Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 446 Contracts and Romance

Valin nodded upon hearing this.

"It shouldn't be too difficult for Gillian to bring a wizard apprentice into the fairy kingdom, right?"

Zorn, who was drinking his wine, said casually.

Ruger listened from the side, recalling the complaints of the little fairy king that the old drunkard knew well. According to him, the old drunkard was not skilled enough to travel to the fairy kingdom, but he was fortunate enough to have a good friend like him, which gave him the ability to open the door to the fairy kingdom. However, it was still difficult for him to enter and exit. The little fairy king also complained that the old drunkard was an idiot.

At the same time, Ruger recalled that when the wizard Gillian was holding Valin that day, he did not see anything resembling the gate to the fairy kingdom when the figure disappeared.

“It was me. I harmed you, my lady. There was a resistance within me, and a contract. I consider these things a disgrace… so I never told Lady Gillian about them,” Valin said in a low voice. “Moreover, that fairy kingdom was very strange. It wasn’t the way Lady Gillian was used to. We encountered… many strange things there.”

Fairies, little elves who live in the cracks, were once described by wizards in such a simple and crude way.

At the same time, fairies are also very mischievous. Their mischief sometimes blurs the sense of right and wrong in the eyes of ordinary people. Some fairies may do very cruel things for fun, while some fairies are also keen to do some heartwarming and kind deeds.

"So what is it that has trapped our wizard Gillian?" Zorn asked with a curious smile.

"Lady Gillian...is getting married there..."

Valin lowered her head deeply.

Zorn looked at him strangely and almost spat out his drink.

“It’s my fault, sir. I was chosen at birth, burdened with an unfinished contract, or you could say a marriage contract… My family has had some dealings with fairies for generations that I don’t know much about. Every few generations, a girl is born with a contract.” Valin raised her head and said with a smile, but her tone was unusually low.

“In that strange fairy kingdom, my contract was triggered by a very distant power. It absorbed the power of the contract and proposed to me… Just then, Lady Gillian’s uncontrollable discordant power flared up, and driven by the discordant sound, she accepted the proposal…” Valin said, becoming increasingly remorseful.

Glug glug!
Zorn finished the rest of his drink and gestured with the empty bottle towards Mahama.

Mahama blinked and took out another bottle, handing it over.

"How can you be sure that she was having a dissonant episode at that time? How can you be sure that she said those words under the influence of that kind of power..." Zorn said with a smile.

Valin paused for a moment.

“Gillian probably sensed the power of the contract within you a long time ago, even if you didn’t say it… It involves fairies, and she’s an expert in that area, much better than me,” Zorn joked. “She’s kept you by her side all this time, perhaps waiting for this moment, so you don’t need to blame yourself or worry too much. Of course, I know you see her as your teacher, so no matter what happens, please believe me, she’s not just trying to use you, and her kindness towards you is genuine… I know her better than most.”

Valin froze again, then nodded firmly.

“I believe in Lady Gillian,” she said.

Ruger looked around and suddenly realized something was wrong.

“Of course, this is just my speculation, and based on my understanding of Gillian, it’s normal for her to make some mistakes in what she’s doing. People who seem reliable are actually very bold,” Zorn said, taking a small sip of his newly opened bottle of wine. “So we still need to go. It’s time for the apprentice witchers to organize a group training exercise. It’s a tradition.”

Zorn muttered to himself and then gulped down a large mouthful of water.

“Since things are already in such a mess here, let’s all go to Gillian’s wedding! It’s going to be so much fun!” Zorn said, deciding on the next part of the itinerary. Valin looked excited.

Ruge and Mahama exchanged a glance.

Clearly, even this big guy, Mahama, hadn't expected to suddenly be heading to the fairy kingdom.

The group chatted for a while longer before splitting up to rest, deciding to regroup before setting off again.

Luger approached the campfire and lay down on Zizi.

He gently stroked Zizi's head while counting the newly acquired storage bags.

Ten large magic stones and more than two hundred standard-sized small magic stones just filled Luger's magic stone shortage. Aiskin's small pocket had almost more small magic stones prepared for the stove than he had in his hand.

The ascension ceremony completely depleted his savings. Before he even got the storage bag, he had already planned to exchange his merit stones for some magic stones with Mahama to keep on hand in case he needed them, since some teleportation arrays also required magic stones to use.

Aside from the magic stone, what attracted Luger the most and made him smile was the four books.

One of them is a spellbook for the first-circle spell, Fireball, and it's a genuine product from the Temple of Knowledge.

The book was somewhat worn, and the old man, being an expert in this field, must have often held it in his hands and perused it.

After carefully examining the other three books, Ruger could determine that they were the old man's notes on the fireball spell, which involved various aspects of spell modification. However, it was a great pity that these three notes were obviously incomplete. It should be said that there must have been at least five or even ten notes before these three. The old man only carried the three most recent ones with him, or perhaps they were not recent ones, but their contents had inspired him to have a new research direction, so he carried them with him.

Ruger thought for a moment, then opened the spellbook for the fireball spell.

He currently has two first-circle spells to learn: one is the Blood of Loyalty, a first-circle spell given to him by Karyu when they parted, and the other is the Fireball spell, which he recently acquired and is renowned throughout the wizarding world.

As he flipped through the pages, he gradually became immersed in it, and his mental energy unconsciously began to fluctuate.

Fireball, a first-level spell.

A well-known spell, often compared to the zero-ring spell Fireball, but once you truly master it, you'll realize that the two have very little in common. In fact, Grommash's Nose has more similarities to Fireball.

Fireball is the most orthodox spell in the world. It has accompanied the development of the wizarding world. Even the world's first spell and the first hand gesture to assist in casting were born with it, because of its explosiveness.

When flames gathered in their hands, wizards believed they possessed the power to destroy everything, until their hands were blown off.

In those primitive times, the mental strength and magical control of wizards differed greatly from those of modern times. Incantations and hand gestures to aid in casting were key to ordinary wizards' ability to stably condense fireballs. Similarly, proficiency in incantations and casting gestures was also part of one's skill, and there were even various techniques for silently reciting incantations.

As the copyist, I'd like to add a side note: those things are not outdated even today, and still possess untapped potential and charm. The rhythmic incantations and fluid casting gestures are the romance of wizards. I hope that this phrase, along with this classic spell and my revised version of the classic fireball spell, will spread throughout the underground world.

The history and evolution of a spell are also part of it.

This can be used as a reference. For example, from my digression, we can infer that practicing the Fireball spell requires finding a secluded and open place, and being careful with your hands.

(End of this chapter)