Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 468 Qualifications and Confirmation

Luger looked at the big rat who was beaming with joy.

This creature's small actions led to a series of twists and turns, landing it here, in a place it shouldn't have been. This isn't a fairy kingdom; its dream of quietly building an inn here is unrealistic. It can't even survive peacefully here. Passing wizard apprentices would definitely not let this strange little thing go.

This is the result of the seed he planted, so he doesn't want things to get any worse.

"Really?" the mouse asked, tilting its head as it looked at him.

Luger nodded.

"If you agree, I can give you all of that, including the shop. You'll still be the one and only owner. Of course, the chefs are free, but I think they'll really like you and your shop."

Ruger said, "I've already started using your shop."

The mouse seemed conflicted, occasionally rubbing its belly with its paw.

Suddenly, a strange leaf was pulled out of the mouse from somewhere, and it happily held the leaf up in front of Luger.

"This is for you, my esteemed guest. It is a token of your trust. With this, you will always be a valued guest and can bring your friends to the restaurant to enjoy drinks and food for free."

The mouse exclaimed happily, "So it wasn't agonizing over something, it was looking for something!"

Ruger looked at the leaf, sensing the peculiar aura emanating from it.

"This leaf looks familiar..." he said casually, puzzled.

"Yes, I found this when I was making the bed. It wasn't growing on the outside, but wrapped in tree roots. It's very beautiful. I've carried it with me for a very long time. It's like a part of my body now. It's a symbol of friendship. Please accept it." The big rat said, its expression seemingly already envisioning what the hotel would look like.

Luger raised an eyebrow and reached out to take the leaf.

That tree root bed is the root system of a peculiar tree whose roots are spread throughout the entire fairy kingdom. It is a strange tree that has existed since the kingdom was founded.

As Ruger's fingertips touched the leaf, the leaf suddenly transformed into a beam of light and floated toward his hand.

Ruger thought for a moment, then neither stopped him nor dodged him.

The spiritual is rejoicing.

Finally, a leaf-shaped imprint appeared in Ruger's palm.

Luger raised an eyebrow, and the big rat seemed equally shocked.

“Honorable guest, this may seem like a change I don’t understand, but I feel more at ease with you,” the mouse said, unconsciously stroking its whiskers.

Ruger smiled slightly; there seemed to be a peculiar contractual relationship between him and the rat.

But it wasn't the ordinary kind of wizard contract. This one seemed to grow naturally in nature, very gentle and wonderful, without any powerful binding methods. It was more like a witness to friendship, a blessing from nature to spiritual beings, a product of spiritual nourishment. He also learned why the leaves were drifting towards him so willingly.

The illusory form of that leaf was imprinted on the space he was connected to, namely his bedroom space.

At this moment, the connection between the bedroom space and him has been further strengthened, and the space has become more stable.

This seems to be the original purpose of that tree.

Ruger suddenly sensed magical fluctuations in the distance.

He waved his hand, opened the spatial portal, and looked at the large rat whose eyes were already full of anticipation.

"Now, my friend, two world-class chefs are waiting for you. To ensure you have a hotel that you can completely enjoy, I have cleared out a large area for you. It's all yours to build the hotel of your dreams. Trust me, those two excellent chefs will be happy to help you. You will get along very well. Of course, you can also take a break and exchange culinary skills with those two chefs. They have ingredients that you have never seen before."

Ruger gestured for him to come in.

"I can feel your kindness, my friend. Meeting you is my good fortune."

The mouse wriggled its plump body and happily stepped into the portal.

After the leaf was absorbed by Luger and naturally merged into the space wall, it seemed that the opening of the space door and the leaking aura made the big rat feel at ease. Everything was prompting it to make the right decision.

Ruger rubbed his dog face, already feeling a bit of admiration for the wizard Zorn.

He thought again of the burly women who had pulled Zorn into dancing during the island's celebrations; perhaps that guy really was charming.

Ruger immediately quickened his pace and ran towards the direction of the magical fluctuations.

That was a signal that the wizard Zorn had intentionally sent to him.

When he arrived, the group, including the wizard Gillian, were already sitting in the gleaming silver carriage, with the door on one side open, waiting for him.

"Sorry to keep you waiting for so long."

Ruger straightened his tattered robes and boarded the carriage with a smile. The same demon stood before him, the same one Zorn had carefully chosen last time. It seemed that as long as the carriage remained intact, it would have a stable job for years to come; its appearance was a perfect match for the carriage.

The carriage doors closed, and the carriage took off into the air.

Inside the spacious carriage sat two third-ring wizards, one a veteran and the other a newcomer, as well as a first-ring wizard and two wizard apprentices.

Ruger subconsciously sensed the differences between the two wizards.

Gillian the Wizard concealed her aura, like a still mirror, appearing perfectly normal on her own, only inspiring awe at her power. In contrast, Zorn the Wizard highlighted the difference between them. His slightly crooked posture made it impossible to sense his presence without looking at him, yet he exuded a natural ease that made him seem more comfortable. This difference was only apparent when compared to Gillian the Wizard.

One seemed to be intentionally restrained and done perfectly, while the other was natural and unrestrained, with equally good results, but without that strange sense of incongruity.

As Ruger watched Valin chatting happily with Gillian, something suddenly occurred to him.

Not only did Gillian's identity change, but his identity also changed.

“My lord, I have now advanced to the rank of a full-fledged wizard. May I end my apprenticeship and become a true demon hunter wizard?” Ruger looked at Zorn.

Zorn glanced at him and smiled upon hearing this.

"you sure?"

Zorn stared at him.

“You are certainly qualified to get rid of your apprenticeship, but are you sure you want to do that?” Zorn looked at him intently.

Ruger paused for a moment, somewhat puzzled.

Furthermore, he did not detect any malice in Zorn's words.

Is this a well-intentioned reminder?

What are the benefits of maintaining trainee status?

Seeing his stunned expression, Zorn chuckled softly, raised his hand, and waved it gently, accompanied by a magical fluctuation.

The two were separated in the carriage, or rather, their voices were separated; it seemed to be a magic circle built into the carriage itself.

"You are qualified to seek the inheritance of the Demon Wizard's legacy... Are you sure you want to report it?" Wizard Zorn turned his shoulder, adjusted his leaning position, and looked lazy. "As far as I know, that thing is something that your lineage will be qualified for once you become a formal wizard. The moment you report that you have become a formal Demon Hunter Wizard, it means that you have successfully advanced and are qualified."

Luger suddenly realized, but slowly shook his head.

“I just learned about this myself, but I don’t intend to compete for it. That kind of thing is too far out of reach for me…” Ruger said earnestly.

Zorn clapped his hands lightly.

“That’s exactly it. It’s precisely because you’re so far away that you exude such a delicious and enticing aroma,” Zorn said with a smile. “If I’m not mistaken, once news of you gets out, people will immediately come knocking, swearing allegiance to you, to help you, to help you seize that treasure that belongs to you… the legacy of a demon wizard, an ancient and senior eighth-ring wizard…”

Ruger shuddered upon hearing this. He could already imagine the scene of being forced to pledge allegiance, and how enthusiastic those well-meaning people would be, doing everything they could to help him.

"That……"

He opened his mouth, then slowly closed it again.

Zorn smiled, adjusted his leaning angle again, closed his eyes to rest, and waved to break the distance.

Ruger thought that among the demon wizard's disciples, some of the powerful old wizards should have intervened to stop this, but then he thought that among the wizards who coveted the demon wizard's legacy, there would also be various powerful figures, because it was the legacy of an eighth-ring wizard. Although it was not necessarily a legacy, some of the words contained the meaning of inheritance. Even if it was just a vague opportunity, it was still very tempting.

Furthermore, a contract can be drawn up. Even if it's not outright robbery, as long as the contract stipulates that the treasure is reasonably distributed under the pretext of protecting and assisting the weak in pursuing the inheritance, even if a demon wizard's disciple appears, they will be unable to do anything except for forcibly stop it.

Ruger blinked. Fortunately, the process of an apprentice becoming a full wizard was notoriously difficult and full of uncertainty, and he had been promoted quietly during this strange event. It could be said that no one outside the carriage knew about it.

He then recalled the rumors he had heard before: the demon wizard had many disciples and their offspring.

He also thought of his teacher, who probably didn't expect him to be promoted so quickly, meaning he didn't stay at the apprentice level.

Ruger suddenly remembered his teacher's dual-body training method and the words his teacher had said. His perspective on things changed drastically, and he had a sudden realization. The same words and the same things, but he saw different things.

For example, the teacher's hardship and cunning may have stemmed from some unexpected circumstances. He did not receive the guidance of senior wizards and was afraid of causing trouble, so he dared not advance rashly. Therefore, he used this method to secretly advance his demon body while his human body hesitated in front of everyone until he felt that he could challenge for a higher-level wizard, or until he could no longer maintain the balance between his two bodies if he did not advance. This is how the current situation came about.

Ruger looked at the carriage.

The gleaming silver carriage sped through the sky.

The people in the carriage were all lost in thought, each thinking about different things.

(End of this chapter)