Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 415 Importance and Concern

Thinking about the potential trouble, the nearby Tianzhu Mountain is probably the smallest one. The Fallen World is a big question mark. The balance that the Three Flames Divine Palace and the God of Knowledge, two long-standing rivals, have maintained for many years has gradually tilted. This is not only a feud between wizards, but also a struggle for a lot of faith power. The appearance of the Fallen World is like throwing a huge stone into the already rippled water.

Luger tilted his head and looked at Mahama.

"A strange world has fallen from the sky. The Supreme Council should intervene, right?" Ruger asked curiously.

Mahama shook his head.

“I don’t understand these things either, but I’ve heard Wizard Zorn say that if this situation occurs within the territory of a certain wizarding power, the Supreme Council might allow that organization to participate and share some of the benefits. If that organization can prove its strength, the Supreme Council might even just record it without getting involved,” Mahama said in a deep voice. “But I think that when that happens, it usually means that the fallen, broken world is not that important. The Wizarding Supreme Council is quite lenient about things that it deems unimportant.”

Ruger nodded thoughtfully.

Furthermore, he strongly agreed with the latter part of His Excellency Mahamat's own judgment: the so-called non-participation must be based on the premise that the matter is not important to the Supreme Council.

Ruge poured Mahama a cup of fruit tea.

The two had finished their meal, but instead of doing anything else, they sat there chatting and drinking tea.

Ruger used his usual small pot for brewing tea. He knew that Mahama didn't care about these things. The tea was just ordinary fruit tea, which he usually liked to drink. Actually, this small pot was a replacement. It was a tool from the old Lunser's apothecary. When he was in the wild with Leiden, he used something even more rugged.

A series of footsteps sounded.

The two turned to look.

The first thing that caught my eye was the relatively unfamiliar witch apprentice, followed by the slightly shorter witch, Gillian.

During their casual conversation, Ruger and the other man had speculated whether this wizard was a first-circle wizard or a second-circle wizard. Fortunately, they didn't dwell on that topic, otherwise the situation would have become rather awkward.

"grown ups."

Ruge and Mahama stood up properly and bowed.

“Zorn is unable to leave his experiments and has entrusted the demon-hunting matter to me. You two will come with me,” Gillian said softly to the two of them. “You can go and prepare now.”

She walked to the dining table and poured herself a cup of tea.

"I'll set off as soon as I finish this cup of tea, based on the time it takes to drink it."

Wizard Gillian brought the cup to her lips, took a small sip, and frowned slightly, as if it didn't suit her taste.

Ruger watched this unfold, then sat down and began to drink tea. He hadn't prepared anything, having finished his meditation and replenished his temporary spell slots when he left the room.

All that remains is anticipation for the upcoming demon-hunting events and the Merit Stone.

Mahama stretched his broad shoulders and turned to walk towards his room.

There were only three people left at the table, drinking tea and waiting silently for the big guy.

Ruger noticed that the wizard's hairstyle was very elegantly styled, unlike his disheveled appearance that day, and couldn't help but think of those combs.

He picked up his teacup and looked at the tall apprentice again.

It's unclear whether she was a student of Lord Gillian, or, like him and Mahama, simply following the wizard Zorn in his demon-hunting missions.

"Your name is Ruger?" Gillian the Wizard suddenly asked.

“Yes, sir,” Ruger replied earnestly.

The female apprentice beside him was also curiously looking Luger up and down.

Luger smiled slightly and generously allowed them to look him over.

He noticed that the wizard seemed very interested in his fur. Then he thought that there were many subterranean beasts with high-quality fur, so what could interest a wizard must be something special. If anything was special, it must be the spirituality contained in his fur.

Don't be fooled by the fact that many of his hairs don't meet that standard and wouldn't catch the eye of the great Spirit Hair God. That's the requirement for transformation, which is naturally higher. The hairs he didn't reach that level, those ordinary hairs, are still full of spirituality and are good hairs that are nourished by the Spirit Hair Nourishing Technique every day.

Just as Ruger was worried that these two guys were after his fur, the big guy who had been missing for a long time finally appeared in the hall.

“My lord, I am ready,” Mahama said in a deep voice.

Gillian glanced at him and walked out of the hall first.

The four of them arrived in the courtyard.

Under Ruger's astonished gaze, the comb that had forcibly groomed him flew out. The little creature paused for a moment and then flew in front of him, as if to say hello, but was glared back by the wizard Gillian's fierce eyes. Then, several more combs appeared in succession, with one as the main body, intersecting with each other, making a total of seven different combs. The main comb gradually grew larger, forming an alchemical artifact floating in mid-air.

Mahama also looked surprised, clearly this strange object was not common.

"Come on up, it might be a bit crowded."

Gillian glanced at the two stunned people, then lingered on Mahama for a moment.

Ruger wisely cast a lightness spell on himself before leaping onto the unknown alchemical vessel.

He noticed that the tall witch apprentice next to him had a bitter face. Just when those combs appeared, one of the mischievous ones combed her hair, turning it into wavy curls.

Ruger secretly memorized the appearance of the comb and made up his mind never to let it near him.

As soon as the four of them settled in, the alchemical device made of combs slowly rose into the air, then suddenly shot out in one direction. At first, it was not as fast as the wizard Zorn's magical pet, but its speed continued to increase as it flew, gradually reaching a level that was enough to rival, or even surpass, the black magical pet with only two pairs of wings.

Galloping all the way.

Ruger's ears were being blown about by the strong wind, attracting the attention of a female apprentice nearby. Perhaps finding it amusing, she stopped grimacing and instead began to suppress a laugh.

Ruger didn't care at all, enjoying the sea view and the strong wind on his face.

The feeling of speeding along was quite nice. Suddenly, a long, slender, strange fish leaped out from the distance. It was dozens of times the size of a mahama, flapping as if it had wings, before disappearing back into the water.

The islands behind us gradually disappeared from view, while distant islands appeared in our field of vision like crumbs of a pastry, gradually growing larger.

He really wanted to ask how many merit stones he would get from this kind of demon-hunting event, but he felt it was a bit presumptuous, since he would find out sooner or later after the event was over.

Luger smacked his lips and chose to continue admiring the scenery.

(End of this chapter)