Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 37 Remuneration and Advances

"Can you help me remove the mark from the storage bag?" said Ruger.

Baonte shook his head: "No wizard apprentice can do that."

"If possible, I'd like to exchange the reward now." He said tentatively.

In fact, he was far from calm as he appeared. He was feeling both expectant and anxious. He longed for magical knowledge, but also longed to get away from these guys immediately.

"Are you sure?" Baonte looked at him staggeringly.

Ruger nodded again in confirmation. He adhered to the principle of securing his gains. Since he could cash in early, he didn't want to delay. Once he had the goods, he could proactively seek opportunities to leave. The world was constantly changing. No matter what happened, he firmly believed that being a small-headed man hiding away, contemplating and improving himself, would not be the worst option.

Baont produced several books and scrolls.

"I don't have time to teach you what I know now, so you can only choose here. These are the spoils of war during this period. You can choose one to take away." said Baonte.

"Can I ask a question first?" he said.

"of course."

Baonte agreed readily.

"However, among the fifth-level wizard apprentices, I am not considered a polymath. I only focus on the areas I am good at, and I also have some basic common sense knowledge in various fields. I hope you won't embarrass me."

Baonte looked at his small body, as if trying to guess what he could ask.

"I want to contract a companion magical pet, but I have some concerns..."

When Ruger was halfway through his speech, Baonte showed an expression of understanding, as if this was a very common thing and there was no need to continue talking about it.

Baonte looked thoughtful, then began to search, while Ruger waited anxiously by the side.

"This should be a good one. The easiest way to eliminate hidden dangers is to not contract a companion magical familiar. Beastmaster wizards can only truly eliminate hidden dangers after becoming official wizards. Therefore, there is this, the Contract Stone, to satisfy people like you and some apprentices who have just embarked on the path of Beastmaster wizards."

Baonte took out a small diamond-shaped stone.

"This familiar contract stone is pretty good. It's also a recent spoils of war. I don't know much about it, but I know it can withstand five or six attacks before it shatters. If a spellcaster above the level of a formal wizard wants to use a familiar to attack you, it can only withstand one attack. Add it to the normal familiar contract process and put it in your storage bag afterward, or feed it to your familiar to swallow. When it senses it breaking, feed it a new one. Here are two for you."

Baonte took out another diamond-shaped stone and threw both of them to Ruger, as if he looked down on these things. He probably picked them up to exchange for magic stones.

"After this thing comes out, probably few people will use that method anymore," said Baonte.

He took it with joy. The two diamond-shaped stones were black and gray in color, and there was no trace of crystal clearness.

"Pick a spell so we can get out of here."

Baonte placed several books and scrolls in front of him and urged him on. The Gray Long-Neck Saint's shrunken body bent over to become a makeshift table.

Ruger relaxed his mind and flipped through the books one by one, greedily trying to feel the spiritual guidance again.

At the same time, he also thought about the origin of these things. A commission from the so-called Wizard Netley brought a group of wizard apprentices to this inconspicuous corner, either in groups or alone. The discord among the wizard apprentices in private was beyond his imagination. Presumably, when this commission event was about to end, there would be more interesting things and conflicts.

Just as Ruger was about to give up hope and Baont was about to lose his patience, the belated spirit finally knocked on his door. The spirit still loved him. With a sigh, he picked up the book and confirmed the name on it. The cover read "Zero Ring Spell: Demonic Body."

"That's a small spell made from demonized flesh and blood. It increases the caster's resistance to most toxins, makes a person taller, and makes them stronger in a short period of time. Casting requires a trigger and ingredients with a demonic aura. Generally speaking, it's not a mature and excellent spell, a notch below Bull Strength. In my opinion, I wouldn't recommend it. However, you've saved yourself the trouble of finding ingredients. The Demon Skin spell on you has a demonic aura."

As Baonte spoke, he saw that Ruger still hadn't put down the book, so he easily put away the rest of the books and inheritance scrolls.

The burly man didn't notice from his downward perspective that when he talked about using magic to become taller, Ruger's little dog-headed eyes lit up.

"Thank you, I think this is exactly what I need."

Ruger solemnly put the book away. It was not easy to come across a spell that matched his skills, and he was not doing it just to grow taller out of boredom.

Baonte's big hand suddenly grabbed over and lifted him up without Ruger's consent.

Then came the inhuman explosions caused by the stomping of the earth, and the surrounding scenery quickly retreated with the alarming noises. The sudden speed made him feel that his bones were about to fall apart, and he had not yet found his favorite long stick. Fortunately, he had collected two short spears that were quite handy when he collected the clothes.

It seems that this guy Baonte is really anxious. Ruger started to think wildly all the way. This strong man finally caught the snake and must be eager to take the next step. He also wanted to know what the final fate of the cunning snake, the Gray Longneck Saint, would be. Unfortunately, he never had the chance to speak.

After speeding along, he began to see some places where he could recognize the road.

I feel a little more at ease.

Baonte suddenly stopped, and Ruger felt the blood rushing through his body. Before he could recover, he was put on the ground. He sat down, and a solid, non-shaking ground was really a good thing.

"I'm going to be away for a few days, please say hello to the cook for me," said Baonte.

Luger wiped his saliva and looked up, but there was no one in front of him.

Given the tacit understanding between those two, there's no need for a small-headed dog to run errands. So just go your own way.

He immediately gave himself a spiritual boiling, and took out a short spear in his hand. The blessing of the wild bull's power had not yet subsided. Recalling the map in his mind, he chose a direction and started on his way.

It's too dangerous outside and he's too weak. This is what he is thinking at this moment.

No barbecue is as tempting as going home to meditate peacefully.

He walked and stopped along the way, avoiding some obviously dangerous places, and crawled out from the entrance of an inconspicuous small cave area. Looking into the distance, he saw the tall spindle-shaped mushroom again.

Finally back to the kobold's hunting territory.

He wondered if the Lizardmen had continued to invade the Gnoll settlements.

After a short rest, seeing that he had arrived here, he raised his head and drank the other bottle of blood from Dashaheng. With the green potion given by Baonte as the final shield, he could be a little extravagant and make it easier for him to travel later.

I tried to speed up my pace along the way, but it was still obviously much slower than when I came.

He ate the cooked worms as he walked, and planned whether he should go to see the half-man first when he returned. Wizards always give something in return, and since the other party has something in return, they should not mind giving a little more, such as extending their magical little hands to help his torturous injuries recover faster.

(End of this chapter)