Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 5 Dog and Master
He narrowed his eyes and stared at the stone.

A human figure appears vaguely, but disappears when you shake your head. You can only see it when you concentrate.

"A kobold's lifespan is only about twenty years. You may not understand how long a year is. You just need to know that you are already a teenage kobold. In the remaining time, even a genius among humans would not be able to become a formal wizard. I can help you, ugly kobold."

"The linguistic literacy inherited from the Enlightenment should allow you to better understand what I am saying."

The voice kept ringing in Ruger's head, and it felt very awkward. Even when the other party was saying something that should have been passionate, he couldn't feel any emotional fluctuations.

He ignored what the other person said, just calmed down and tried to concentrate as he did during meditation.

A figure lying on its side in a silver-gray robe came into view.

A human being, a real human being.

Instead of a humanoid dog-headed monster.

He continued to concentrate, his gaze moving slowly. He saw the smooth chin, the missing arm, and then the head that was missing at least one-third. The only remaining eye was staring at him wide open, unblinking.

If it is complete, it looks like a young man who pays great attention to his appearance.

Luger stepped back unconsciously.

"you are still alive?"

He couldn't describe his feelings at the moment, fear mixed with curiosity.

The missing arm of this strange man disappeared from the shoulder. It looked like it was chopped down from the top of the head by an extremely sharp sword or axe, which took away those important body parts in an instant and left regular marks.

"You really do understand the Common Tongue. You're truly different from other kobolds. Don't retreat any further. Don't waste our time. Once you leave here, you'll forget everything about me. I don't know how long it will take for you to come back next time, and there might not even be a next time."

The strange man had a terrifying appearance and kept putting voices into Ruger's head.

Luger paused, noticing his mouth, which didn't move as he spoke, and the awkward position, the unblinking eyes.

This half of the person may not be able to move at all.

"Have we met before?" Ruger said casually.

"Be patient, kobold. Once you become a true wizard apprentice, you should be able to remember me." The half-man continued to utter a fake sigh without any emotion. "I'm amazed at your progress. You can now look me in the eye for such a long time."

Ruger shook his head upon hearing this, and stopped trying to concentrate, returning to the state where only a vague outline could be seen.

"Strange little dog-headed man, this is my gift to you, a reward for your progress. It should contain what you need."

A small pocket appeared out of thin air and flew in an arc in front of Luger.

He had no choice but to raise his hand to catch it, and at the same time he was shocked. This little thing could actually respond to mental power. It was obviously not an ordinary small cloth bag.

"I've erased the mark on it. You can use it reluctantly, but you won't be able to precisely control it. You'll have to pour everything out at once. When you become a wizard apprentice and learn the secret mark and imprint it, it will become your exclusive storage bag, under your complete control."

"Thanks you."

Ruger looked sincere, and after a slight hesitation, he bowed to the illusory figure.

He didn't dare refuse.

"You've mastered the Common Tongue quite well. I thought it would be difficult for the kobolds to change their way of speaking even if they understood those words," the half-man said slowly. "You are truly a unique kobold. This is a reward for the pleasure you've brought me."

Ruger smiled foolishly without saying anything. Although he thought the dog-headed men's smiles were ugly, what else could he do now except smile foolishly.

He was very doubtful about whether he had really seen this person last time.

The other party said that this small bag contained what he needed.

That means the other party knows what he wants.

Assuming that what the other party said was true, and that he gave him the black book, and that he was lucky enough not to die, and that he came back here and met the other party, and that he gave him a small storage bag full of things, it seemed as if nothing was said, and yet it also seemed as if everything was said. Although there was no contract restriction as in the legend, he had already seen an invisible chain.

"Ugly little dog-headed man, I hope you can continue to surprise me. Judging from your mental power just now, you have mastered at least three runes, which also surprised me. At your rate of progress, the remaining time is enough for you to master a zero-level spell and become a wizard apprentice."

"Interesting, maybe you will be the first kobold wizard in the catacombs..."

As the half-man spoke, his figure gradually faded and became almost invisible.

He lowered his head and maintained a humble attitude.

He didn't dare, nor did he want to say too much. He even instinctively didn't want to appear too clever, but he also didn't want to act too foolish. After all, he couldn't remember their last visit, and he didn't know if they had communicated. But he believed in himself. Even if they had, he wouldn't have acted too outrageously.

Maybe he should be happy. As a dog-headed man, he should be happy.

After realizing this, he looked up again and showed his bald-haired grin.

Having gotten what he wanted, he should be happy. He could continue on his half-baked wizarding path. In the enlightenment inheritance brought to him by the Black Book, there were a few sentences about formal wizards, which said that becoming a formal wizard would elevate one's life form and significantly increase one's lifespan.

As a dog-headed man, if it is true as the half-man said, then lifespan is a dead end. Becoming a wizard to change his fate is like an antidote, but the antidote is right in front of him, but he can't reach it. The fate of being short-lived is like his skinny little arm.

He knew that he would come here again, and the invisible chains had bound him to death.

The half-human figure gradually faded until it disappeared from sight, and did not say what Ruger needed to do.

This made him feel uncomfortable, as if his hair were falling out all over his body. And because of his anxiety and nervousness, a lot of loose hair actually fell off his back. If he shook it hard a few times, it would definitely fall off non-stop. He took the small cloth bag and tried to take two steps back. This time, no sound came out to stop him.

It looked like he was ready to leave.

The joy of suddenly gaining magical knowledge did not make him walk faster.

He had not expected things to develop like this. Before setting out, he had intended to pick up trash. He had anticipated that the person who lost the black book might have lost more than one book, so he wanted to expand the search range in the hope of picking up a book full of magical knowledge.

On the way back, he was still cautious, identifying the signs at the intersection while paying attention to the movements around him.

After all, he is still a skinny and weak little dog-headed man, and the biggest weapon in his hand is still the long stick. As for the Black Book Headshot Technique, it is not known whether it can be used when encountering underground beasts.

The journey was gradually halfway through.

The way back is much faster than groping forward.

He heard a sobbing sound and couldn't believe it at first, but when he listened carefully, it was indeed crying.

He stopped immediately to check whether he was taking the right route.

The crying sound was definitely not from a dog-headed man. He had never heard such crying sound in his tribe. The sound was more like that of a human. The timbre was like a sad child whose toy was taken away, but it was slightly different. It was accompanied by a faint buzzing sound from time to time.

He tiptoed slowly back to the previous intersection. He was sure that he had not taken the wrong road, but at this moment he had decided to break his previous insistence and deliberately take a detour to avoid the sobbing that made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.

Along the way, he has gained confidence that he can get back on track after taking a detour and eventually return to his home.

He was tense all the way thereafter, and the horror stories he had read before kept coming to his mind, such as the crying sound moving with the person, but fortunately, these situations did not happen.

He walked quickly and quietly all the way and finally returned to his safe nest with an empty stomach.

The dog-headed girl was waiting there.

"Aiskin?"

He had just experienced a series of bizarre things, and he was very happy to see a familiar person as soon as he came back.

"Brother Luger, are you going on another adventure? It's very dangerous. If you get lost, you'll starve to death..."

Ai Sijin obviously still remembered what he had said before.

"Look, I brought some worm meat with me this time. In order to get back quickly, I didn't even have time to eat a single piece of meat."

He showed the kobold girl a small piece of insect meat.

Listening to Aisijin speaking the unfluent and unpleasant Gnoll language, he suddenly wanted to master the spell that could allow people to learn the common language of the catacombs in an instant.

Of course, if he really knew this spell, he would only use it on Aiskin, and he did not change the minds of other gnolls.

Although the word "dog" is in the name of the creature, the dog-headed man does not have beautiful fluffy hair and is definitely not cute.

They are irritable but timid, and they form groups but are not united.

One moment he could pounce on you like a mad dog, and the next second he could scare everyone away.

These dog-headed monsters are generally short, and most of them like to hunch over, with wrinkled skin, sparse hair and protruding mouths. They look like a little old man who can jump up and bite people, or a big bald rat with a dog face.

If we were to point out some advantages, they would probably be that it can resist hunger and can barely see in the dark.

The ogre girl seemed stronger than before. The food in the tribe should have been very good during this period. Perhaps the gray long-necked master did not exploit the ogres too much.

"Did the gray long-necked master forbid catching those insects?" He suddenly remembered and asked casually.

"The Gray Long-Neck Saint no longer exists. The one we are following now is the Black Claw Saint. He has beautiful long black fur, is more powerful, more intelligent, and has big, powerful claws..." said Ai Sijin.

The change of owner was so quick this time, he thought.

Every change of master can be considered a crisis of varying degrees for the dog-headed people.

At least that's what he thought.

Serving or following a new master and getting to know his habits is a process that will inevitably come at a considerable cost.

Moreover, the change of master also means that the tribe has just experienced a cruel defeat, with a large number of tribesmen dying under the old master. Every step of changing the master is spilling the blood of the dog-headed people.

But the dog-headed people think very differently.

Some gnolls even believed that the heavier the casualties, the more it showed that they were welcoming a more powerful master.

Of course, the best masters are generally considered to be those who are powerful but like to sleep for long periods of time. The kobolds only need to prepare enough food before their masters wake up each time.

If you are unlucky, you may meet a stupid, greedy and cruel guy.

It will quickly drain the Gnoll tribe. In the past, when hunting was not going well, the injured Gnolls and skinny and useless Gnolls like him would be gathered together and directly presented to the master to become his next meal.

But now that there are fleshworms everywhere, the situation will naturally change.

(End of this chapter)