Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 452 Trials and Gains

Zorn seemed to sense the three gazes directed at him. He put down the wine glass he was so fond of, smiled slightly, and glanced at the expressions of the three people at the table, especially Valin.

"We'll rest here for three days."

After saying that, Zorn raised his glass again, as if it held endless joy.

Ruger sipped the fairy's fine wine, and looking at Zorn, he couldn't help but wonder if the wizard's fondness for alcohol was related to the path he had chosen.

Valin seemed to want to say something.

But she opened her mouth, and in the end, she didn't say anything, choosing to trust the wizard Zorn's judgment.

Three days naturally refers to three nights of rest here. Including today, that's two and a half days. Ruger pondered, and it seemed he could barely learn his fireball spell.

Three days—Zorn might not have just said it casually. As a wizard with some knowledge of spatial power, perhaps the passage belonging to the rat boss is already under Zorn's perception, and three days might be the last time that passage will be passable.

Just as that calm big rat said, everything in this country is breaking apart.

As Luger pondered, he found himself growing somewhat fond of the fellow, even though its fate was sealed and it was stroking its whiskers indifferently.

He glanced at the wizard Zorn's chest hair, and when Zorn noticed him looking over, Ruger raised his glass in a gesture of respect.

Perhaps we can try something, he thought.

The group sat together, chatting idly, until the big rat came over again.

With its two paws dangling in front of it, it looked at the group of people at the table, and upon learning that they would be staying for three days, it immediately twitched its whiskers.

As Ruger watched it, he secretly communicated with Aiskin inside the space.

The big rat immediately offered to recommend rooms to guests who wanted to rest.

Ruger wanted to master the fireball spell quickly, so he naturally chose to go back to his room to rest. Mahama seemed to feel more pressured under Ruger's provocation. Valin also needed to recuperate. In the end, only the wizard Zorn chose to sit there and drink alone.

"Dear guest, I will return to serve you after I have selected rooms for them."

As he spoke, the mouse put down a glass of wine that Zorn had just ordered.

Looking at them, Ruger could already imagine that soon only a wizard leisurely drinking his wine and an innkeeper waiting quietly behind the counter would remain, a harmonious and peaceful scene. However, this wizard was a heavy drinker and might drink all night long. But this inn was somewhat remote, and it was possible that no traveler from afar would ever come again.

Soon, Mahama and Varin had chosen their rooms.

Ruger was the last one to choose his room, which contained a crooked tree root; the thick, manicured roots would be his bed for the night.

"You have great hair, have a good night's sleep."

The large rat carried a small, glowing stone on a stick, politely greeted the rat, and then turned to leave.

"I apologize for my previous rudeness. This is a gift to express my apology. I hope you will accept it. Perhaps you can use it tonight."

Luger smiled and handed over something with both hands.

This is for the big rat who opened a hotel because of a dream. The rat stood in the oval corridor, holding a glowing little stone, clearly stunned, as if trying to recall if Luger had done something rude, but in the end, he couldn't remember.

"Oh, thank you for your gift. I will take good care of it." It tilted its head but still accepted it, taking it with both hands.

Ruger waved goodbye to the big rat, and only after the rat could no longer see its swaying and wriggling figure in the corridor did he close the door to the room, which was also oval.

He glanced at the glowing pebble hanging from a crooked twig by the tree root bed, raised his hand to cast a spell, and imbued it with a small amount of light.

He tossed himself onto the bed of tree roots, which was surprisingly bouncy. The entire bed had emerged from the wall and hadn't actually landed on the ground, so it was swaying up and down. Lying on it was quite comfortable.

He raised his hand, took out the spellbook, and began to read it while making hand gestures.

As for the gift for the rat fairy, it was the same as the one he had in his hand—a book, but not one related to magic. Instead, it was a book that Eskin had strongly recommended after hearing Ruger's request: "The Bloodthirsty Innkeeper and His Mercenary Friends."

Although Ruger had not read the book, he chose to believe Eskin.

Soon, Ruger added the aid of incantations. Not afraid of disturbing others here, he tried reciting several incantations aloud.

In fact, he gradually came to understand that the author of this book, the Temple of Knowledge scribe, genuinely loved these spells and spellcasting gestures. He didn't just say it casually; he took action and selected these spells as a small gift from the scribe to the daring new wizards.

Each incantation and gesture has a rhythm that resonates with the spell model, promoting understanding and learning. Trying the incantations recorded above will yield slightly different results. For example, the incantation that Ruge is trying naturally corresponds to the Fireball spell as a whole, but it is most effective in the middle section of the spell model, which contains several carefully selected and ordered incantations and casting gestures. Just try them and you will be pleasantly surprised, and in the process of learning spells, you will gain a completely new understanding of this outdated system.

Ruger guessed that perhaps there was a spellbook like this among the zero-ring spells that could pique the apprentices' interest.

Even if the apprentices they encounter don't develop a strong expectation or interest in the outdated system of spells and casting gestures, they will still experience the joy of trying something new, and may even develop a habit of daring to try new things.

Ruger kept exploring and familiarizing himself with this ancient spell. While repeatedly trying to deduce and master the spell model, he also had to suppress the wild thoughts in his mind from time to time.

Those random thoughts were inspirations that inevitably arose while exploring the fireball technique.

It was his dissatisfaction with the superficial use of the stench of malice in the battle.

Unbeknownst to him, he discovered that mastering the fireball spell might not really take more than three days. The tree root bed beneath him made his thoughts clearer and faster. He could even feel the tree's breath while meditating, and through the tree, he could sense the shattering of the fairy world.

The tree isn't here, not above this wonderful hotel.

It doesn't have anything particularly special about it.

It was merely the first tree born in this fairy kingdom. It grew alongside this ancient kingdom and died along with this peculiar fairy kingdom that could reflect the outside world.

Through this tree, Ruger seemed to have already seen the moment when this country died, the shattered scene.

It may not be very tall, but its roots have spread throughout the entire fairy kingdom, making it a very peculiar existence in this fairy kingdom.

Ruger has given up the temptation of delicious food, only going out to meet everyone at breakfast and enjoy a meal there. He spends the rest of his time in his room learning the fireball spell.

As for the wizard Zorn, he never seemed to return to his room; every time he was seen, he was in the same spot holding a wine glass.

Ruger also noticed the chubby rat. He had seen it at breakfast on the first day. The book the rat had given him was neatly placed in a corner of the hotel counter, next to the bell, but it already showed signs of being turned over.

(End of this chapter)