Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 106 Talent and Luck

Crack!

The exquisite wine glass fell to the ground, and the fragments were like scattered petals.

The alcoholic old wizard apprentice walked out leisurely from the shadows behind a pillar.

"Oh, sorry. Once people get old, their hands sometimes seem to belong to someone else. They become less and less useful, and they tend to shake when they see surprising things." The old drunkard said with a smile.

Both of their eyes were drawn to him.

The old man from the Findis family seemed to know the old drunkard. He didn't show any dissatisfaction when he suddenly interrupted him, but he looked a little surprised.

"Put it away! After hundreds of years, the Findis family probably doesn't have many of these sigils left," the old drunkard said with a laugh. "From what I hear, trouble will soon be brewing in Star City. You'll be too busy dealing with it, so save the good stuff."

"I know what you are worried about. I can tell whether he has been possessed by a faceless man. I think you should still trust me, an old man who has come back to die." said the old drunkard.

"Of course, your arrival has brought honor to the Findis family."

The old man from the Findis family holding the Light Stone was surprisingly respectful to the alcoholic wizard apprentice. But even so, he never relaxed his grip on the Light Stone, let alone retracted it.

The old drunkard seemed not to notice these details as he staggered in front of Ruger.

Ruger, who had completely regained his sanity, grinned at him, but the smiling face covered with blood plasma and minced meat made the old man frown.

"It seems that you have a high status in Star City, and the people who recognize you should be the older generation of people in power in such a big family, not the fools of the younger generation." Ruger smiled and raised his foot, kicking Edgar's head away. The power of the dragon-born dog-headed man combined with the blessing of the two spells, the power of the wild bull and the body of the demon, made the head hit the wall with a bang and turned into a dozen pieces of flying meat.

"It's nothing. I'm just a loser, an old guy who ran away to his hometown to die."

The old drunkard said with a smile, and looked at the mess around him.

The old man came closer and said, "I know you weren't affected by those Faceless Men. This shows that your mental strength is very solid. This makes me more confident that you can learn that spell."

Luger looked at him with a smile, knowing that this was not the point.

"These transcendents look insignificant. Perhaps in your eyes, they're no different from ordinary people," the old drunkard said slowly, surveying the remains of the battle around him. "But in a catacombs like this, even a large mercenary group doesn't have many transcendents of this caliber. These individuals are the foundation of some nobles' survival in a region. Of course, the Findis family has other, even stronger transcendents, but the ones who died here today are enough to make them pay a heavy price."

Hearing this, Luger looked around. He'd killed about thirty to forty people today. The exact number was a blur. If he hadn't gone mad, fewer would have died.

"Who are those two guys?" Ruger glanced at the old man in the distance, then asked the old drunkard beside him.

"The Redeemer's Bishop-level monster can no longer be called a human. Normally, there will only be one bishop in a cave area. It is rare to see two appearing here at the same time." said the old drunkard.

Ruger already understood what the old wizard apprentice meant.

But he couldn't help but keep glancing at the stone in the hands of the old man from the Findis family.

"Don't have any evil thoughts, kid. These stones were given to stabilize the situation in the Cavern City during its initial construction. To allow the new Cavern City to breathe and develop, the bloodline of each family was confirmed from the beginning. It's useless if others snatch them away."

The old drunkard's tone was quite helpless.

The old man from the Findis family in the distance was startled.

"Haha, I'm just a little curious." Ruger said with a smile.

The spells cast on him were about to expire, so he simply removed them one by one in advance and took out a robe to change into.

The skinny old man from the Findis family breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the spell on Ruger disappear and he gradually returned to his normal appearance.

Actions speak louder than words. Ruger also understood what the old drunkard meant. The Findis family had even stronger transcendents, and they also had tools like the Light Stone, but they couldn't afford to lose them easily. If they didn't want to pay a higher price, cutting their losses in time was the wisest option.

But Ruge felt that they were still a little confused about his origins, and even the mastermind behind the scenes might think that he had received false information.

Luger decided to tease the guy a little more.

He shook his robe and strode out. When he passed the old man from the Findis family, he reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

"When I get to the Wizarding Realm, I will talk to the one from the Findis family and tell him that the Findis family is doing very well." He said with a smile.

He said and walked out.

The old drunkard looked at the messy hall filled with blood and stench, and followed Ruger's figure out of the way.

With the Dragonborn Gnoll's powerful recovery ability, by the time he walked back to the beast cart, his injuries were basically healed.

He stood there silently, looking at the streets around him as the night deepened, and then looked up at the beginning traces of stars appearing on the dome.

"Young man, give me a ride." The old drunkard said as he got on the animal cart first.

Luger also climbed up.

The animal cart started slowly and drove towards Master Lorigo's manor.

After Ruger entered the carriage, he leaned against a corner of the animal cart and relaxed himself into a puddle.

"Is life difficult for ordinary extraordinary people?" he said.

In the previous farce, before he lost his mind, he heard Edgar's words of encouragement to the extraordinary people. From them, he could infer that some of the extraordinary people were not from his family, and he could also infer that some of the extraordinary people were not living well.

"Hehe, at least it's better than ordinary people." The alcoholic old wizard apprentice leaned on the other side of the carriage, took out another glass of wine and began to taste it.

Judging from the contents of the glass, it seemed to be the stock from the previous cocktail party.

"Some people have to rely on three generations of their grandparents and grandchildren to collect a set of fighter potions. Although the junior fighters are only the lowest level of extraordinary people, they are much more comfortable than ordinary mercenaries. As long as they don't die soon, it is enough to change the fate of the whole family." The old man drank the wine in the glass.

"If it's a spellcaster like the Gem Summoner, that would be even better. I used to be a Gem Summoner, and I was so happy that I couldn't sleep for several days..."

The old man looked up at the roof of the animal cart, as if lost in some memories.

Ruger looked at him and wanted to say that in his hometown, people who were always lost in memories would really be at the end of their lives.

"You should be a fifth-level wizard apprentice, right? Your talent should not be bad." Ruger said.

What he meant was, how could he become a gem summoner.

"Who's bad? Of course not! I'm a genius. If I'm bad, it's just my bad luck." The old man took out another cup and took a sip. "In my prime years, I inexplicably fell seriously ill. It took over a year to recover. That illness made me miss the once-a-decade talent test. After recuperating for over a year, I became a mercenary in my teens, traveling back and forth between the various cave cities. Later, I became a Gem Summoner, and only then did I feel better."

"By the time of the next talent test, I was already an adult in my twenties. Ten years had passed, but I was still the best. I used my hard work and talent to catch up with the wasted ten years. Back then, I was still young and the pride of this Starry City. I was the only one who had left this city and was going to become a formal wizard. Everyone in the city knew my name, but unfortunately, I was always just a little bit short, always just a little bit short, just a little bit away from becoming a formal wizard."

The old drunkard curled his lips and savored the wine in his hand.

"I've tried three advanced rituals to become a full-fledged wizard, but all failed. If I hadn't fallen ill and missed the test, if I hadn't wasted those ten years, if I had made up my mind to use the transformation ritual that consumed my vitality the first time, if I had progressed a little faster, perhaps everything would have been different."

(End of this chapter)