Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 409 Disharmony and Knowledge

"Does your teacher want you to choose a path similar to mine?"

Amidst a familiar smell of alcohol, a voice rang out—the first words Ruger heard upon returning home.

Ruger paused for a moment, then followed the wizard Zorn's gaze and saw his own tattered wizard robe, the exposed chest covered in fur.

"My lord, a wizard has returned. He asked about you yesterday."

He bowed slightly to Zorn, knowing full well that the wizard was teasing him and making a little joke.

Zorn sat slumped in a chair in the hall and glanced upstairs.

“It’s probably a curse?” Wizard Zorn took out a bottle of wine. “When I came back here, I sensed a discordant force. As long as it wasn’t caused by you and that kid, she should be fine. Just try not to get close to her.”

"Disharmony?"

Ruger instinctively asked a question.

While going with the flow, a slight hesitation about only half-finished things was suppressed.

Zorn glanced at Ruger.

"It's just a curse. When you speak, there will be discordant sounds, and when you exert force, there will be discordant forces. The whole person is similar to the concept of being out of control, but not out of control. Some words and actions that would not normally appear will appear. The best way to deal with being entangled by this curse is to lock yourself in a room. Ordinary out-of-control people will do some dangerous things. Powerful wizards can resist them, but they will also make some jokes."

As Zorn spoke, he raised the bottle to his lips.

Ruger nodded in deep agreement.

Seeing that the wizard Zorn had turned his chair around and was drinking the insect wine in his bottle while watching the world fall from the sky, Ruger bowed and returned to his room.

Two unsecured storage pockets.

Like two delicious and tempting little snacks.

Ruger thought for a moment, and with a burst of magical energy, he left his arcane mark on the two small bags. Thus, the snacks found a new owner. At the same time, he set a low expectation for himself, since a wizard who was only out doing shady business for a short time was not the kind who would carry important things with him when traveling far away.

The first bag contained two simple sets of clothes, five large magic stones, nearly a hundred small magic stones, and three bottles of potions.

The second little pocket is interesting.

Besides a few small pieces of magic stone and two notebooks, there was also a peculiar letter.

That wasn't ordinary letter paper; it felt a bit like a spell scroll in my hand. This was the first time Ruger had ever seen anything like it.

Ruger's first thought was that this thing should be given to Lord Kurt.

But then he thought again, as a formal wizard, Lord Kurt should have already used his mental power to detect what was in the pocket when he erased the original arcane mark. He was a meticulous person, and he probably wouldn't have given him anything that might cause trouble related to the identities of those three people.

Ruger stroked his chin and chose to open the neatly folded letter.

I looked over with curiosity, and it quickly turned into surprise.

This is a letter related to the god of knowledge.

More accurately, it should be called a token. Before being imprinted with a secret mark, it is anonymous, meaning it can be considered a form of hard currency in this adjacent sea area. Being considered hard currency, it naturally has value. With this token, one can travel to the territory of the God of Knowledge, where there is a sanctuary specifically for imparting knowledge to wizard apprentices. Once a token is imprinted with a secret mark, it can only be used by that person, and each token can only be used once.

Therefore, even a letter without any secret markings was enough to circulate among wizarding apprentices and could be regarded as a kind of hard currency.

Ruger touched his head, marveling at the many tricks of the god of knowledge, but this was also a good thing for wizard apprentices.

He also thought that perhaps in levels inaccessible to apprentices, lower-level wizards might also possess similar beliefs. After all, according to Lord Kurt's deduction, the wizard behind the God of Knowledge might have already reached the level of a high-level wizard, and imparting some knowledge and experience of the first and second rings would be no problem for him. He could also gather some so-called followers besides his own disciples.

The letter appeared in his pocket, clearly unused, and Ruger looked at it with some regret.

Although it was not used, the person's secret mark was already left on it as requested in the letter. It also said that trying to erase the mark would only break the token.

Ruger packed up his things and began his meditation for the day, completing it twice as much as he could.

No matter what kind of things or people you encounter.

After moments of surprise and joy, meditation always brings him a special kind of peace.

Ruger ended his meditation.

Leaning against the bedside, I opened the two notebooks I had found in my pocket.

The notes revealed that this wizarding apprentice was quite old, having remained at the fifth-level wizarding apprentice level for a long time. The notes recorded his research on a spell. Ruger felt the tone of the writing was somewhat familiar. After a moment's thought, he suddenly remembered a notebook he had once obtained, a notebook on writing techniques, which contained an undisguised tone of envy. The owner of this notebook, like the person who had studied writing techniques, was researching a minor spell with an attitude of looking up to him.

Ruger thought for a moment. If it were before, he would have marveled at their obsession and the wonder of their magic.

Now he realized that what they were seeing was probably a wizard casting his spell sequence.

For example, the notebook that studied writing techniques was written by someone who witnessed a powerful wizard fighting a dark wizard with modified writing techniques. The shocking scene left an indelible impression on him.

The two notebooks in front of us are both studying the zero-ring spell, Illusionary Sound. They also occasionally mention some trivial scenes, which were obviously witnessed by the notebook's owner and which he had always longed for.

Although he didn't know the illusionary sound technique, Ruger still carefully read through both notebooks.

He put away his notes, leaned back on his bed in the bedroom, let out a long breath, and enjoyed the tranquility of the night. Knowledge that he didn't need for the time being was still a valuable gain.

Ruger blinked; it seemed like he hadn't slept for days.

The body of a dragonborn kobold, combined with the mental strength of a fifth-level wizard apprentice, makes it quite sturdy and durable.

Ruger smiled, as if responding to his own thoughts, and unconsciously yawned.

He relaxed and decided to take a nap.

He wondered if he would still have the need or opportunity to enjoy a good night's sleep after becoming a high-level wizard. He was lost in thought. If Mahama knew his thoughts here, she would surely marvel at his confidence.

Before I knew it, the brain massage, which was only halfway through, was over.

He slowly entered the dream and saw two trees.

(End of this chapter)