Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 49 Dragon Blood and Dragon Blood
Luger ran faster and faster, climbed up, filled the pit, and left the valley.

He didn't know what level of wizard would come to retrieve the wingless dragon, nor did he know when or how the other party would arrive here, and he didn't know whether the other party's temperament was good or bad, so it was best to slip away. After all, he was certain of one thing, that is, whoever came would definitely be more powerful than he was.

In the tiers of supervision for wingless dragons marked on the metal plate, this particular dragon, which clearly stated it was a target for attention, was no weaker than a pure-blooded dragon, and even more powerful than most pure-blooded dragons of its time. Yet, it was practically relegated to the lowest tier, being assigned only the penultimate level of supervision. This demonstrated the upper limit of the power of dragons, and also the strength of the Dragon Management Committee.

This strange supervision, requiring no human supervision, was a constant presence. Every time I went out, I would either encounter a well-behaved dragon who took the dragon's blood and reported it, or a greedy person who would directly attack it, or it would be completely undisturbed, encountering no one, and slowly die in its sleep. Presumably, even a stubborn little dragon would become obedient after being caught twice.

He recalled the Gray Longneck Saint's mockery of Bald Tooth. When he heard that a kobold king had emerged from the Red Horn Tribe and threatened to take on wizards, the snake, covered in wounds and scars, couldn't help but laugh. This snake must have known a lot and had some understanding of wizards, having spent considerable time with one.

Ruger looked at the dragon blood that was about to occupy half of the abyss bedroom and moved faster.

The secret mark he left behind will also break into the real wizarding world for the first time.

He strode quickly, and with the help of the two spells, he felt for the first time that running could be so enjoyable, as if it had the effect of regulating his psychology. He was as light as a swallow, yet steady and powerful. Every step he took was a pleasure. The various rock walls and stones along the way became his footholds for running. Although he was not as good as Baonte, he was already very content.

He went straight to Old Gold Teeth's residence.

Aisijin and Dashaheng were not there, only the old dog-headed man was quietly and carefully looking at his glowing bean sprouts.

Looking at these things that were about to take his life, the old dog-headed man seemed very satisfied. He sighed from time to time, or muttered to himself in a low voice.

Ruger came up to him and looked at the old kobold.

"Now that you're here, there's no need to rush around. You don't belong here, and you don't need to do anything dangerous for an old kobold like me who only knows how to tell stories. Also, tell Ai Sijin that she's not that smart yet. Don't waste your energy running around, and she'll just listen to you. That thing that came out of your hand last time was a spell, right? Just focus on your own business..."

Old Jin Ya spoke slowly without even turning his head.

Luger thought for a moment, then opened the door to the abyssal bedroom and dug a small puddle. He then used frozen soil to simply isolate the dragon blood from the puddle. In fact, most of the ground in the space was already soaked with dragon blood. Thus, the puddle was divided into three parts: the original large pool, the temporary small pool, and the ones left to flow freely. The large pool was the cleanest.

Ruger walked out of the space door and saw Old Gold Teeth looking at him with his mouth wide open in shock.

"Today I will show you something you have never seen before."

As he spoke, he grabbed Old Gold Tooth, while trying his best to avoid touching the light threads that looked like bean sprouts.

When touching Old Gold Fang, a secret mark was quietly left behind. This was to prevent the old dog-headed man from getting into trouble, such as turning into an unconscious monster and running around. It would also make it easier to find him.

"I told you that you were different, that you didn't belong here. I assumed you were a powerful spellcaster, more powerful than those pointy-eared ones..."

The old dog-headed man was pulled into the magical space and kept exclaiming in admiration, as if his eyes were not enough, and he kept turning his head up and down and left and right.

When Old Jin Ya saw the dragon blood, his words stopped abruptly.

"Let's go, today is a good day for bathing."

Ruger supported Old Gold Tooth, who was already having difficulty walking, and dragged him to a small pond that had been made temporarily.

"This, this is—" Old Gold Teeth looked at the dragon blood in the pool, sensing its strange, compelling aura. Ruger, on the other hand, took a moment to examine the threads of light on his body. After entering this place, they had clearly become less active, but his mental probing didn't give him the impression of withering.

"Yes, it's just as you think. These are all yours. You can take a bath or drink them all. I have no objection. I'd even be happy to see that. It would be a more shocking scene."

As Ruger spoke, he thought about it and closed the space door not far behind him.

The abyss bedroom became a completely enclosed space.

He let go of the hand that was supporting him.

Old Jin Ya's body shook and he came back to his senses. The old dog-headed man looked at him, then looked at the dragon blood pool. He bent down in disbelief, actually lay down on the edge of the pool, stuck his head out and took a cautious sip.

This action was something Luger had not expected, but he just stood by and watched quietly.

No urging.

Old Gold Teeth grinned widely, his expression of disbelief never changing, but his expression was brewing more and more joy and excitement, as if no matter how his emotions changed, he could not break the deep-rooted feeling in the heart of a dog-headed man, not even a smart old dog-headed man could do that.

It seems that the ogre king of the Red Horn Tribe is indeed a very strange ogre, Ruger thought.

After an almost crazy act of kneeling and bowing three times and nine times, Old Jin Ya finally stepped into the dragon blood pool with his face covered in blood.

In fact, the old dog-headed man's transformation had already occurred when he drank the first mouthful of dragon blood, just like his unusually steady steps when he last stepped into the blood pool, as if he had returned to his youth.

The old dog-headed man was not much bigger than Ruger, and the size of the temporary blood pool was made according to this size. Old Gold Teeth was lying in it, and the whole dog-headed man was submerged in the dragon blood. The not-so-deep blood pool swallowed his figure in the blink of an eye, leaving only gurgling bubbles on the surface.

Ruger waited patiently. The threads of light growing on the old dog-headed man's body seemed to grow stronger after drinking the dragon's blood.

So Lao Jin Ya is a very special case.

He simply packed up the storage bag that he had put aside due to his busy schedule and had kept as a surprise.

Food, books and research notes on fire bomb techniques, some clothes. He paused and saw a diary. This was his favorite thing, and it was written by a person he killed. It looked very interesting.

He didn't bother to count other things, and now was not the right time to organize and sort them, so he just took out the diary and started to read it.

This is a diary that was started in the middle of my apprenticeship.

After randomly flipping through two pages, the first sentence he saw startled Ruger.

——On the day of silence, I felt irritable, and the stagnant road was about to open up, but the cunning pseudo-dragon with the blood of the red dragon deceived me, deceived a wizard apprentice who was sure to have a great future. It can be confirmed that the so-called dragon's blood is just a fabrication of those third-rate novels and is not special at all.

(End of this chapter)