Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 30: The Wizard and the Road Ahead

After all the changes that happened here this time, he thought there were two situations that were worth noting.

One was rather embarrassing, and he felt genuinely sorry for it: he had traveled thousands of miles to inherit the estate, only to find the man wasn't dead at all. Fortunately, he'd managed to inherit it, avoiding the embarrassment and wasted journey.

The second is the inexplicably changed smelly skin, which has an effect on this seemingly invisible enemy, but is not strong enough. Perhaps it is due to the enemy's special state, or it may be because the opponent is an apprentice of the extreme wizard. After all, the old apprentices with such titles have good means, and their mental strength must have reached the limit of apprentices.

Of course, the guy in the bead is definitely not in perfect condition. Maybe his strength is only one tenth of what it was before. Only his mental strength can make him a level five wizard apprentice.

Finally, he became a generous and silent person.

Ruger looked up at the donor embedded above and was a little troubled for a moment. In the end, he had to rely on brute force. He inserted the claws of the Black Claw Saint into the wall of the cave, chiseled out a few holes, and used the short spear as a ladder to finally pull this unknown predecessor, who came from nowhere, out of the wall with great effort.

"Your life ends here," he muttered to himself, sighing as he looked at the two halves of the body. This was his first time collecting a corpse. "The insect-man's aunts are more formidable than I imagined. Their attacks were swift and fierce, severing the man right into two. It's a shame about the clothes! No, they should have fit perfectly..."

Ruger picked up half of the robe and measured it. The upper half was only stained with a little blood at the break, which was also easy to clean.

A half-length black robe with one sleeve cut off.

It fit him perfectly, reaching past his knees and just above his ankles. He had to admit that his knees were quite close to his ankles.

What he liked most about the black robe was the attached hood.

He tried on his hat and boots, and it looked like the right outfit.

After some simple tidying up, he buried the other person first, then found a good flat place to sit down and rest, then solemnly took out the storage bag, ready to witness the miracle and get the real gift from the nameless predecessor.

He let out a sigh of relief.

With the strength of the wild bull, he pulled hard with both hands.

Bah!
The sturdy storage bag has followed its owner throughout his life.

Along with the barely visible distortion of space, messy things were scattered all over the ground.

Only the wizard who specialized in the storage bag breaking experiment could come up with that kind of data. He had no idea how much was in the other party's bag, so he had no way of knowing how much was lost when the bag was broken.

The dog-headed man's creed is that if you don't know the loss, you will gain 100%.

The main focus is to provide peace of mind.

He began to search. Even magic stones were of little value to him. Only the scrolls of inheritance and books filled with magical knowledge were what he really wanted. Or even some biographical novels to kill time, which could allow him to understand some aspects of this world.

His hands kept moving, but his heart was getting colder and colder.

All sorts of unfamiliar bottles and jars, filled with disgusting things, which he wouldn't dare or know how to use, and which couldn't be exchanged for magic stones. This kind of stuff took up a lot of space.

There are also various lab notes with inconsistent dates that are difficult to understand.

There were some magic stones, and he sorted out a small pile and put it aside.

In the end, he only found three books that specifically taught spells. What surprised him was that two of them talked about the same spell.

So in the end, he only found two spells, both zero-level spells: Writing and Lightness. The fact that an apprentice to the Ultimate Wizard had these two spells on him was somewhat surprising. After all, he assumed that an apprentice at this level would have tried to study some first-level spells as preparation, and at least carry something to study the powerful zero-level transformation spells that he was proficient in.

Those two books explained the same spell, surprisingly, the spell of handwriting. A cursory glance revealed that one of them contained the research notes of this senior, and it appeared that there were more than one notebook. Perhaps the others were not brought with him, or were lost when the bag was broken. This also suggests that if the spell of lightness was brought with him, he must have also had several research notes, or perhaps other wizard-related works. This senior, Gray Shadow, was researching these two spells for some purpose.

However, with Ruge's limited knowledge, he cannot think of its value at the moment. Perhaps if he goes back and reads these books carefully, he will have some new insights.

After all, both of these spells seemed simple enough: Writing, a zero-level spell.

As the spell is recited, the pen in front of you will come alive. This is a small spell often used to assist in recording during experiments and schoolwork.

Light body technique, zero-ring spell.

It can effectively prevent the caster from falling to their death, making it a very useful spell in the unpredictable terrain of the Underworld, but that's all it is. Note that it is not a first-level Levitate spell, as some idiots always confuse them.

Two is not bad, it’s better than nothing, he comforted himself in his heart.

Since the fifth-level wizard apprentices are studying those two spells, there must be something good about them.

Maybe it can open up new ideas.

Perhaps some wizard apprentices just don't like to bring spell-related books with them when they go out. They only carry the magic stones they have saved and some valuables, or things that are only important to them, such as experimental materials in their research.

This time, Ruger went out to target two closer targets, not only because they were close to the dog-headed people's territory, but also because the two targets were close to each other.

He leaned back to rest, looking at the gray translucent crystal in his hand.

This is also a gift from our predecessors.

At that time, he wanted to throw it into the luxurious tomb of his predecessor, but as if a spiritual light was flashing, he inexplicably changed his mind.

What's the point of this? Should I go back and ask the half-humans? he thought.

Snap! Snap! He was playing with it in his hand when suddenly there was a crisp sound.

"My friend, you're broken again..."

The cracked gray crystal was like a crispy snack, and it shattered into pieces with a light squeeze in the palm of your hand.

He suddenly felt that these scattered things seemed familiar, and gave him a similar feeling to the things attracted when he used the magic scar meditation method to restore his mental strength.

An idea suddenly struck him, and he immediately began to meditate.

Normally, in this state, I could feel the magic mark absorbing invisible things, promoting the recovery of my mental strength. This time, as soon as I began to outline the rune, I saw a group of large and clearly visible light points of various colors appear and flow into the magic mark.

As his mental strength recovered rapidly, images flooded into his mind.

It was like opening a long-awaited biographical novel, but this was better because he was reading a story in person.

Like a silent bystander.

Ruger also saw a flash of himself in it, which seemed to be the most profound scenes in the memory of this predecessor. He didn't expect that he would have the opportunity to participate in the scene with only a brief appearance. The impression left must be too deep.

Gradually, the scenes rotated, and Ruger saw the high-spirited man of his predecessor in his youth, his hideous side as his body was transformed into something inhuman, all kinds of unimaginable pain, and how the wizard tower he belonged to was despised by other wizards because of his crazy actions. He saw that the youthful brilliance in his eyes had disappeared, but all kinds of pain were not the clearest and most profound scenes. His deepest pain was that his path to becoming a formal wizard was blocked and he was unable to make the leap.

The scene gradually changed, with different scenes flashing by one by one, flashing to middle age and then to youth, and finally stopping at adolescence.

That day he received the first gift in his life - a book.

The book tells the legends about the earthly world that he longs for, as well as various fantasies about the earthly world. On the last page of the book, there is a sentence written - only wizards can walk on the earth.

That was the first time the young boy heard the word wizard.

(End of this chapter)