Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 384 Main Course and Distinguished Guest

It's just an ascension ceremony for a wizard apprentice, there's no need for such a scramble, is there?
Ruger felt his limited knowledge was being challenged once again. He hadn't encountered many demons, and he even felt he hadn't truly encountered any. The so-called demons he had spoken with were extremely unusual, and he didn't consider them true demons. For example, there was a succubus scholar talking to herself in the classroom, a beautiful succubus who didn't improve her strength but instead spent a lot of time studying, claiming to be the most famous scholar in several cities. Moreover, judging from her words, she hadn't even met any great wizards and had only read a book that mentioned them briefly.

The ritual seemed to have begun the moment Zamao No. 1 ate that lump of light. The long, narrow black table started to rumble, and Kurt also ate the lump of light in his own way. The discordant element was the figure that was slow to stabilize.

The figure appeared to rise and fall, to grow fat and thin, sometimes with sharp corners, sometimes with folded wings.

It struggled on the chair like a chaotic mass of indistinct features.

Ruger glanced at Kurt, who was sitting upright in a chair on the other side. When the first scraggly hair appeared, Kurt had looked curious, his eyes shining with a desire to find out what was going on. But now he had no interest in paying attention to the first scraggly hair.

Suddenly, Kurt sighed, turned to Luger with a wry smile, then reached out and lightly tapped the dark tabletop with his fingers, producing two muffled sounds.

The two tightly closed black iron doors in the distance emitted a long, painful hissing sound without anyone pushing them.

The door remained closed, but the screams continued.

On the devil's plate, the murkiest of the three appetizers was now joined by another black hue amidst the howling of the tall iron gate.

Under Ruger's gaze, the figure in the seat changed even faster.

Suddenly, there was a violent jolt, and then complete silence.

Meanwhile, Luger, who was watching the commotion, felt a jolt in his heart; he felt as if he couldn't get up from his chair.

Ruger looked at Kurt, who smiled and nodded, clearly indicating that nothing had gone wrong.

The settled figure gradually faded from the haze, revealing an unexpectedly short creature with two pairs of curved horns larger than its head, bending dramatically backward. It had a thin body and brown skin, just like Luger in the past. It sat on a chair with its toes unable to touch the ground, and had a pair of small wings on its back.

A pair of dark eyes suddenly looked over.

Ruger felt a moment of dizziness and quickly looked down and blinked.

Slurp!

With a series of forceful sucking sounds, the last appetizer was finally put into the guest's mouth.

Ruger noticed that this strange, petite demon, who only had a tattered cloth wrapped around his waist, seemed to be struggling to eat the lump of food, far less easily than the first motley creature, but the other party was clearly much stronger than the first motley creature.

Luger looked up.

Is it the world's oppression?

This peculiar scene, this special sublimation ritual, allows the other person to briefly appear here and eat a dish that seems to have been longed for.

The strange, diminutive demon sucked hard, baring its teeth and displaying an expression of enjoyment.

If Ruger's guess is correct, the three of them should be unable to leave their chairs and the dining table at this moment.

Waited for a while.

The strange, diminutive demon finished eating everything on the plate, licked its lips, and leaned back in its chair with a blissful expression.

when! when!
Kurt tapped the table lightly.

The strange, diminutive demon didn't even glance at him, chuckling shrilly as it turned to leave, its form shifting once more.

Kurt did not stop him, as if communicating with the demon did not require words, and simply watched quietly.

Everything on the table seemed to speak for itself.

Ruger glanced at Kurt, then looked at the strange little devil, whose enormous curved horns looked quite beautiful.

The shifting form solidified again. The diminutive demon paused for a moment, then a slight smile appeared on its lips as it sat there quietly.

It left after the ceremony was over.

Ruger smiled slightly. Clearly, this strange demon had figured out, or rather, judged, the general situation before him. At the same time, Ruger also noticed the demon's body language.

Kurt ignored it, and seeing that the demon had quieted down, he resumed his silent sitting posture. With the diners quiet, the main focus naturally became the dishes before them.

Ruger suddenly realized something, and was also somewhat surprised.

The dishes at this extraordinary dinner party seemed to be the gods before our eyes.

The three of them were going to share in the god.

And he was the witness.

Kurt was the host.

The peculiar little devil is the most honored guest invited, or rather, the VIP who was lured here and couldn't bear to leave after finishing the appetizer.

The main character begins the performance.

The twisted god of grief began to emit a silent wail, the mournful sound only perceptible through mental power.

The strange, diminutive demon sat there quietly, but Ruger could sense that it had become somewhat interested, seemingly struggling with something and restraining itself. Its anxieties doubled the moment it heard the wailing, all of which were accepted by Ruger's invisible golden key.

In an instant, three pairs of eyes were fixed on the distorted and illusory god of sorrow.

Although the demon tried its best to hide it, Ruger knew that it was watching, even more engrossed than the others, and it even stuck out its tongue and secretly licked the corner of its mouth.

The God of Grief suddenly ripped out a murky ball of light, and at the same time, one of the God of Grief's arms disappeared.

The unusual meal officially began.

Tick ​​tock!Tick ​​tock!
Ruger glanced sideways and saw the strange, diminutive demon dripping blood; it had bitten its own mouth open.

Fresh blood dripped onto the plate, emitting a sour and pungent odor.

Ruger sensed something and turned his head, only to find Kurt looking at him with his usual faint smile.

The ball of light ripped out by the god of sorrow drifted before the long, winding dining table. The purest part fell into Luger's plate, while the remaining part split in two, the most turbid and largest portion falling into the devil's plate.

Miscellaneous Hair Number One swayed to his feet and began to enjoy his meal again.

"Tsk tsk tsk, there's so little this time..."

The first guy was only halfway through his sentence when Luger glared at him and stopped him.

Kurt once again meditated on the temple he had created with the income from his plate.

The two looked at the demon.

It was panting heavily, and when it noticed the two people's gazes, it glared at them, but in the end, it couldn't resist and began to enjoy it as it had last time.

Ruger's eyes darted around, and Kurt, whose expression had remained unchanged for a long time, finally broke into an even bigger smile.

dong dong!

The heart of the god of sorrow pounded violently once more.

After the demon finished sucking up the huge clump of turbid liquid in the dish, its broken and twisted divine body suddenly ripped apart, and another ball of light appeared. At the same time, the three twisted ears on the side of the God of Sorrow disappeared.

"what!"

The strange, diminutive demon finally spoke, but it was only a short, angry roar.

It started to struggle, but it couldn't get off the seat.

The ball of light split into three again. Luger, as a witness, was still the smallest part, but fortunately, it looked very clean. The demon was still a large ball, still the most turbid, but this time it was different. The ball of light drifted and hesitated to fall into its plate.

The diminutive demon failed to escape, but even as it tried to flee, its eyes never left the delicious food that floated before it.

(End of this chapter)