Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 459 Ball and Tea

Ruger took out another piece of roasted meat from Ais King Kong's oven. The special ingredients from the Fairy Kingdom that had recently been added to the bedroom space, as well as the dishes from the Rat Boss, had put the two kobolds in a state of bursting inspiration. They would often try to come up with new dishes, and they would always save a portion for him to enjoy when he rested.

As he ate and savored his food, he noticed that Mahama seemed to be playing around, perhaps experimenting with something. This battle was probably what the big guy was also eager for, and the fact that he was trying it out so confidently showed that Mahama had a lot of confidence in the wizard Zorn, and even in him, the kobold. It also showed that this guy was really eager to advance.

Ruger nodded, made three marks on the skewer used for grilling the meat, and then returned it to the bedroom.

This is the scoring.

The three kobolds had already made an agreement.

One mark means it's delicious, two marks mean it's very delicious, and three marks mean it's extremely delicious.

Ruger curled his lip, thinking that only the three kobolds could understand this evaluation standard, and only Aiskin and Big Fool could come up with it.

After a simple meal, a cup of hot tea is essential. Aiskin and Big Fool are aware of this habit, or rather, the two kobolds have also developed this habit.

Ruger took out the tea that Aiskin had poured from the bedroom, sat cross-legged on the mushroom top, and looked at Valin.

This tall witch apprentice usually speaks in a soft voice.

This was also the first time Ruger had seen her fight with all her might.

Zorn said that Gillian was not her real teacher, but looking at her, Ruger could still feel that she was influenced by Gillian.

For example, when she fights, she also relies heavily on alchemical tools. However, unlike the Wizard of Gillian, who cultivates and modifies her own gem fairies, she is a more purely alchemical tool.

Ruger watched her toss several balls around.

The balls shimmered with a metallic sheen, each about the size of Mahama's head, and were decorated with intricate patterns that made them appear as openwork carvings rather than solid spheres.

As Ruger sipped his hot tea, he focused intently on the ball, sensing the magical fluctuations of the Lightness Spell, along with other things he couldn't discern because they were unfamiliar to him.

The balls were sometimes thrown out, and sometimes they would return to her hands on their own.

Even more amazingly, sometimes it could fly out of her hand rapidly like a fireball spell, and Ruger could actually feel the magical fluctuations of her casting the fireball spell, as if the fireball spell was swallowed by the ball and turned into its power. There were a total of five metal balls, four golden and one bright red, which she threw around. Her opponent gradually fell into a disadvantageous position and was obviously not very good at dealing with this strange and wonderful thing.

Ruger kept an eye on the balls, calculating what happened to each ball in her hands in an attempt to find a pattern.

Bang!
The golden ball, which had consumed countless fireballs, collided with another ball when it was blocked by the enemy. With a crisp sound, flames erupted and engulfed the enemy.

No matter how many balls fly towards the enemy, Valin will always have at least one metal ball by her side.

One, two, three, with a series of bangs, the metal balls collided one after another, and the flames surged up. The power accumulated and released in this inexplicable way, although far inferior to his fireball technique, was still far beyond the conventional fireball technique, and was even more ferocious. Once it succeeded, it would severely injure the opponent.

Ruger also noticed that the collision of the metal spheres during the battle happened frequently, although they hadn't erupted with flames before. However, the sound of those collisions, when listened to continuously, gave one a sense of disorientation, as if the sound affected one's mind. Although it wasn't obvious, it was still fraught with danger.

These little balls flying around are quite interesting; this was the final conclusion reached by Wizard Luger.

Suddenly, a burly figure appeared beside him and took the fruit tea he had just taken out.

Luger looked at the newcomer with a smile.

“I have a feeling that I will soon be able to call you Wizard,” he teased.

“Your hunch was right, Lord Ruger.”

Mahama sat down, sipping his tea. The two sat together atop the mushroom-shaped roof, watching Varin play in the distance. Varin was a tenacious opponent, and an unexpectedly powerful attack had failed to finish him off.

Suddenly, another ball made a collision sound, and another ball that had been accumulating for a long time burst out. The enemy's lower body was frozen in an instant. The red ball, whose effect had not yet been seen, fell from the sky and directly shattered the enemy's still struggling upper body, leaving only the frozen lower half of the body standing there.

Ruger stroked his chin, realizing he couldn't even discern what Valin's zero-ring spell slot had solidified.

Unlike Mahama, who is much easier to understand.

Valin is the kind of person who is hard to understand, but once you understand her enough, you have a chance to defeat her. Mahama, on the other hand, is the kind of person who is easy to understand, but is difficult to deal with. The solidified magic skin technique has been pushed to its limit by this big guy.

Then came another series of clanging sounds.

Valin stepped on her balls and jumped onto the top of the mushroom.

Ruger naturally handed him a cup of tea.

Valin paused for a moment, then reached out and took it.

Ruger and Mahama were both looking at Valin. It seemed that after the battle, Valin was no longer so impatient. She was able to leisurely drink tea while holding her teacup, and her whole demeanor had returned to its former state.

Ruger chose to sit here, and the two of them naturally followed suit.

Going to watch the battle of the Third Ring Wizard was too risky; it would be better to leisurely drink tea. All three of them had great confidence in the Wizard of Zorn.

Interestingly, apart from the initial noise, the area around these two third-ring wizards was extremely quiet.

Are they sitting and drinking tea over there too?

Luger tilted his head, lost in thought, and made a self-deprecating remark.

Where did they come from?

Ruger glanced at the two people sitting next to him.

Ruger had expected these two guys to know far more than he did, but this time they disappointed him.

After thinking for a moment, both Mahama and Varin shook their heads.

They couldn't even come up with a single clue.

Ruger raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Hmm, this is indeed a good place to eat, perfect for sitting down and having a cup of hot tea after a tense battle..."

The wizard Zorn appeared on the mushroom cap, glanced at the three of them, and sat down opposite Ruger.

The vast mushroom forest remained silent.

Ruger glanced at Zorn; it seemed to be over. The battle between the two third-ring wizards had ended quietly, not even as loud as the noise made by the two wizard apprentices.

A cup of hot tea is served.

(End of this chapter)