Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 404 Dilemma and Smoothness

However, there were some good gains in this matter. In the midst of his maneuvering, Ruger discovered that the peculiar trick of stinginess also worked on the wizard named Gillian. Of course, she might not be a third-ring origin wizard, since there was already a Zorn wizard here, and it was impossible to arrange another third-ring wizard.

But Ruger's intuition told him that the Stinginess spell might also work on third-ring wizards, given its highly unusual spell model. He wondered where the old drunkard got his inspiration from; perhaps it was related to his centuries-long habit of drinking with the Fairy King behind that door. Furthermore, the book stated that zero-ring spells like Hair Removal were ineffective against third-ring origin wizards who had already bound themselves to their own spells, but then added that this was unless they had deeply mastered such spells and modified them.

The specific model of miserliness may not need to be modified.

Ruge rolled his eyes and saw that Mahama was still standing to the side.

Mahama seemed a little embarrassed.

"Would you like some water?" Mahama asked after thinking for a moment.

"Your Excellency, please allow me to remain here in peace."

Ruger twitched the corners of his mouth to stop the drool from flowing out; his mouth, which he couldn't close, was about to overflow with drool.

"OK then."

Mahama turned and left.

The corridor fell silent again, and gradually Ruger could hear his own heartbeat.

As time went by, he found that he could move his fingers freely and control actions such as clenching his fist and blinking.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed slightly.

A small object appeared at the top of the stairs, its silvery body reflecting a bit of light from the hallway as it turned.

It was that metallic comb.

Luger stared intently at it, and it seemed to be looking back at Luger, hiding its head and tail as if it were a living creature.

When it notices Luger staring at it, it will shrink back a little.

Gradually, it grew bolder and slowly approached.

Ruger's eyes widened suddenly, and the little thing changed its stance, retreating back to the corner of the stairs, but soon came closer again, each time getting even closer.

It seemed to have discovered that Luger could only be glared at.

Ruger sensed a constant, faint magical fluctuation on the metallic comb.

The tedious battle of wits has ended.

The comb finally flew to Luger's eyes, and Luger gave up on trying to scare it with his eyes.

He was observing it, and it was observing him.

A simple comb seemed far more exquisite than he had imagined. This exquisiteness was not a praise of the patterns on it, but a praise of the magical skill involved. Of course, its patterns were indeed very beautiful.

After a brief standoff, the comb slowly reached the top of his head and, to his astonishment, gently descended, combing through his hair. The smooth hair glided through the twenty-six teeth of the comb without any obstruction.

The gleaming silver comb suddenly began to sway, bobbing in front of Luger as if it were drunk.

Ruger thought it seemed very happy, as if it was about to faint from happiness.

The dizzy comb swayed and drifted away slowly, returning to the stairwell with a hint of reluctance, but eventually disappeared beside the stairs.

"Lord Luger, you..."

Mahama happened to walk by at that moment and looked over with a surprised expression.

"It's almost done."

Ruger demonstrated his restored ability to speak fluently, while wondering what the big guy's gaze meant.

"Oh, that's good. That lady has probably been handling some demon-hunting incident while out there. What I mean is, we can follow her... to accumulate demon-hunting experience more quickly. Maybe we can make the choice later, but it's better to have the power of choice in our own hands now... um..."

As Mahama spoke, he approached step by step. Ruger noticed that the man's gaze seemed to linger more on his head.

"What's there?"

Ruger suddenly remembered the comb.

Mahama stopped two steps away, touching his chin.

“What I mean is… it’s a nice braid… like a skillful lady braided it for you… well, your hair might be a little short… Your Excellency Ruger.”

Mahama gave his comments with a serious expression.

Ruger resisted the urge to roll his eyes, his mind instead focused on the exquisite metallic comb.

Is this thing for styling hair? It can braid hair just by combing it?
Ruger believed from the bottom of his heart that this should only be one of the functions.

I've also seen two other combs with different textures. Those two must have different abilities. They can't be different hairstyles, can they?

Ruger's thoughts drifted away.

Mahama's words brought him back to his senses.

“What do you think of my proposal?” Mahama asked earnestly.

Ruger blinked.

“Of course, I think Lord Zorn would be happy to see us disappear from his sight, and the number of demon-hunting events should increase soon, probably accumulating to three in no time,” Ruger replied casually, indicating his agreement.

The two of them now have a record of handling a demon-hunting incident, namely the unusual incident caused by Lord Kurt during his promotion, or as Zorn the Wizard calls him.

Ruger stretched his neck and then tried to stretch his knees.

"It looks like we're almost there. Maybe we can go over and have a meal and chat."

As Mahama spoke, he lifted Rug up.

Ruge, tucked under his arm, rolled his eyes, somewhat missing the rather aloof Mahama when they first met.

However, he was indeed a little hungry.

By the time he reached the dining table, Ruger's elbow was already mobile.

Dishes were already laid out on the table, apparently prepared by Mahama. Just as Luger was getting a big appetite, he suddenly realized something.

He glanced sideways at Mahama, who had already sat down after being put down.

This big guy has always been a rather awkward person. For example, his mental block during the trial assessment, his behavior of sitting on the ground crying like a child halfway through, his constant struggle about whether Luger made it to the end of the trial and his great concern about it, and now, he seems to be feeling guilty and conflicted about not rushing out of the room to rescue him.

Ruger rolled his eyes inwardly; this guy was a waste of his big, muscular appearance.

Since you believe it's the right thing to do, and it is indeed the right choice, there's no need to blame yourself.

Ruger thought he should become a kobold, live among that race with a human mindset, and perhaps that would change his state of mind.

This is a big guy who likes to overthink things.

Ruge thought that if Mahama were a hair, it would be the kind that gets tangled.

Thinking of tying knots, Luger first controlled his newly recovered arm to lift it up and untangle the flower braid on his head. The smooth hair loosened immediately with just a gentle touch.

Ruger raised an eyebrow; it really was an intricate braid.

The windows in the hall are high up, so that when two people sit at their dining seats, they can see the world falling from the sky without having to turn their heads too much.

(End of this chapter)