Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 469 Longing and Curiosity

Has the demon wizard truly passed away?

heritage?

Ruger scratched his head.

No wonder old dog Lunther was able to find out the information so easily before. Even in his inquiries about that teacher, he was able to find out whether the demon wizard, who had not appeared for a long time, had died. There was also a little story from his early years that confirmed this. It turns out that someone had been paying attention to whether the demon wizard was still alive, and that this had been going on for who knows how many years.

However, the widely circulated rumors only discuss whether this powerful and mysterious figure still exists, without mentioning any legacy. It's more like the after-dinner talk about wizards that people have only heard of but never seen.

Ruge was lost in thought when he caught sight of Mahama sitting opposite him; the big man was also quietly pondering something.

Ruger guessed that the big guy was probably thinking about his own promotion.

As for Valin and Gillian, although they appeared to be very restrained, they were clearly immersed in joy. The feeling of rewriting their own destiny must be wonderful. One had fulfilled her long-cherished wish and suddenly found boundless freedom, while the other had shed the shackles that had been imposed upon her since birth and had become a student of the wizard she had long admired. However, having just become a gem summoner, her advancement would definitely be much later than Mahama's.

Valin was telling Gillian about the family members who had come looking for her, and she mentioned Ruger, then looked up and gave him a grateful smile.

Gillian looked over as well, and the comb in her hair shook.

Ruger was also staring at the comb. Occasionally, when he was thinking, he would be unconsciously drawn to the shiny thing and his gaze would linger there.

So when Gillian looked over, he immediately noticed the unusual appearance of the combs, which startled him.

The carriage continued its journey through the air.

We passed by island after island.

This was much more comfortable than when they were crammed into a flying device made of a few combs.

The previous island was only halfway back, so this time it didn't take much time before the island where the group would be staying came into view.

Looking at the familiar island, Ruger couldn't help but sigh.

The Tianzhu Mountain that illuminates this place has lost its light, and the nearest Tianzhu Mountain that can still emit light is extremely far away, so although this place is not extremely dark, it is not much darker.

The nearby islands have all entered their own dark times. Even if the Bread God's original vast territory was fertile, it was not something that these weak islands and wizards, or even wizard apprentices, could compete for. All they could do was change themselves. Perhaps they could go to the Three Flames Palace to see if there was any opportunity, but the situation was not optimistic. Low-level wizards were in a better position, but for some islands managed by wizard apprentices, large-scale migrations and voyages might be a major problem.

Ruger looked down at the island. For these people, many days had passed since he was trapped and had not yet made any plans to advance. They had been living in darkness ever since.

However, for the wizards and wizarding apprentices who manage the island, the territory where they struggle to survive in the disaster is also a period of development for believers and the power of faith.

The silver carriage began to descend, and before it had fully touched the ground, a figure appeared in Luger's field of vision.

It was the owner of this island, the newly promoted first-ring wizard, Lord Kurt.

By normal standards, this is definitely a genuine newly ascended wizard, only Luger is a bit more recent.

Kurt stared at the strange carriage that had suddenly appeared, but did not act rudely. He simply watched quietly without concealing his presence.

Luger found his serious expression amusing, but couldn't help waving from the window.

Kurt's nerves relaxed immediately; that furry dog ​​head, while not unique, was hard to mistake. As the carriage descended, Ruger could tell that the atmosphere on the island had changed drastically, but it wasn't nearly as bad as he had imagined.

Clearly, they have passed the initial period of panic.

People could be seen bustling about in the streets and alleys. Some glowing mushrooms had already been planted along the streets, and there were some glowing saplings at the street corners. It was easy to guess that these were the blessings bestowed by those divine beings at the behest of the God of Sorrow. They were the cultivation materials that Lord Kurt had prepared in advance to deal with the darkness, and it seemed that there were quite a few of them.

The island's crops and trade patterns will naturally need to be adjusted.

Ruger wondered if someone like Lord Kurt had become a follower of that person.

What specific changes will occur after becoming a believer?

The Supreme Council will likely pay attention to these matters, especially in another sea area, the vast territory of the Bread God, where wizards and apprentices are concentrated. Naturally, that is where the followers of the Wizard God are most concentrated. Their changes should also be influenced by their god, and their fate is also uncertain. The Supreme Council will naturally make a decision after observation. It is hoped that certain details after they become believers will not be seen as bad signs in the eyes of those wizard masters.

Ruger was still marveling at the different gains from looking at things from different perspectives, so he subconsciously thought of these things as well.

Overall, Ruger didn't think they were in any danger. The wizard god was a smart man who knew what he wanted and wouldn't do anything foolish.

As the carriage came to a stop, Ruger surveyed the group of people inside.

The next period should be a quiet time. Gillian will definitely be working on her third-circle spells. She probably hasn't finished constructing the spells and solidifying the spell slots yet. Valin and Mahama also have their own things to do. As for Lord Zorn, he's probably the busiest one, with quite a few fairies stuffed into his chest hair.

During the most chaotic period in this sea, these witch hunters enjoyed a brief period of peace.

Ruger stepped out of the carriage and strolled down the street. Soon after, the wizard Kurt appeared beside him.

“They’re laughing,” Ruger said.

Kurt nodded, his face full of worry.

“There must be laughter even in times of hardship. They are just vulnerable on a spiritual level. In fact, in other aspects, the strength of ordinary people is no less than that of wizards,” Kurt said softly.

The two chatted as they strolled down the street.

Ruger glanced at Kurt furtively, still unable to resist asking the question that was on his mind.

"Please speak frankly, sir," Kurt said with a wry smile.

"Have you become a follower of that great one?"

Luger turned to look at Kurt.

Kurt gave another wry smile.

"For this, I must apologize to Your Excellency. There are some reports, including my own feelings, that a large part of the knowledge I gained from that person was influenced by the God of Knowledge, and some of the notes I gave him also meet that condition."

As Kurt spoke, he handed over an apology gift.

Ruger paused for a moment, only to see that it was yet another notebook.

(End of this chapter)