Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 475 Service and Sharing a Drink

A dimly lit corner of the tavern.

"Lord Kurt is truly remarkable." Mahama put down his wine glass and looked around.

They walked from their lodgings as if climbing a staircase of emotions, and the starting point wasn't as low as they had imagined. As they arrived at this corner, the people in the tavern, though not as lively as before, were still chatting and laughing.

Of course, there's a reason for this: fine wine.

"An excellent god, an excellent lord with some unique ideas, and a wizard who has successfully risen through the ranks—in every respect, he is an excellent fellow."

Ruger smiled and picked up the wine glass in front of him.

"Oh, by the way, he's also an excellent blacksmith," Ruger added with a smile.

Mahama gave him a puzzled look.

“However, I believe that even if Kurt had stood in front of your teacher decades ago at the age of eighteen, he would not have been chosen as a disciple. So, Mahama, you are the true genius recognized by the wizard, at least on the path of wizardry,” Ruger joked, holding up his wine glass. “So, Mahama, who is also very excellent, could you tell me exactly what you want to do?”

Mahamat was very candid when teased.

"From childhood to adulthood, only my teachers thought I was a genius."

As he spoke, he shrugged his broad shoulders, and the large black wooden wine glass in his hand looked like a small teacup for afternoon tea.

Ruger savored the tartness in his cup while listening quietly.

"As you might have guessed, becoming a demon hunter wizard, coming to the Endless Sea for training, and incidentally searching for a strange fish called the Hundred-Fold Demon Fish—all of this... is preparation for my advancement. This is also my teacher's guidance to me. I have always followed my teacher's arrangements and listened to his advice."

Mahama took a sip and placed the glass on the table.

"So, you're going to be a rebellious apprentice this time?" Ruger raised an eyebrow, a mischievous grin creeping onto his face.

Suddenly, the sourness in the cup tasted even better.

Mahama couldn't help but twitch her lips, but the smile wasn't the self-satisfied smile of Ruge, nor was it a deep bitterness; rather, it seemed like a sense of relief.

"Stop teasing me."

The big man spoke in a deep voice, then raised his hand and ordered two more glasses of wine.

“The Pleated Demon Fish is a material I need for my ascension ritual, and its superior alternative is a peculiar demon, the Hundred-Faced Demon,” Mahama said.

"So, you have a lead? We're going to the Abyss to find that Hundred-Faced Demon?" Ruger smacked his lips and took another small sip.

Mahama rubbed the rim of his wine glass with his thick fingers, then shook his head upon hearing this.

This action startled Ruger; things seemed to be getting out of control, a feeling he had an instinctive premonition.

"During a casual chat after drinking, my teacher mentioned that my sublimation ritual doesn't actually need any superior or inferior substitutes, but rather a special environment where all materials can be discarded, and the sublimation ritual can be completed in an alternative way to achieve the best results, so that the sublimation ritual itself can be changed."

As the big guy spoke, he unconsciously exerted force with his hands. Although he stopped in time, he still managed to tear off a piece from the edge of the cup.

Did they mention it casually after drinking?
Ruger blinked. Ever since witnessing the work of these elderly wizards, Ruger had become skeptical of their unintentional actions.

It's likely that the teacher knew his disciple Mahamat was a stubborn, big guy. If he were given a choice, he probably wouldn't think about himself first, but rather how to please his teacher.

Although the choices may be the same, they are fundamentally very different.

The big guy was now completely following his own inner desires. Ruger held the cup to his lips, glanced at Mahama, and wondered what kind of special environment it would be.

"The demons are also changing, or rather, the abyss is changing. For an unknown period of time, the demons have stopped leaving the abyss to wreak havoc and offer pain and destruction. Gradually, the battles between the demon lords have increased, and the environment I need is the battlefield of demons' flesh and blood... I will find an opportunity when the blood and flesh of demons cover the earth, and that will be the time for my advancement," Mahama said.

"Cover the entire earth?" Ruger raised an eyebrow.

“Well, it’s just a rhetorical device. Of course, if it could really cover the entire earth, the effect of the sublimation ceremony would be even better,” Mahama said.

Ruger leaned against the table and scratched his head.

This sounds pretty far-fetched, with things like demon lords and battlefield advancement.

"How confident are you?" Ruger looked at him suspiciously.

The big man stretched out a large hand in front of Ruger.

“Back then, my curiosity led me to ask my teacher many questions, so I was somewhat prepared,” Mahama said.

Fifty percent?

Doesn't that just mean it depends on luck?
Ruger began to understand the meaning of this large hand in his own way.

Furthermore, while this is said to be one thing, in practice, many stages and many specific things will emerge. Each stage has its own threshold, and there may be unexpected events. Every step will present new challenges.

His eyes suddenly lit up.

"I wonder how good your Abyss language is?" Ruger asked.

Just as Mahama was about to speak, seeing Rug's smiling face, she seemed to have made a connection to something and immediately opened her mouth wide.

“How about we choose a gentler approach, at least for now?” Ruger looked at him and said with a smile, “We’ll go and fight for the demon lord, serve him. You should know that although my Demon Skinning technique isn’t as sophisticated as yours, I also possess a method to disguise myself as a demon. Demon Skinning is probably your fixed spell, and my method is also a fixed spell, so we can maintain this without any interruption…”

Ruger continued.

"Perhaps, we could actually go and fight for the demon lord, and experience the life of a demon. Of course, we can't face the lord directly, otherwise we might be exposed."

The more Ruge spoke, the wider Mahama's eyes widened.

If it really comes to fruition, then this method of disguising oneself as a demon can solve all the problems in the early stages. By integrating into the battlefield, they themselves are the flesh and blood of the demons, a part of the battlefield. Moreover, his suggestion is not a reckless move. When he helped Karyu run errands in the abyss before, Karyu had warned him that some low-level guys wouldn't be able to see through it. His current disguise is already a level higher, or even more than a level higher. Even a slightly smarter demon should be able to fool him for a while.

Mahama blinked her big eyes, then fell into deep thought, seemingly considering its feasibility, and also thinking about the information in her memory.

Ruger watched with a smile, saying nothing, and silently drank his wine.

After a long time.

Mahama raised his glass.

Seeing this, Ruger also raised his half-empty glass of sour wine.

The two cups gently clinked together in mid-air.

Then they each drank it down in one gulp.

(End of this chapter)