Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 2 Man and Dog

A vigorous meal ended.

I don’t know if it was dinner, breakfast, or lunch, but it was a delicious meal.

Ruger rested his head on the black book, crossed his legs, swung his little feet twice and paused for a moment, then pulled off a thin grass stalk from the edge of his grass skirt and continued to swing his dirty feet while picking his teeth.

He performed exceptionally well at this meal and ate half a fat worm.

He has been trying to eat more and sleep more in order to be taller and stronger, but unfortunately the process of eating and sleeping and sleeping and eating is never smooth. Fortunately, he later picked up this precious book.

He felt that the black covers on both sides of the book were made of some kind of insect shell.

Suddenly there was a sound of footsteps.

Echoing in the cave that stretches in all directions.

Luger sat up slowly and reached for his usual long stick.

The pleasant time after the meal ended inexplicably.

The footsteps were not noisy, but sounded like the rapid beat of a drum, which meant that there was only one person coming, and he was very anxious.

He held his breath, erected his missing ear, and pressed his back against the wall of the cave.

But gradually, he relaxed again.

As if to confirm the guess in my heart, the familiar voice immediately sounded.

"Brother Luger, I knew you would be here. Are you full?"

The figure stopped in front of him. It was a dog-headed person who was also wearing a grass skirt. Although it was a dog-headed person, let's call her a girl.

A kobold girl who was taller than him.

"Aiskin, I told you, you don't have to run when you come to my place."

He looked at the dog-headed girl angrily.

This is very scary, as he is a little dog-headed man with nervous breakdown who often loses hair due to insomnia.

"Oh, because, happy!"

The dog-headed girl Aisijin did not speak fluently, and her inverted words often made Ruger tired of listening to her.

This is the result of chatting with him frequently. In the past, when I wanted to express something, I was so anxious that I wanted to pull out the dog hair on both sides of my head.

She was already another rare gem among this group of kobolds. He even suspected that she came from another world like him. Unfortunately, it turned out that he was overthinking it. The kobold girl only behaved like a human when she was with him. Cruelty and bloodiness were her other side.

"We have a master now! A powerful, strong, and wise master! The Grey Long-Neck Saint!" The dog-headed girl, Ai Sijin, was so excited that she spoke incoherently. She paused as if to organize her words, then continued, "The master wants to meet all the dog-headed people now. Everyone, Brother Ruger, let's go and greet the Saint together..."

He looked at the excited ogre girl and was a little confused for a moment.

His mouth was slightly open, and he was silent, as if he was frozen in time.

Oh, so that's it. It turns out that I am not a qualified dog-headed man yet and I don't consider myself a dog-headed man yet, he thought.

This difference is not about whether the hair sheds or whether it is infested with insects, but about the thoughts and the fundamental difference in thinking patterns.

He just wanted to eat well, sleep well, and improve his skinny and weak body. He had no desire to find a master, or even if the tribe had a so-called master, he wouldn't show up at the gathering, preferring to continue his journey alone.

But Aisijin obviously didn't think so. She pulled him to see his master. She ran all the way to share the joy in her heart with this good friend, the only friend among the dog-headed men with whom she could chat. She was genuinely happy.

There are naturally quite a few of these dog-headed men entrenched here, but by the standards of dog-headed men, they are only a small tribe.

To be precise, they were a small ethnic group that was expelled after failing in the competition and came here to reproduce and survive.

The legendary powerful Gnoll tribe served a majestic dragon. The sparks from the dragon's breath could melt rocks. Those Gnolls were taller than ordinary Gnolls, with thick and powerful tails. They were no longer just covered with patches of hair, but had scales similar to those of a dragon.

All of this was in Ruger's mind, as if it were engraved in every dog-headed man's mind from birth.

As exiles eliminated from the competition, they don't even have any mines to mine.

"Now?" he said.

His curiosity kept him taking a look.

Ai Sijin nodded vigorously, looking really happy.

The so-called serving the master means that while receiving protection, the dog-headed people need to hunt and offer food to the master. This is the most basic rule.

"What does the Holy Lord look like? He won't eat us in one bite, will he?"

He stroked the hair on his chin and tilted his head to look at Aisijin, trying to instill some concern in his friend. He believed she possessed a unique ability to think, unlike other kobolds, but was momentarily overwhelmed by her joy. Weak kobold tribes generally served masters who were often intelligent and powerful subterranean beasts, and their protection was merely a way to bolster their courage.

They had a Holy Lord before, that powerful master, who was said to have been stabbed to death with short spears by a group of lizardmen during a conflict. Ruger did not witness it, and only remembered that it was called Black Long Hair or Black Tooth Holy Lord.

"Maybe I should like it as much as you do, but every time before I can love it, it has a new owner," he said.

Upon hearing this, Ai Sijin fell into deep thought.

Ruger just tilted his head and looked at her quietly.

Ai Sijin suddenly stuffed something into his hand, then took a step forward, walking farther and farther away in silence. However, unlike when she ran here, this time she walked very slowly.

It was not until Aisijin's figure completely blended into the darkness and the dog-headed man could no longer see its outline that he lowered his head to look at the thing in his hand.

It was a neat and shiny insect shell, probably a gift prepared for him by Ai Sijin.

Little episodes are the spice of life.

He arranged the insect shells and chose the most suitable and beautiful position.

The position happened to be the right size, and after slightly adjusting the angle it was exactly right. It made people feel comfortable when they put it on. They placed it carefully, and the simple action seemed like a big thing.

Ruger studied it and raised an eyebrow.

Be stunned for a moment.

He followed the plan and continued with the bedtime preparations he had repeated countless times, opening the thick black-covered sleep guide.

Just one look at it and my heart calmed down.

It was quieter than ever.

At that moment, he became the center of the world, as if he was the only one in this dark world.

The words and patterns that he had read countless times twisted in front of him as usual, but this time they faded away unconsciously. When he came to his senses, he felt as if he was rising. The distance between him and the pages did not change, but it seemed as if a strange perspective was rising from the top of his head.

A faint light flashed in the book, and the feeling of flying in the clouds disappeared instantly, and consciousness fell back with a bang.

At the same time, he opened his eyes which he had closed at some point.

The moment before he opened his eyes, he saw a quiet space with a calm sea.

"Magic Scar Meditation Method."

Ruger muttered to himself, gently stroking the cover of the black book with his scarred and stained hands.

He finally recognized the words on it.

After the flash of light, he gained some kind of inheritance. He not only recognized the characters, but was able to speak and write them in an instant.

"The common language of the Catacombs? Wait, it seems like it can no longer help me fall asleep. I probably won't have time to sleep anymore..."

He was grinning with his teeth bared, there was no regret in his words, and his eyes were wide open, as if glowing.

He held a small, angular, long object in his hand. He had picked it up together with the black book. He had never known its purpose, but he had kept it well and not thrown it away casually.

He knew its usefulness at that moment.

The long object looked like a piece of white jade with ten small dots on it, each dot representing a standard amount of mental power.

This is a device used to test the mental strength of wizard apprentices. If one successfully practices the magic mark meditation method in the Black Book, he can become a wizard apprentice.

Although I still don't understand what a wizard's apprentice is.

But he knew this was an opportunity, so he followed the instructions in his mind, gripping one end of the white stone bar tightly and concentrating his mind. The stone emitted a soft, faint white light, but not a single dot on it lit up.

This shows that he has not yet reached the mental strength standard of a first-level wizard apprentice.

He opened the black book and read carefully from the first page.

The spiritual power space is also known as the meditation space. People who successfully open the meditation space and see the spiritual power sea are already prepared and have the conditions to practice meditation. However, the impact of opening the meditation space will make people's spirit extremely tired. It is not suitable to start meditation for the first time at this time and they need to rest for at least one day.

He read the book's description of the meditation space and the sea of ​​​​spiritual power, and combined it with his own experience, he felt that it was indeed correct. He indeed had the conditions.

But what was inconsistent was that he didn't seem tired at all, and was even very energetic.

You can start practicing meditation right now.

(End of this chapter)