this special and unusual demon was even willing to become a wizard's apprentice's pet. This was extraordinary and certainly not as simple as an ordinary pet. Moreover, it would directly or indirectly help the wizard's apprentice improve his strength after success. Demons are not fools, much less benevolent and enthusiastic fools. Everything it did was for its own benefit.

Whether it's symbiosis or becoming a magical pet, once successful, it means that you will inevitably be bound to a wizard apprentice for a long time.

Ruger had no idea how high the level of that strange demon was.

But he knew that the source of the curse on his kobold bloodline, the unknown being, was definitely not of a low level.

Unless this demon is a fool, he wouldn't choose him.

Most people, including the middle-aged wizard and those floating in the sky, would assume that he was a wizard with the bloodline to transform himself into a dragonborn kobold, or that his appearance was the result of some other bloodline fusion. They would never have imagined that he was actually a kobold.

If used properly, bad things can bring good things, and disadvantages can also be advantages.

However, if this intriguing demon lord is truly willing to go through the arduous journey of breaking the kobolds' curse in order to choose him, then he wouldn't mind making some sacrifices and considering it.

Ruger chuckled to himself.

Although he didn't need to be too reserved, he didn't dare to be too unrestrained either.

He first walked into the small living room, still considering whether to take a look at the bookshelf, but then felt that it would be impolite to go and look through the bookshelf without seeing the owner of the house.

shhh-

Luger froze in his tracks.

It was the sound of pages turning.

Just like the previous room, there were a few chairs near the bookshelf, but no table.

At that moment, a blurry figure was sitting in the chair in the dim light, reading a book.

Ruger turned around, thought for a moment, and then bowed. Regardless of whether it was a demon or not, or whether it looked humanoid, or whether it was the demon's true form, the fact that it could sit here reading and thinking meant that even if it was a different race, people would generally pay some attention to etiquette.

Swish—another page has been turned.

Judging from the sound, the pages seemed to be quite thick.

Ruger looked up, but he couldn't make out the person's features. He could only see a human silhouette sitting there calmly flipping through the book in his hands.

This stop lasted quite a while.

He mustered his courage and took a step forward, but suddenly the figure disappeared again, and the sound of turning pages ceased; the chair was now empty.

He raised an eyebrow, turned around, and continued walking inside.

After walking a few steps, another human-shaped figure appeared. The figure seemed to be watering something, as if fiddling with a strange potted plant.

He let out a sigh of relief and continued walking forward. Sure enough, the figure disappeared again, leaving only the small potted plant in the corner of the living room.

He continued walking, and it was the same all the way.

Sometimes it's a figure lying on the stairs, deep in thought; sometimes it's standing still, gazing into the distance, lost in thought.

One after another, figures whose faces were indistinct lingered in the small house, in every corner, wherever they passed, doing all sorts of different things.

Ruger had already started climbing the stairs, taking one step at a time.

He was startled when he first saw the figure sitting on the stairs.

Now he only felt that the staircase was exceptionally long, spiraling upwards as if he were going to reach the sky, and he couldn't be bothered to look at any other figures that appeared around him.

After seeing countless fleeting figures, all that remained before my eyes were endless stairwell turns.

Suddenly, a door appeared in front of them, and Ruger slowed down.

It was just an ordinary black wooden door, even with some damage at the edges. He was very familiar with this kind of door; the door in his old attic was similar to this one.

At the end of the stairs, between the door and the door, there is a very dark area, not long, about a dozen steps, where you can't see anything at all.

A faint light shone through the crack in the door, serving as the only guide, but that pitiful light was only slightly more merciful compared to the darkness on the road.

Ruger naturally wouldn't rashly use any light spells.

He walked forward step by step, bidding farewell to the creaking wooden stairs, and heading into the unknown darkness.

The house was strange in every way, but Ruger could feel a real sense of reality in it, like the stairs he had climbed and the scattered dust. This interplay of reality and strangeness made him even more nervous.

The door at the end was pushed open by his palm.

A scene resembling the night sky unfolded before his eyes.

There were no walls or roof as he had imagined, only boundless blackness, yet it wasn't so dark. It was precisely because of this that he was reminded of the night sky and the feeling of appreciating the night under the stars.

A plump, brown worm-like creature hovered in the night sky right before my eyes.

Luger could see the wrinkles on its body. He wasn't far from it, and the thing wasn't very big, only about twice the length of Luger. It didn't have many wrinkles, and there was a thin, long thing on its head and tail. Its brown skin looked rather tough.

Although he couldn't see where the thing's eyes were, Ruger could sense that it was looking at him.

A feeling of being watched and scrutinized.

At the same time, Luger sensed that those mysterious figures along the way were this thing in front of him.

"I'm just here to freeload off the merit stones," Luger thought to himself.

(End of this chapter)