Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 38 Gifts and Kisses

When Ruger returned to his large three-way bedroom, he felt as if he was in another world for a moment.

Tired? In pain? Sleepy?

He decided to go find the half-man immediately. He wanted this kind of natural effect of embarrassment without any exaggerated acting. He had not closed his eyes to rest on the whole way, and was relying on his boiling spirit to keep going. He even planned to have a good sleep when he came back. Now he thinks it is completely unnecessary. A man should keep his word. Since the half-man said that he would go to see him after he learned the magic skin technique, he has been delayed for so long, so he should not delay it any longer.

He looked down at his robe and boots, thought for a moment, and put them one by one into his storage bag. He took a spare animal tooth stick from the cave, carried it on his shoulder, and staggered towards the direction he remembered.

After walking for a while in this familiar yet unfamiliar passage, he thought of the little crying bug man and simply picked up the breeding bag and shook it in front of his eyes.

"You have to work hard! Come out quickly. I don't know what you look like yet. I'll wait for you for a while. If you don't come out by then, I'll have to find another companion magical pet..."

He spoke as if coaxing a child while pacing back and forth. He felt much more relaxed after returning to the familiar place.

The breeding bag also responded by shaking twice. I wonder if it understood a few words.

He walked fast and slow along the way, and it took him almost half the time as usual before he saw the big rock again.

When he arrived at the place, he said nothing and directly empowered the spell model and used the magic skin spell.

A half-human figure emerged, still sitting in the same position as last time.

It still had the same eyes that wouldn't blink, half of its head was missing, and its face was still expressionless.

Everything is still so harmonious.

"It seems that you are already a real wizard apprentice, scarred little dog-headed man..."

The voice was still transmitted through the peculiar application of mental power. I didn't know when I would hear the half-human move his mouth and speak.

Ruger put on a miserable look, but actually he looked miserable just by standing there relaxedly.

"I met a wizard apprentice who could throw out a bunch of fire bombs with a wave of his hand. Fortunately, I had the magic skin spell materials you gave me, otherwise I would have been burned to death by him." He stroked his broken hair.

"Is there already a wizard apprentice around here?" said the half-man.

Ruger thought of the female elf he had met before and nodded affirmatively.

As he spoke, a bottle of medicine floated over and stopped in front of Luger.

He blinked at the potion, then took it with both hands, clenching it in his fist. This potion was also dark green, and looked identical to the one Baonte had given him. It looked like a common, mainstream recovery potion. He had originally expected the half-man to give him something more advanced.

A thought came into his mind.

"That was a wounded apprentice. I finally defeated him with a short spear. This is his storage bag. Can you help me erase his mark?"

He put away the potion, took out a blood-stained storage bag, and tried to make a request.

Ruger still remembered that when he got the storage bag he was using now, the half-man told him to erase the mark on the storage bag.

Luger held the storage bag in both hands.

The half-man didn't respond. An invisible wave appeared in Luger's hand, causing the storage bag in his palm to jump slightly, and then it returned to calm. It was as if he had just done something ordinary, and it also shattered some of Luger's assumptions.

For a moment, he thought that the half-man might also be a wizard apprentice, not as high-ranking as he had imagined before. Maybe he was also like Baonte and the others, and came here for the commission of the wizard Nitli.

"An interesting little thing, just like you." said the half-man.

An object slightly smaller than a thumb appeared in front of Ruger. It had neat lines, a square shape, and all kinds of strange patterns and numbers.

"This is the interesting little gift. Simply put, it is a wonder."

Half-man's words only earned Luger a confused look.

He wanted to reach out and take it, but for the first time he failed. The little thing seemed to be fixed in mid-air.

As he looked at it, he suddenly felt that this thing looked familiar. It seemed to be a strange-looking dice.

"Once you grab it, you can't let go. You can put it in your storage bag. There's a weak layer of space separating it. But don't take it out and play with it lightly, lest you drop it," the half-man said. "It's called the Devil's Dice. It's a rare artifact formed by six playful little demons under extremely special circumstances. These six very special little demons have endowed this dice with special powers. A rare artifact is something of a unique and high status that cannot be replicated."

"In other words, as long as you roll it, it will be effective against a regular wizard, even a great wizard, provided you are lucky enough and have the opportunity to attack a great wizard."

As the half-man paused, Ruger finally had time to blink his dry eyes.

He wasn't overwhelmed by the magical gift. His first thought was that it was definitely very expensive, very precious, and he couldn't afford it. Furthermore, there was absolutely no reason for a half-human to give him such a thing for nothing.

So, he didn't say anything, and like a good baby, waited for the next step that was bound to come from the half-man.

Before he could continue, the dice floated into his hand. Recalling what he had just heard, he hurriedly grasped it tightly.

The moment he held it, the idea of ​​how to use the dice came to his mind.

The material of the dice feels like metal and bone, and is said to have magical and powerful abilities, but in Ruger's opinion, it is a bit trivial, and has the mischievousness of those six playful little devils. First, kiss the six sides of the dice in turn, and then you can become the master of the dice, but being the master is not all good things.

When the dice is thrown, the owner of the dice is waiting for the turning point of fate.

The first four points on the dice will cause the target he wants to give the dice to suffer temporary blindness, panic, dancing, and laughter of the corresponding points according to the will of the dice owner. This is what Ruger thought was a trivial matter when he first saw it, but it is also terrifying upon closer inspection. It has its own judgment. For example, it can even cause people with poor willpower to become permanently blind, make people with psychological trauma so frightened that they can hardly move, or even frightened to death, make lazy people jump to the point of exhaustion and near death, and make grieving people laugh until they suffocate.

Everything seems to be in order, but there is no reason at all.

The other two sides made Ruger's hands tremble.

If you roll five or six, both sides belong to the owner of the dice, which means there is a great chance that, once rolled, you will be lucky enough to invite a demon who happens to be looking into the distance for an impromptu deal. The dice will choose demons who like to have fun, and the stupid and brute-force ones will never be chosen by the dice.

This form of transaction cannot be refused, and theoretically both parties are equal, but people who trade with the devil always have bad endings. The devil who likes to have fun often has unconventional thoughts and may say that he wants your left eye, or offer you something that you think is most precious.

What’s really interesting is that this is all recorded on the dice.

Even the small dice record the final outcome of each owner, which is really naughty.

"It's okay if I don't use it, right?" Ruger raised his head and swallowed.

(End of this chapter)