Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 422 Deception and Tacit Understanding

Ruger felt that perhaps he could be bolder, such as the Supreme Council.

The full name is the Supreme Council of Wizards. Sometimes he would look at this behemoth from the perspective of the Supreme Council, but in essence, the most important thing is the two words that are often omitted when people refer to it: wizards.

Is the Supreme Council truly unaware of all this?
Destroying Tianzhu Mountain may also involve destroying the Light Stone of the Lower Domain Cave City, which would touch upon the Holy Judgment Wizard.

The so-called God of Wizardry will inevitably come under the scrutiny of the Otherworldly Gods.

This is only a small part of the story. That courageous person, that wizard who, in Lord Kurt's estimation, may already be a high-ranking wizard, that wizard Inome who was described as insane, must have done much more for his plan, made much more preparations, just like Lord Kurt's many preparations when he was promoted. If a wizard apprentice does this, how much more so must Lord Inome? He must do everything that can be used in the plan, and he must also prepare some alternatives that would not be used under normal circumstances.

So many actions were carried out in secret, and even over a long period of time, in order to avoid being discovered.

However, Ruger believed that even if it was not discovered at first, the Supreme Council would inevitably have become aware of it at some point in time.

Lord Inom must have realized this, but he did it anyway.

But the High Council of Wizards still allowed it to happen.

Ruger shook his head, feeling that his wild thoughts were already quite audacious, but compared to the Supreme Council and that wizard, they were still pitifully small.

Suddenly, the entire bedroom space began to tremble continuously.

Ruger stood up and looked at Aiskin and Big Fool. The two were still whispering and studying something, and the furry creatures in the distance were playing happily under the tree. Everything seemed normal, except for him, the owner of the bedroom space, who noticed the tremor.

He scratched his head. Perhaps this was a good thing, saving them from panic.

Ruger thought for a moment.

He sat directly on the ground and entered a meditative state. Following the connection of the secret imprints, he touched this space. He had left a large number of secret imprints in various places in this bedroom space. With the help of the half-human, he had completed the integration and expansion of the space. The half-human had said that leaving more secret imprints could help him better control this space. So when he had nothing to do, he would leave some secret imprints.

Luger gradually sensed the turbulent outside through his connection with the bedroom space.

It wasn't the towering waves he witnessed, but rather the fluctuations of spiritual energy and magic arrays, along with strange power of faith and even things he didn't recognize, all intertwined, causing wondrous changes invisibly.

The bedroom space was still shaking intermittently.

Luger gradually understood its source: the falling world. It was accelerating, and each time it accelerated in a distant place, it would bring a tremor to this small space that no one else could perceive.

Gradually, an illusory scene inexplicably appeared before Luger's eyes.

It was as if several strange forces were intertwined and transmitted.

There was a tiny figure rowing a small boat on the vast ocean, appearing so insignificant. He seemed to be searching for something. Surrounded by the endless sea, the tiny figure still held onto his goal and his convictions, as if he would never lose his way.

The various forces intertwined and transmitted, letting Luger know that the image represented both the endless sea and the ocean of knowledge.

That lonely little boat rose and fell.

Ruger seemed to hear the voices of countless people praying.

"Inom! You have been deceiving me all along! You deliberately lost to me, you were guiding me to cultivate the divine fire!"

A roar roused Luger. But the roars went unanswered; perhaps, taking action, step by step, was the best response.

Ruger ceased resonating with the bedroom space and stopped peering outside.

It wasn't until he stopped that he realized his head was burning again. He blinked. At that moment, he hadn't lost control of himself; he was just watching the non-existent boat rise and fall, listening to the prayers, and had unconsciously lingered for a while longer.

“Great master, are you calling me? I am your most loyal servant, and those furry creatures are your most valiant knights… They await your command at any time! Look, I have already taught them to charge…”

"Scratchy Number One" said excitedly, and even summoned a bunch of spirit hairs to try and show off.

Ruger rolled his eyes.

This guy mentioned it before, and he hadn't noticed, but they must have been listening to Aiskin tell stories again, and they must have been telling those knightly adventure novels.

"My faithful servant, are you ready?"

Ruger asked in a serious tone.

Zamao No. 1 was clearly taken aback for a moment, then quickly understood what Luger meant.

“Of course, my master! I am ready to expand the Knights Order!” it replied cheerfully.

Ruger pursed his lips, too lazy to correct him, and got up to walk towards the experimental corner of the bedroom.

Only by doing things yourself can you have enough to eat and wear. Since you can obtain the power of faith yourself, you should not rely on others. Moreover, it is precisely because you have to use the power of faith given by others that you pursue so-called purity too much. If it is your own power of faith, you don't need to have such high requirements. Besides, Ruger believes that although the amount of power of faith of the Miscellaneous Hair Number One and those Spirit Hairs is not large, it should be far purer than the contribution of human believers.

“Master, there’s another patch here and another patch here. Their spiritual energy is also quite abundant. You can take special care of them…” The scruffy fur number one bent its body, pointing to the sides of Luger’s arm, and continued, “Here… um, here… I’m confident that I will definitely make them successfully born…”

Following Zamao No. 1's description, Luger began to delineate the area, making sure it was neither too large nor too small, as both would be a loss.

The master and servant have already developed a perfect working relationship.

With a burst of magical energy, another oval-shaped bald patch appeared on the outside of Luger's thigh.

No more nagging, Zamao No. 1 did its best to stabilize every hair that had left Luger's thigh due to the hair removal technique. In the past, it only pursued stability, but this time Luger gave it a new command, which was already somewhat complacent: while pursuing stability, it should also try to retain more of their spirit for better growth in the future.

Miscellaneous Hair Number One naturally responded loudly.

But it doesn't seem to be that simple.

Ruger watched quietly.

In fact, he always had a worry in his heart, a worry that he dared not even touch.

If the Supreme Council is indeed as speculated, can this insignificant figure withstand the grand spectacle of the ascension to godhood?

The first one, surrounded by a clump of hair.

The radiance of the god of spirit hair steadily enveloped those hairs.

If it's true as they suspect, then why is the Supreme Council acting this way, and what do they want to see?
(End of this chapter)