Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 21 Wrong Misunderstandings and Right Misunderstandings

The sparkling eyes that suddenly appeared so close to him made his heart twitch, and for a moment he felt that his life was in danger.

"You, what's your secret?" she whispered.

His thoughts raced, and he slowly opened his mouth.

"Wait, don't be impatient..." She stopped him again, extending a finger in front of him and saying, "I just learned a new secret technique that I haven't used yet. Cooperate with me. Use this finger as an imaginary target, extend your mental power, and feel the shape of the mental power I gather there. This way, by sensing the fluctuations of mental power, you can determine whether you've encountered a despicable person full of lies... I heard this test is very accurate."

He hesitated for a moment.

Are you sure this isn't just a prank? Who taught you that? What does that lip shape, formed by spiritual energy, mean? It's invisible without spiritual perception. Is this just some wizardly flirtation? He wondered.

"I also have an interesting little test. If you can pass it, we can chat then. Let me tell you in advance that if you fail, you will feel a little uncomfortable, but don't get angry. People who are often angry are prone to wrinkles." He said calmly.

"Okay, how do I start?"

The female elf was eager to try.

"Well, it's over..."

He had covered the entire three-way large living room with his foul-smelling skin, using the form of malicious feedback, but it was not triggered by the malice.

"You're kidding me! Huh? I seem to sense a faint fluctuation of magic. Your method is very secretive! It must be a spell that has been optimized many times, or mastered to perfection, with a very high degree of compatibility... So, did I pass the test?" she said.

No matter what the other person says, as long as there is no malicious intent, it's fine.

He did not expect that the stinking skin could kill as many enemies as it did against the lizardmen, so his original intention was not to knock down the opponent, but to test his malice.

Ruger directly extended his mental power and touched the other person's fingertips, responding to her question with this direct action.

"I'm just an ordinary little dog-headed man."

"A while ago, I was still worried about food. I was always hungry, which was not a pleasant feeling. Although kobolds won't die of starvation easily, it only prolongs the pain."

"Also, Aisijin is indeed my friend. Although she's not pretty in your opinion, I think so too. It's normal. But please don't call her ugly in a harsh tone. That would make me very unhappy. She's just a simple-minded kobold..."

Every time he spoke, the elf's eyebrows would raise slightly at a small angle, until the angle grew larger and larger, forming three wrinkles.

"You didn't tell a lie."

The female elf's expression seemed to be even more surprised after hearing the truth.

"No, you... used some method to deceive yourself into preferring to starve and become a kobold. But what are you doing here? Are you really just researching bloodlines? Or do you also want to enter that city? Are the kobolds here related to that city?"

"Perhaps I misunderstood you from the beginning! You came here to accept the mission from Master Wizard Nitli, right? And then you mixed in with the kobolds and waited for an opportunity?"

"We chased those bugs for a long time before we got here..."

The elf-woman looked him over.

"A strange wizard of kobold blood, who happened to appear in this place, is actually making friends with ordinary kobolds with genuine feelings. Anyone who sees this will be curious. I'm just a little more curious, so please don't blame me for being rude." Her eyes sparkled as she leaned closer again. "You must know some secrets, right? After all, you are so strange."

"I can consider giving you some magic stones," she said with a smile. "Sometimes, it's hard to accomplish things alone. It requires some cooperation, just like those kobolds."

Luger was very excited.

He really wanted the magic stone, or something else, like books on magic, but he didn't dare to move, talk, or even think about it.

"You have a lot of company?" he said.

He wanted to explain his own affairs, but found that he had no idea where to start. Spells, meditation and the storage bag were all difficult to sort out, unless he involved the half-human in the topic, but he felt that might cause more trouble.

"Not companions, just people who go with you on missions. Of course, there are some people like you who are always missing and like to travel alone. I wonder if they are still alive."

Her words reminded Ruger of the little crying bug man.

The guess in my mind is basically certain. The little crying bug is being hunted by a group of female elves. She can hang around nearby, so she must know that the little bug has appeared nearby.

The map that the little bug man gave him, the wizard legacy he had been waiting for for a long time, might have come from her companions or lone travelers.

"It's boring. Just forget it if you don't say anything."

She stood up again, as if she had lost interest and was about to leave.

"By the way, be careful with your little dog-headed man tribe. Those lizardmen are expanding like crazy. The abundance of food is causing changes in their bodies. Gestation periods are becoming more frequent, and the number of eggs in each clutch is increasing. There's also a nasty guy using magic to ripen them, probably trying to force them to do something. Maybe the number of those lizardmen can double in just a few dozen days."

The information that the female elf casually revealed was enough to cheer Ruger up.

"Since you like playing here, then be serious and don't let your clan be wiped out so easily! It would be best if you could beat up that annoying guy at the same time."

The female elf returned to her cold and aloof appearance.

"That person is better than you?" he said.

She smiled and said, "I just think he stinks. Teaching him a lesson would only make me smell bad. Although he is also a fifth-level wizard apprentice, he is not qualified to be compared with me. He can't even arouse my curiosity."

She said as she leaned over to look into Ruger's eyes again.

Ruger had to take action to remove the two stubborn eye boogers at the corners of his eyes to avoid ruining the atmosphere of their eye contact.

"Actually, I stink too, but you just don't smell it," he said.

After wiping the eye boogers, I blinked and there was no one in front of me.

He suddenly realized something.

A fifth-level wizard apprentice?

Is she also a wizard apprentice?
Since they were all wizard apprentices, what about the map the little bug man gave him? Could the long-awaited wizard legacy also belong to the wizard apprentice? As this thought came to him, he suddenly felt that it was almost certain. Maybe the little guy hadn't deliberately deceived him. In the eyes of the little bug man, powerful wizards and wizard apprentices were no different. They were both pursuers who could kill his aunt and uncle.

Then again, perhaps the apprentice's legacy is more suitable for him. At this point, he can only comfort himself in this way.

He wondered how powerful a fifth-level wizard apprentice would be.

I wondered if they could withstand the stench of skin. Since everyone was using zero-level spells to make a living, for the apprentices themselves, the difference was in mental strength and temporary spell slots. If a conflict arose and they couldn't resolve the other side immediately, the disparity between high-level and low-level apprentices would gradually become apparent. As for material possessions, that was harder to predict. For example, he only had a pair of homemade shorts.

Placing the crystal lamp upright in the corner, he took out his book and slowly turned to the page he had last read. Don't panic when you encounter something; learn some magic to calm your nerves.

(End of this chapter)