Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 472 Friends and Food

The rabbit pushed and resisted while staring wide-eyed around, its two big ears twitching. Of course, its twitching nose was also a given, and it was surprisingly the busiest part of the conversation, because in the distance, three chefs were gathered together late at night, exchanging ideas about food and cooking.

"Oh, the level here is much worse than mine, and it seems a bit smaller, but it's still a pretty good place, and it has that nice smell." The rabbit commented on the bedroom space with a disdainful look, but its eyes were darting around and its ears were twitching.

"Of course, of course it's not as good as your rabbit house."

Luger smiled and led him to where the three chefs were.

Although the rabbit was using boasting and disdain to mask his nervousness, what he said was true. That crevice was specially set up by the rabbit's master, that wizard, and its anchoring position was also very special. Unlike the bedroom space, which was so ethereal, the crevice existed to repair the passage related to the spirit world and suppress the well, so it was naturally much more solid than his bedroom space.

"Brother Luger!"

The kobold girl swung her arms vigorously, holding a large, long-handled spoon in her other hand.

Upon hearing this, the mouse wriggled its plump body and turned around, mimicking Aiskin's actions, raising its two paws and greeting her earnestly.

Big Fool hummed twice while focusing more attention on the strange rabbit.

They all knew that those invited into Ruger's bedroom space were naturally friendly friends, so their gazes were filled with curiosity.

The rabbit was also secretly observing these three furry creatures.

“My good friend, you really didn’t lie to me. They really aren’t those nasty wizards… Oh, sorry, I forgot about you. You’re special,” the rabbit explained.

Big Fool Heng walked over and took the things from Luger's arms. Aiskin had just finished preparing a dish and started serving it on plates according to the number of people. Of course, there were five portions. She seemed very satisfied and was all smiles as she put the food on the plates.

"These are gifts from Lord Tuzel. There's no need to introduce yourselves; you'll get to know each other quickly. These are all special and rare ingredients; you're sure to enjoy them."

Ruger said with a smile.

The mouse was watching him intently. The new ingredients seemed to possess a spiritual aura, which made the mouse stroke its whiskers incessantly.

At that moment, Aiskin handed over the plate.

Everyone accepted them naturally, except for Tuzel, who seemed a little reserved.

But the moment the food entered its mouth, the rabbit's expression changed immediately. Perhaps the initial restraint hadn't completely disappeared, but the deliciousness of the food had already taken center stage, making the rabbit forget everything else.

The rabbit's ears trembled as it ate in small bites, its mouth constantly moving.

“You’re right, my friend, you’re right, oh, and I must thank this strong lady, from now on you are also my friend, Tuzel!”

Tuzel chewed as he spoke, his cheeks bulging.

Luger gradually ceased to be the main character here, and even Aiskin and Big Fool abandoned him.

Several furry creatures of varying heights, builds, and builds gathered together, enjoying the freshly cooked food while discussing their newly acquired ingredients. Rabbit Tuzel naturally lauded his own creations, leaving the other three simple-minded individuals bewildered. However, it must be admitted that Tuzel was quite knowledgeable about the things he had cultivated; at least here, he was the most authoritative expert. With this advice, the three chefs began discussing and researching new dishes.

Ruger gradually retreated to a distance, knowing that Aiskin would definitely leave him a share.

He now has other things to do, such as the time to increase the number of believers in the Spirit Hair for the first time after his ascension.

Tonight is an exciting night, perfect for enjoying delicious food, meeting friends, and studying magic, but definitely not for sleeping.

Ruger arrived at the small experimental corner. The cultivation of spirit hair also needed to be put on the agenda. Only by cultivating more and more, powerful or special spirit hair could he bring out one of the great advantages of his sublimation ritual.

But this is also a long process. The further a wizard goes on the path, the more their strength is accumulated little by little. Even those who rise to fame overnight must have quietly completed their accumulation in a corner where no one was paying attention.

“My master, Miscellaneous Hair Number One obeys your command!” said the great God of Spirit Hair.

Luger awakened him with a surge of mental energy.

These spirit hairs, once on his body, easily fall asleep. Even the first miscellaneous hair, which had become a divine being, was no exception. In fact, it was the king of sleepers. However, Luger liked to quiet it down and was happy to see it quiet.

“Now, let’s try it out and see your limits. You decide the boundaries, but of course, we’ll keep things on the basis of not wasting anything,” Ruger said in a deep voice.

"Of course, my master, I can now feel my limits more clearly, and I will certainly carry out your will. I will slightly reduce the limits in my heart, for my master's wisdom illuminates me..."

As he spoke, Zamao No. 1 came to Luger's lap and began to float around, dividing the area.

Ruger scratched his head, considering whether he should keep plucking at those two legs, since there were also suitable areas on his back.

With the meticulous division of the area by Zamao No. 1, Ruger no longer hesitated, and after this, he decided to let the Zamao continue to live in the bedroom space.

The two had already developed a perfect working relationship.

With a burst of magical energy, he precisely removed a piece of fur. After becoming a first-ring wizard, his control over zero-ring spells became even more precise, especially spells with such high compatibility.

The moment the fur shed, Miscellaneous Fur Number One seamlessly and naturally took over, as if its own force had plucked the fur off.

Looking at it, Luger sensed its confidence and its dedication to numbers.

If it can be completed perfectly, allowing them to retain the spirituality enhanced by the hair removal technique at that moment and complete the awakening of their spirit, then the number of spiritual hairs will reach a very regular and easy-to-remember number.

In the knowledge related to the Ascension Ritual, a more orthodox approach to cultivating spirit hair involves transforming oneself into a unique hairy creature of a certain realm, and then using this as a basis to cultivate the hair that grows on one's body. This approach is more practical and reliable, but it has many limitations. One cannot constantly transform oneself into different monsters in order to explore the direction of spirit hair cultivation. Therefore, this method is generally used by bloodline wizards who go with the flow and use the bloodline they have chosen to conduct some experiments.

"Master! Master!"

The scraggly number one was jumping around in front of him.

Joy overflowed from his body, forming a wondrous fluctuation of spiritual energy.

"Two thousand three hundred hairs! Two thousand three hundred believers, two thousand three hundred little guys full of spirit!" Hairy Number One jumped around, and the spirit hairs followed.

As usual, Ruger cast a large amount of Spirit Hair Nourishment spell, as a way of comforting these little guys and welcoming these newborn creatures.

Then, with another delightful cheek kiss, they finally managed to send these little guys away.

“Except for the hourglass hairs that remain on me, you continue to lead them to live here and enhance their intelligence.”

Ruger had two considerations. First, as a fur herder, the new fur was growing faster, and the crowding of fur on him would affect the growth of the new fur. Second, he wanted to keep a low profile, as it wasn't good to have a bunch of spirit fur and a mixed-fur god on his body.

Ruger's orders were carried out meticulously by Number One, but he left with a clear sense of loss. His hair was in poor condition, bent and drooping, but thankfully not to the point of being knotted.

Leaving the spirits here has another advantage: as the number of living beings increases, it can promote the growth of this space.

(End of this chapter)