Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 403 Sharp Blade and Hair

When he left the Abyss Bedroom, Ruger had already adjusted his state. He had plenty of temporary spell slots, so when the fragrance accompanied the strange figure rushing towards him, he did not hesitate to cast Demon Body. This was not only to block the rushing figure, but also because of the unfamiliar fragrance. The spell effect of Demon Body, combined with his own dragon bloodline, would give him a certain resistance to some common poisons.

Ruger's body gradually changed, and he rolled on the ground with force under his feet, not even having time to put away his robe.

The figure that pounced was extremely agile, following closely behind.

The Stinginess spell in the last temporary spell slot was used instantly, hitting the figure that was pouncing on it, giving Ruger a sliver of space.

For a moment, the not-so-spacious corridor became a place for desperate maneuvering.

He wanted to roll over and get up, to rush into his room, but from where he was, that was clearly not a good option.

Luger exerted force with his feet, and the Nightmare Wings on his back flashed and disappeared. With an even greater speed, the hall, which he could usually walk a few steps to, seemed to become exceptionally far away.

He whirled around and swung his arm, the remaining traces of the Lesser Sharpness spell flickering at his fingertips.

But the figure that pounced towards them seemed completely fearless.

Luger suddenly felt his body stiffen.

The figure that lunged at him paused for a moment, but still threw herself into his arms.

Three sharp blades, suspended in mid-air, followed closely behind the leaping figure and arrived in front of Luger.

Ruger tried to move his eyes, and at that moment he suddenly felt that something was familiar, especially his current ferocious appearance, which reminded him of the little devil on the experimental table. He just wondered if someone would cut open his heart and stuff a hair inside.

Ruger's heart sank for a moment, but the rapid heartbeat that had started quickly subsided.

The fact that the foul-smelling skin treatment had no effect after several attempts suggests that the other party meant no harm.

Ruger turned his eyes and met a pair of slightly gleaming eyes.

Of course, it's also possible that the other party has mastered some more advanced methods that he doesn't know about, which have suppressed the effects of the foul-smelling skin, or even that the other party is not human at all, but a puppet being manipulated. But Ruger quickly overturned this judgment.

He felt a warmth.

At the same time, they were also a pair of bright and sharp eyes.

"Change back."

The man said in a low voice.

Ruger felt a chill run down his spine; it was the oppressive feeling that only a formal wizard could give.

At the same time, the still figure allowed him to see clearly that it was a woman with long hair reaching her waist, about shoulder height or slightly shorter than him, looking up at him. Her disheveled hair partially obscured her face, and only her bright eyes were most visible in the darkness.

Ruger hesitated slightly, then did as he was told.

He considered many things, such as testing the other party's malice again, or canceling the purpose of the spell. But he suddenly realized that it seemed unnecessary to waste his brainpower. Testing or not testing was meaningless. As for the spell on his body, it still had some use, but not much.

With a faint magical fluctuation.

Ruger's figure began to shrink gradually, turning back into a furry dog-headed man.

Of course, he is unique. Even if Aiskin and Big Fool occasionally receive nourishment from his spirit hair, they are still far from being able to compare with him.

Feeling a change in his sharp gaze, Ruger secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but for now he could only move his eyes.

Before he could take a closer look, the three sharp blades surrounding him suddenly appeared before his eyes.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, then opened them wide.

If he wasn't mistaken, those were three combs made of different materials.

One comb gleamed with a metallic sheen, another resembled a bone artifact, and yet another looked like a crystal—all were hair combs, though their styles differed slightly. "Hehe, hehehehe."

The woman holding Luger chuckled softly and rubbed against him.

After the demon transformed, it rolled on the ground, tearing a small hole in the shoulder of its old wizard's robe.

Ruger noticed that the woman's condition was very strange.

He pondered, and if he were to give a similar example, it would be somewhat like being drunk, but there are some differences. It's not just that there's no smell of alcohol, only a faint fragrance.

Just as Ruger was completely baffled, a series of hurried footsteps came from the direction of the hall.

"what!"

A short, startled cry.

It was a tall girl with her hair tied up at the back of her head, running quickly towards us with a pair of big eyes.

"Lady Gillian! Lady Gillian, you can't run around like that. You have to stay by my side for the next few days..."

The tall girl hurried over to the two embracing, raised her hand, but seemed a little flustered.

Looking at the woman he couldn't figure out how to deal with, Ruger felt more at ease, which at least meant that the two of them weren't villains.

“Your Excellency need not be alarmed. Lady Gillian is merely under a curse,” the tall woman said, raising a finger to display the insignia of a witch hunter. “Her words and actions may sound somewhat discordant, but she will not truly harm you…”

Ruger rolled his eyes and finally met her panicked gaze.

He initially judged that this tall woman was also a wizarding apprentice, just like him.

"Don't pull me... Look, look at his fur. I haven't lost control... It's his beautiful fur that attracted my little darlings, and I came here with them..."

The wizard named Gillian was dragged along and stumbled, defending herself while pointing to the three combs floating in mid-air.

Ruger's eyes remained fixed on the apprentice.

As the apprentice pulled the wizard back, he gave Ruger a slightly apologetic look.

Ruger stood there, watching as she dragged the wizard upstairs.

Once the sound at the top of the stairs was completely gone, Luger finally felt relieved. He had figured out their identities and cleared up the misunderstanding. The only problem was that he still couldn't move around freely.

creak-

The door to the side opened, and Mahama's large figure poked his head out from the crack in the door.

"Do you need me to help you find the wizard Zorn? Although we may not be able to find him."

"Mahama said in a deep voice."

Ruger rolled his eyes; that was the only part of his body he could move freely. He was also trying to move his fingers, and one of his fingers could already bend slightly.

"I don't think that's necessary. I just need to stay here quietly for a while..."

Ruger forced a smile through his gaping mouth.

“Sorry, I was meditating, and everything happened too fast,” Mahama said, shrugging. “When I was ready to come out, I felt a surge of spiritual energy from a formal wizard, so I didn’t think I should make a pointless sacrifice.”

Ruger raised an eyebrow, feeling better.

He knew that Mahama was not making up excuses; he was an honest big guy, and it was indeed the right choice. He had just heard the sound of the window closing; the guy had even slipped out the window, but when he found that things hadn't turned out the way he expected, he crawled back in.

(End of this chapter)