Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 439 Fate and Tacit Understanding

The voices argued, and Luger couldn't hear any other sounds, but he could hear this loud voice. It was like a one-man show, and the person singing had great confidence and sufficient strength. The experiment had been reported to the Supreme Council, and it was a very high-level and special god. Using it to simply devour divine power was an extremely wasteful and heartbreakingly extravagant practice.

"How could the actions of some little fellows possibly escape your notice... You wanted to see if he could succeed, but unfortunately, although he became a deformed wizard god, he was still a little short... If he had succeeded, the council would have gained a seat and welcomed a new ninth-ring wizard; if he had failed, you would have used my things to feed that immature Nightmare Lord... You were using his hands to do those wrong things, so although you haven't broken any rules, I'm still coming after you..."

Luger leaned against the Dream Tree, listening quietly.

After a burst of laughter, the man changed the subject.

"The council must have signed some kind of pact with that Nightmare Lord, right? You're doing what you're supposed to do, and I know you're right, so I won't make things too difficult for you... Now, offer your price to appease my anger, or I'll tear down that guy's fireplace... The one who came forward to draw up the pact must be that pretentious bastard, I suspect... it was him who came up with the idea of ​​using my things to feed that unborn Nightmare Lord..."

A moment of silence.

"Too little! You should have already discussed the bottom line. Don't waste my time."

Another long silence followed.

"My little Blood God has lost half his life, and my experiments will have to be postponed for at least another thousand years!"

Silence fell again.

“Alright, then it’s a hundred years. His hundred years are mine, but I want priority…”

Then came a long silence, without a single sound.

Ruger scratched his head, lay down under the tree, and crossed his legs to relax.

The Supreme Council is doing the right thing, not the right thing for the true master of the City of Burning Blood, but it has earned his approval, even if it involves some underhanded tactics that have caused him trouble.

Thinking this way would be beneficial to the entire wizarding world, and even the entire crypt.

At the same time, this incident also exposed some of the Supreme Council's style of doing things. That is, the rules cannot be violated, but they can be used at will. For example, they wanted to use the dome giant of the City of Burning Blood to feed a being in a nightmare world in order to reach a contract. However, they could not do this themselves, as that would be a breach of the rules and an impolite act that the Supreme Council absolutely could not do. But at this time, they discovered a little guy with dreams, and perhaps they could use him and let him develop. If he succeeded, the Supreme Council would have gained a ninth-circle wizard. If he failed, they would use the stolen goods he had plundered to feed the being in the nightmare world.

Even when they were borrowing a path from the Nightmare World, a portion of their power had already entered the Nightmare Lord's mouth.

Ruger suddenly wondered whether the contract came first or later.

The Supreme Council, realizing that this ambitious junior was about to succeed, went to the Nightmare World to finalize the contract, which became the later contract.

The contract already existed; it was the Supreme Council that secretly lured this ambitious junior to set his sights on the City of Burning Blood. So this is the so-called contract that came first.

Luger dangled his toes under the tree, finding it all amusing.

The Supreme Council accomplished two things, or even more than two things, without violating any rules.

Moreover, the one who knew all this would still be grateful to these old wizards for giving him a chance to try, or rather, for giving him this opportunity for a tacit cooperation. Both sides got what they wanted without saying a word, only one side failed while the other side made a profit.

At the same time, the act had to be convincing. Luger remembered the old man with the statue across the street, the wizard from the Gods' Oversight Council. Old Dog Lunser had said that this man was a second-circle wizard. Since the High Council knew the whole story, sending a second-circle wizard who needed recuperation to the City of Burning Blood was clearly just a formality. Everything that needed to be done had been done; it was just that the villains of the Endless Sea were too cunning.

Compared to the old statue gentleman, there are quite a few other low-level wizards who are carrying out inexplicable missions this time.

In theory, this left the true master of the City of Burning Blood with no room for error. Clearly, the old wizard knew this too, and was very familiar with those guys' ways, so he didn't delve into the details. He simply cursed them for being cunning, directly pointing out the right target and choosing to gain the advantage.

This also allowed Ruger to witness the way those high-ranking beings operated. Even anger could be used to negotiate a lower price. At the same time, when they encountered a valuable junior, these old wizards did not mind making a silent deal and investing in the process.

value.

Ruger chewed on the word, thinking of the many islands affected by this event, the wizarding apprentices and low-ranking wizards on them, and the people who had lived there for generations.

Among these people, some must have been affected, and their fates changed as a result.

And those underground cities, among those sins of that one, included the destruction of the Light Stone and Tianzhu Mountain, which would affect the fate of countless people. The fate of countless people, spreading to an unknown distance in time and space, was irresistibly affected.

In the eyes of the High Council, a potential ninth-circle wizard was clearly more valuable.

Ruger suddenly thought of a sentence.

We provided them with the necessary compassion, but also left them with unavoidable cruelty.

He tilted his head, unable to recall where he had heard those words before, but they were still vividly etched in his mind.

Before I knew it, I had stayed under the tree for quite a while.

My mind is completely calm.

Ruger emerged from the dream and slowly opened his eyes.

Suddenly, two large faces came into view.

"Brother Luger, are you sick?"

Aiskin spoke softly, and Big Fool hummed twice beside her.

Ruger glanced at the hair swaying beside them. It must have been after he fell that the guy with the sparse hair, seeing that he hadn't reacted for a while, ran to call the two kobolds.

"Ah! Brother Luger, you seem to have gotten shorter!"

Aiskin suddenly cried out in surprise.

Big Fool Heng had been looking him up and down the whole time, clearly indicating that this silent guy had noticed the problem before Aiskin did.

"Brother Luger, what's wrong?"

The two kobolds looked over curiously, their big eyes blinking.

Ruger smelled the aroma of roasted meat on them; clearly, the two had been busy preparing food. He stretched his shrunken body, stood up, and smiled.

"It's nothing, just a dream."

(End of this chapter)