Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 19 Heat Wave and Miracle

Ruger actually wanted to ask how long it took other wizard apprentices to learn a non-matched zero-level spell. Kalu's diary was almost entirely about himself, with too few reference examples to compare. Furthermore, Kalu firmly believed he was a genius. His confusion stemmed from the mysteries of magic and the high demands he always placed on himself.

Ruger recalled the description of the Awakening Potion in the diary and found that the half-human might be more powerful than he imagined. The disadvantages of the Awakening Potion are not so easy to solve. A mental potion with no side effects that can be used during the apprenticeship can definitely make a lot of money.

The half-man should no longer be interested in the few magic stones he earned from the wizard apprentice. There must be a lot of good things in his storage bag, and a lot of magic stones are piled in a corner of the spacious storage bag.

Instead of being like me, where it’s so crowded even after fitting a few bugs in, Ruger thought.

Since he didn't give away the insect in his hand, he had to take it back himself.

He didn't really care whether the fat meatworms stunk or not. What amused him was that the half-man could still smell them. Did this mean that the half-man was still a living, normal person? It seemed his nose wasn't quite working, though. The half-man expressed curiosity about the bugs' odor, but only noticed it after sitting up.

He really wanted to climb up the big rock from the side and take a look at the half-missing brain.

Strictly speaking, half-humans, like him, are beyond the scope of ordinary people and are monsters in the eyes of ordinary people.

However, a powerful wizard like Half-Man, even if he looks scary, is missing a head, or even becomes even scarier, should not be blocked from entering those spacious and bright underground cities.

So just think of a way and work hard to become a wizard.

Being strong is the way to gain respect, but also the passport to being unscrupulous.

Maybe by then he will be strong enough and won't be interested in living in those underground cities anymore.

He bit down hard on the worm, causing juice to splatter.

Eat while walking.

As he was lost in thought, he unknowingly came to a familiar intersection that he had not been to for a long time. It was the hot spring that he had been thinking about. If he walked a little further in, he could feel the warmth.

I didn't expect that I could get here by walking like that just now.

He looked at the half-eaten worm in his hand.

I decided to reward myself before I immersed myself in studying spells. Anyway, there were still a lot of insects in the storage bag, so I could get some more cooked insects to take back and give a few to Aisijin. She would definitely be very happy.

He didn't even eat the half-eaten worm in his hand and groped forward cautiously.

This place wasn't generally popular with underground beasts, but nothing in the world was foolproof; perhaps there were some unusual beasts with special preferences. So, even though he'd previously enjoyed cooked food, he didn't dare come often. This place wasn't warm, but rather sweltering with rising mist, like a natural steamer. Within the cavern were hundreds of hot springs, large and small, that seemed to cycle through time, reaching their highest point and then dropping. But even at its lowest, it wasn't a place where ordinary people could stay for long.

He walked into the cave and found a hot spring mouth that was only as thick as his waist. This was exactly the size he wanted, safe and efficient.

One after another, the color-changing flesh worms emitted a strange meaty aroma.

I wonder what those powerful wizards eat. Are there some delicacies that ordinary people will never be able to eat in their lifetime?

Wow! Wow!

Ruger's hair stood on end.

Even in this scorching heat, he couldn't stop the chill from running down his spine.

The sound was nearby, behind me, in the direction of a large hot spring that I remembered.

You know, this is a place that Gnolls and Lizardmen are usually unwilling to get close to instinctively. Liking warmth doesn't mean liking to suffocate themselves.

He slowly turned his neck.

A pair of eyes met his gaze through the steaming and twisting vapor.

The two are quite close.

He imitated the ogre in his tribe, let out a strange cry and ran out, and before getting up, he did not forget to hold the last half-cooked worm in his hand.

So, the pointy-eared creature is female! And this time, looking closer, it doesn't seem quite as dark as it used to be. Dark gray? He thought. When we first met, he'd only thought she was beautiful, but he couldn't really tell if she was a man or a woman. Of course, he couldn't really see clearly this time; the steam was only swirling because of her movements, and most of her body was underwater.

But this elf is really a monster. He wouldn't even dare to boil the bugs for so long while diving and bathing in a place like this.

He had been squatting here cooking the insects, but for a while, it was obvious that the other party had dived down before him.

Now I just hope that the other party will see that he is just a stupid little dog-headed man and not chase him to kill him, so that everyone can be safe. Otherwise, this little dog-headed man is not someone to be trifled with. It was all unintentional, so he is justified and will not compensate even a single worm.

When he chose the location of the hot spring, he considered that it should be closer to the cave entrance.

Three steps followed by two steps.

The passage outside the cave can be seen through the fog.

"If you take another step, be prepared to encounter the stomachs and excremental openings of the underground beasts. I will keep you awake, soak you in a stiffening potion, and then feed you to the underground beast that digests food the slowest. If you survive, I will continue to feed you... until you no longer appear intact..."

The elf's words were like a chisel, chiseling his ears, and the content really broadened his horizons.

As she spoke, she was already not far away.

Ruger looked at her. She was not in a hurry to put on her clothes, but just walked leisurely in front of him.

He stared at the other person, moved his short legs, and slowly retreated towards the cave entrance behind.

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in you."

As she spoke, she was already a few steps away from him and stopped in front of him. The swirling pale mist surrounded the elf's cool black figure.

Ruger immediately knelt on the ground, raised his hands high, and screamed out a long string of dog-headed people's words.

Basically, it is the same rhetoric used by those who worship the powerful and strong, who are frightened and subdued, and who worship the Holy Lord.

"It will do you no good to try and provoke me. I have never heard of a kobold wearing a storage bag around his waist."

She spoke in the common language of the catacombs, and before she even finished her words, she had already successfully interrupted Ruger's kobold-like barking.

He simply brushed the dirt off his knees with his hands, stood up silently and waited for the verdict.

"Interesting……"

The dark gray elf folded his arms across his chest and walked in circles around Luger.

"I've heard before that some crazy people would experiment on themselves, taking the untried bloodline fusion route, but I never thought... someone would transform themselves into a kobold! What a bold guy."

The female elf began to criticize.

"Miracle!"

"What are you going to do next? Reverse the dragonborn kobolds and turn them into pure-blooded dragons? That's not an easy path to take..."

She finally stopped circling, but she was still looking him up and down.

"Beautiful lady, you might consider putting on your clothes first. That way you will look more elegant. Although I am a small-headed man, I am also an elegant gentleman. Please do not ignore me."

Luger finally couldn't stand it anymore.

He had already seen that this woman was not one of the wandering slave hunters of the dark elves that Old Gold Tooth had mentioned, but a legitimate wizard.

As for how strong he was, whether he was a formal wizard or a wizard apprentice with relatively high strength, that was beyond the ability of a dog-headed man like him to tell.

But he could be sure of one thing, that this man's eyesight was not as good as the half-man's. The half-man could tell at a glance that he was not a modified dog-headed man.

(End of this chapter)