Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 423 Dreams and Best Friends

“Master, I succeeded! A thousand believers, a thousand clever hairs. Maybe next time we can try more, more and more, and many more… Let me count, a thousand hairs, plus the ones from last time… and the one before that…”

Zamao No. 1 called out and leaped to Luger, its boisterous antics pulling Luger's wandering thoughts back to reality.

Luger watched it with a smile. A group of newborn, bewildered furfur followed it, jumping and darting around. However, some of the newborn furfur couldn't keep up with it, and the thousands of sparse furfurs became a mess in front of him.

The number of believers has increased once again, and they are now a lively group of naturally loyal followers.

Ruger was naturally pleased, but his resolve wavered once again.

While subconsciously casting the Spirit Hair Nourishment spell to soothe the newly grown spiritual hairs, he drifted off into thought about what his teacher had said.

Let him forge his own path.

He looked up at the dome of the bedroom and could vaguely feel the room tremble once again, though not violently.

The furlings laughed, and the spirit furlings that had come earlier surged over. More than two thousand spirit furlings gathered together and cheered. Luger didn't know if the furlings that surged in later knew why they were cheering, but they were cheering nonetheless. Each imperceptible spirit energy gathered together, clearly and loudly conveying their joy and excitement.

Luger smiled, not wanting to spoil their fun, and waved his hand to cast a large amount of Spirit Hair Nourishment spells, watching the furry creatures frolic.

"Owner……"

The scraggly number one crept up onto Luger's shoulder.

"I need to report the Black Knight's unusual behavior to you..."

Miscellaneous Hair Number One crawled up to Luger's ear.

Ruger raised an eyebrow, somewhat puzzled, but quickly realized what was going on.

The anomaly that needs to be reported is naturally that black hair, the usual movements of Spirit Hair Demon Number One.

“Speak, my most loyal servant, I am listening to your report,” Ruger said softly.

Miscellaneous Hair Number One twisted its body, as if looking around.

"The Black Knight usually behaves very well, and its contribution of faith power is also stable, but since the master ordered me to keep a close eye on it... The wise master must have already anticipated its abnormality..." The scruffy creature twisted its body again, "I discovered that the Black Knight usually comes to the outside of the forbidden area at a certain time... staring blankly at that crack, and also... when it is resting and asleep in a peaceful state, it comes here alone to absorb that guy..."

"Miscellaneous Hair Number One" kept rambling on and on.

Ruger followed its curly fur to the experimental table not far away, where the little devil was not completely dead.

One has to admire the vitality of demons. It's also because the spirit hair is so small. Last time, when it broke through the demon's heart, the little demon was still alive, in a state similar to suspended animation. If other demons were cultivated according to the notes, their hearts would have been torn to shreds when they broke through the heart, instead of being able to barely heal like this, even though the heart has become even uglier and rarely beats.

Ruger looked at the little devil and slowly said, "Well done, my loyal servant! Remember, don't let it get close to the crevice. If you can't handle it, seek help from Aiskin. As for the rest... just watch it. If there are any other abnormalities, come and tell me." "Of course, I will obey your orders, my wisest master in the world. Lord Black Knight is quite good; it's just standing outside the boundary, staring blankly. I can sense that it is forever loyal to you... a good feather..."

As he spoke, "Miscellaneous Hair Number One" jumped around, seemingly very happy to be praised.

Ruger laughed with them for a while longer, and after sprinkling a large amount of spiritual hair to nourish them, he shooed away these overly lively little creatures.

No one knows who started it, but every little creature would jump onto him and rub against him before leaving. Later, they even formed a long line. Luger looked at these little guys who came from him but became independent creatures, and he found it very magical every time he saw them.

He had already made an agreement with Miscellaneous Hair Number One, so that when this guy felt he could once again receive the birth of the spiritual hair, he would come to him, his master.

Aside from the two patches of hair on his arm that Miscellaneous Hair Number One pointed out needed extra attention, there were still two and a half patches of hair on his body that were mature enough to be harvested, like crops. This was all thanks to his precise control of magic. More than a thousand hairs sound like a lot, but in reality, it was less than the size of a palm. Just now, he had taken a portion of the hair from the outer thigh that met the criteria, leaving the so-called half patch.

Ruger came to the experimental table, looked at the motionless little devil, thought for a moment, and added some more potion. It was the only bottle left after the last experiment, which should improve the condition of the cunning and vicious little devil and allow it to survive longer.

After doing all that, Ruger began his usual workout.

First, the spells in the temporary spell slots are repeatedly consumed and stored. Then, more attention is paid to nourishing the spiritual hair all over the body than usual.

He's no longer a vain kobold; everything he does is for the sake of the noble path of the extraordinary.

The bedroom space occasionally experiences slight tremors.

Ruger ignored it and only occasionally tried to resonate with the bedroom space to find out what was happening outside. But having learned from his previous experience, he would quickly cut off the resonance no matter what interesting or novel things he saw.

The seemingly leisurely days continued, but only Luger could feel the occasional tremors. Aiskin and Big Fool saw that nothing had happened after many days, so they gradually relaxed and even became happier because of Luger's presence.

Seeing this, Luger made up his mind that once they successfully advanced, he would do his best to get them to live outside.

They can stroll around town together in their leisure time, enjoy dinner at a tavern together, and explore more ingredients to experiment with their innovative cuisine. Of course, they can also choose to return to their bedroom at night. The two kobolds don't want to come out, mainly because they're afraid of causing him trouble. At the same time, the bedroom makes them feel safer. Kobolds have always been insecure creatures since childhood. They might be swallowed by insects that crawl out of the ground while they're sleeping, or they might accidentally eat glowing mushrooms when they're starving and grow glowing filaments, only to be discarded by their tribe. Or they might be used as bait by their tribe while hunting. Because of this, the two kobolds are very satisfied with their current life.

But Ruger didn't want them to do that.

Amidst the rumbling earthquake, Luger halted yet another attempt to probe the outside world.

The world that fell was now reduced to just a corner.

This means it has almost fallen into the territory of the Three Flames Temple. It is unknown whether the legendary temple, composed of three kinds of flames, can withstand the impact of a corner of a shattered world. What was originally a gentle and slow-falling treasure has become a disaster falling from the sky under the impetus of this mad Inome wizard. Now it is estimated that even if the instigator, the Inome wizard, activates the magic circle, he will not be able to stop the world from falling faster and faster.

Ruger even suspected that the mad Inom might subtly adjust the direction in which the shattered world fell during the guidance.

It seems that, according to His Excellency Kurt's account, these two rivals, who gradually developed into bitter enemies, were once close friends who could talk about anything when they were young, many years ago.

(End of this chapter)