Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 460 Wise Men and Sinners
The probing gazes of the three young people naturally did not escape the senses of the third-ring wizard. It is said that some extremely powerful wizards can read the thoughts of others through the faint spiritual energy unconsciously emitted by them. They usually do not like to come into contact with weak people. Among them, the gentle ones always look like wise men when they see the weak, because they see through everything.

Zorn the wizard could not do that, but he was experienced and knew what the three little ones were thinking.

"This can be considered as you completing a demon-hunting event, and there will be an extra reward, probably some merit stones, which I have recorded according to the regulations."

As the wizard Zorn spoke, he lifted up a small, translucent stone.

The image of the previously refined old man reappeared before everyone's eyes, but his face was now distorted and he was in a state of resentment.

"You will regret this. The river of time will bear witness to everything, to your mistakes, and to prove that you are the sinners of the Underworld... The Supreme Council will only drag the Underworld toward destruction..."

With a flick of his wrist, Zorn abruptly stopped the angry voice, and the old man's face vanished.

The translucent pebbles were also put away.

Zorn smiled, looking at the three young people with a mischievous grin, enjoying their surprised and curious expressions.

"As I've said before, from a certain perspective, fairies and the fairy kingdom are a group of strange creatures living in the cracks and the refuge they've created... They don't want to live in the underground world, and their nature and strange ways are not suitable for living in the underground world. Similarly, some wizards also need to live in the cracks..."

Zorn took a sip of tea, his brow furrowing slightly as if he wanted to drink alcohol, but he continued drinking tea instead.

Luger and the other two were processing Zorn's pointed remarks.

"Their beliefs and ways of doing things are also unsuitable for living in the underground world. The crevices are their best refuge. At the same time, this survival in the crevices has, over time, influenced their path as wizards. They are also more inclined to obtain resources from the crevices, which naturally includes the fairy kingdom... There are many things that you cannot imagine. As long as you have the means, the crevices are incredibly vast..."

Slurp! Zorn took another sip of tea.

“It’s too early for you to be exposed to these things. This was just a chance encounter, so consider it a trial. Their name is also quite interesting; they call themselves the Council of True Spirits,” Zorn said, looking at the teacup.

Luger was even more surprised.

"How could the high council members allow such a thing to exist?" Ruger asked instinctively.

Zorn glanced at him.

"There isn't just one nine-ring wizard in the world, and not all of them are in the Supreme Council. Similarly, their ideologies may not all be aligned... The Supreme Council is incredibly powerful; you just need to remember that. The True Spirit Council probably doesn't have as many nine-ring wizards as the Holy Tribunal; there are probably only one or two. Of course, I've only heard about it."

Zorn observed the expressions on the three young men's faces.

"So don't worry, the Supreme Council will always be the most powerful, much, much stronger. It's just that those adults... don't seem to want to easily reduce the number of nine-ring wizards in the underground world. They are the ones who truly love the underground world. Of course, there's also a rumor that those nine-ring wizards who are hostile to the Supreme Council were once their old friends, and were once members of the Supreme Council, but chose to leave because of differences in their ideals."

Zorn finished speaking and put down his teacup.

Looking at the wizard Zorn, Ruger felt that this adversary might not be so simple, and Zorn seemed to be in a good mood, so he would probably receive a good reward.

The group rested for a while.

As they set off again, they didn't forget that they were also going to attend a strange wedding.

The ground was difficult to traverse, and it seemed the anticipated enemy had been perfectly dealt with. Just as Luger was about to summon Squeak, the wizard Zorn directly summoned a thick, long snake, and the group all sat on its back. Listening to the sound of the snake writhing and rubbing against the ground, Luger was still thinking about Zorn's words.

Judging from what this wizard said, the so-called clandestine wizarding forces seem to be more than just the True Spirit Council. They all live in various strange places, active on a stage rarely visited by people, avoiding the sharp edge and crushing power of the Supreme Council.

However, this tendency to avoid conflict only applies to the colossal Supreme Council.

For junior wizards like them, encountering such situations can be quite dangerous, as was the case this time. Moreover, Ruger doesn't believe that these organizations simply live their own lives behind closed doors, which would eliminate any so-called ideological differences.

Ruge glanced behind him; Mahama and Varin were clearly pondering similar questions.

At the same time, although he couldn't see the expression of the person in front of him, Lord Zorn sitting in front of him must be watching the three young people who were daydreaming with a smile.

The giant snake swiftly traversed the vast mushroom forest.

As the time goes.

Gradually, vibrations and singing could be heard from ahead.

The ground was trembling. Luger opened his eyes wide. This time, the earth was really shaking.

As the giant snake moved swiftly, the tremors and the song grew closer.

Until one place, everything suddenly became clear.

The mushroom forest receded rapidly behind us, revealing an open space ahead. Huge mushroom towers stood neatly on either side, as if welcoming us from both sides.

At a glance, it's impossible to count how many there are.

The towering creatures were writhing and trembling, causing the earth to shake. A jumble of chaotic humming came from their mouths. Perhaps because they were close to the Fairy King, these giants were all fairies, magnificent fairies, and they were all singing for the king's wedding.

“Once they leave the Fairy King’s territory, it will be difficult for them to maintain their current vitality,” the wizard Zorn said softly, looking around.

They had now officially entered the Fairy King's true residence.

The group continued deeper into the cave on the snake's back without being stopped, while the swaying mushrooms seemed only concerned with their own enjoyment.

Luger, meanwhile, quietly extended his mental energy to check his gains.

There were two storage bags in total, one from the tall, thin wizard who had just been promoted, and the other from the silent but fierce witch.

As the wizard probed with his spiritual power, he found only some small magic stones and five large magic stones in the witch's small pocket. The most valuable items were some notes on the study of the Mushroom Giants, but there were no spells related to them. They could probably only be used to broaden one's horizons. The notes referred to these giants as the Rainbow Giants.

The tall, thin wizard's storage pouch contained very few magic stones, but it did contain a first-level spellbook that Ruger loved most, along with twenty-one corresponding research notebooks, presumably the spells the wizard would solidify after his successful advancement.

(End of this chapter)