Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 383 Taking a Seat and Appetizers

Ruger looked at everything before him, at the people before him, and it all seemed to have been meticulously managed by Kurt. He also saw the piety and fervor in the eyes of the two divine beings as they looked at Kurt, the messenger. In their eyes, the messenger was the agent of the god of sorrow, but of course, none of this could compare to his furry friend.

His fur is more devout and reliable than any believer, only that they are not very smart yet since they are newly born.

Those little guys are already working hard, and he believes everything will be alright. He has plenty of time to let Mash Number One take care of everything. He's not in a hurry because he's not a wizard apprentice who waits for the results of the faith path to advance.

In fact, while honing his mental power to its limit, Luger also wanted to receive some guidance, some guidance from a real teacher.

After all, he was considered a teacher by the witch hunters, and in the eyes of some people.

The path he can find and figure out now should be viable, but he also wants to hear other suggestions, such as his missing teacher, the one who has rapidly advanced, who might come up with a completely different ascension ritual, or another option to bypass the curse of the kobold bloodline.

Moreover, Ruger was also very curious about the method by which his teacher, Emmanuel, was able to advance so quickly after becoming a formal wizard.

He had to admit that a little bit of longing had arisen in his heart.

Ruger was lost in thought, looking around.

Click! Squeak!
It began with a piercing sound and ended with a heavy roar.

The two black iron doors seemed to be playing a musical instrument, their broken hinges appearing as if they had been deliberately made to look like screaming ghosts. The two divine beings, clad in armor, showed a pious yet slightly enjoyable expression as they struggled to push open the tall iron doors.

Ruger secretly rolled his eyes.

He admitted that he couldn't help himself, and even the seemingly special Lord Kurt was no exception. These charlatans really did one thing after another. If they were to develop normal human believers, his momentary nonsense might not be able to outdo these professionals.

"Your Excellency, please."

Kurt smiled and gestured for him to proceed.

The two divine beings each held a door, standing respectfully on either side with their heads bowed.

Ruger maintained his smile and strode inside.

Kurt resumed his previous tone only after the two heavy doors slammed shut with a loud bang: being a god is not an easy thing.

Kurt smiled and walked to a slope.

"As the second most honored guest tonight, please take a seat to my left."

Kurt smiled at Ruger, gestured for him to proceed, and led him to a black chair.

"The banquet is about to begin," he said with a smile.

Ruger raised an eyebrow and slowly walked to his seat.

As the second most honored guest, he wasn't too surprised. After all, a banquet with only two people couldn't really be called a banquet. As for who the more honored guest was, he looked to his left, where there was a clearly empty seat with a unique seating arrangement.

Or rather, when Ruger first stood there, he didn't even realize it was a dining table.

It was far too long and narrow, and its shape was also very strange.

Ruger looked around. He seemed to be sitting in the middle, with Kurt to his right and slightly in front of him, corresponding to the empty seat to his left.

This place is like a balance scale.

A phantom appeared directly in front of Luger.

The pounding of a heart, from weak to strong, began to echo in the dimly lit, empty hall.

Ruger glanced at Kurt, who had already taken his seat, and Kurt simply returned a smile.

Boom!Boom!
With a strong, powerful heartbeat, the phantom gradually became clearer.

A human figure, seemingly standing yet sitting, was contorted in pain, with a sorrowful expression, two tear streaks, and eyes overflowing with tears that seemed never to end.

But Luger noticed that its tightly pursed lips looked like they were in pain, yet the corners of its mouth seemed to be slightly upturned, preparing for a smile. Is this the creation of a god before it has developed a mind? Luger wondered.

It looks like a special statue that moves slightly.

A visible black aura, like two lazy snakes, coiled around the illusory god. The black aura had complex emotional fluctuations. If Luger listened carefully, he could hear incessant muttering from within the blackness, as if hundreds of mouths were whispering.

Suddenly, a faint light flew out and drifted toward the oddly shaped, long and narrow dining table.

Ruger looked down and noticed an oval plate fixed to the table, which was the target of the light.

One by one, three orbs of light drifted slowly, like three indistinct bubbles, only they were blown out of the mouth of God.

Ruger raised an eyebrow.

A fist-sized dot lit up on the chest of the phantom of the God of Sorrow, trembling with each heartbeat, as if it were its heart. As the dot appeared, the God of Sorrow twisted even more, and the corners of its mouth curled up slightly.

At the same time, the wails and cries of pain that were originally blocked by the two iron gates suddenly grew louder and came through the doors.

“Lord Ruger, you may have your god enjoy this appetizer,” Kurt said.

Ruger smiled. He knew that when Kurt was near him on the rooftop looking at the shattered Tianzhu Mountain that day, he must have also sensed the faint aura of faith emanating from him.

With a wave of his hand, Luger summoned the great spirit god.

The suddenly appearing scraggly number one looked somewhat bewildered.

"Oh, my great master—"

Ruger glanced at it with a smile, and the scruffy No. 1 immediately shut its mouth. It could not escape the subtle difference in Ruger's smile. It was clear that Ruger knew, so a single look was enough.

"Eat, have a taste."

"Ruger said softly."

Just then, the bubbly ball of light drifted down onto the plate.

Zamao No. 1 cautiously approached the edge of the plate, its own light shining brighter than the night it had just completed its transformation. The light obscured its shape, making it look like a glowing bird egg.

The ball of light in the plate was instantly absorbed by Miscellaneous Hair No. 1, turning it into a large bird egg, and then slowly returning to its original shape.

As the food was eaten, something seemed to be triggered.

Kurt, who was seated in the distance, directly absorbed the ball of light into the temple created by his meditation and it vanished in a flash.

"Hehe, haha! Master, I, I'm so happy."

Miscellaneous Hair Number One was talking happily, but then he started sobbing.

Ruger ignored the scruffy-haired number one and looked at the empty seat at the other end of the oddly shaped table, where a figure had appeared at some point, a figure that kept changing shape.

His eyes changed for a moment. He had seen this familiar feeling, this scene of déjà vu before, and experienced it firsthand, more than once. It was the aura of the abyss, the descent of a demon in a special way, just like the dice he had once rolled.

Ruger stared intently at the soon-to-arrive guest, who was clearly the most distinguished person in the room.

My heart is also filled with anticipation.

But this wait lasted quite a while.

Kurt, who had been sitting at the other end of the table with a smile, had changed his expression.

The constantly shifting, unsteady figures seemed to be the demons on the other side vying for them, as if more than one demon wanted to come and share dinner with the two of them.

The lingering pain in the hall, along with the most murky appetizer, seemed to hold a strong attraction for the demons, but they were reluctant to take their seats.

(End of this chapter)