Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 54 Feeding and Dining

You're not going to get yourself into trouble just to watch the fun, are you? Oh, right, so I can't go back now. That's good, that's good. Even if I wanted to join in the fun, I can't, Luger joked to himself.

If only there was a spell to clear away the dust, he thought.

After simply clearing a space, he sat down again, took out the black book, and opened a new chapter of the Magic Scar Meditation Method.

After being promoted to a second-level wizard apprentice, he opened this book, his oldest friend, for the first time. It was no longer the same as when he was just starting out, catching insects. Back then, he'd solved his food problem, but he didn't know how to practice spells or meditation. He'd spent his time as a pure kobold, eating and sleeping. Instead, he became inseparable from the black book, carrying it with him all day, using it as a dining table, a pillow, or simply as a sleep aid.

He looked at the newly opened part and found that his old friend did not disappoint him.

The new page of the Black Book mentioned the temporary spell slots granted by the Magic Scar Meditation. This kind of pre-stored spell, which can be cast instantly with zero consumption when used, is possessed by the third generation of meditation methods. This page mentioned the special feature of the Magic Scar Meditation. When you are promoted to a formal wizard, you can give up these temporary spell slots that can only store zero-level spells in order to improve the survivability of wizard apprentices. There will be a great probability of obtaining a unique first-level compound spell.

Composite spells are a relatively rare type of spell.

When you are promoted to a formal wizard, you will get a first-level spell slot and need to find a first-level spell of your choice to solidify it.

Once this rare compound spell is successfully created, it will be directly solidified into a first-level spell slot. This is because the creation of this compound spell is during the process of promotion to a full wizard. A fifth-level wizard apprentice possesses five magic scars. When promoted to a full wizard, the magic scars are combined into one. The five zero-level spells temporarily stored in the spell are then fused into a first-level compound spell during this process of unification.

The Black Book states that the chance of success depends not only on the wizard apprentice's control over the spells, but also on the compatibility between the five spells.

There is also a little tip at the end of this page. Try not to replace the spells that are usually stored in various temporary spell slots. Use them more often and replenish them more often. It is like using the same spells to feed the magic scars. When you become a formal wizard, you can increase your chances of obtaining compound spells.

Luger read the page carefully again from the beginning, then put down the black book.

He thought he might be able to save himself the trouble of searching for a first-level spell. Furthermore, ever since he had a temporary spell slot, he had never changed the spell stored in it. The first spell in his spell slot was always Bull Strength, and the second was Demon Skin. He would always find an opportunity to store it back in his spell slot as soon as possible after using it.

Some wizard apprentices may think that the compound spells obtained in this way have too many uncertainties. Even if they get a unique spell, they still bear the risk of not choosing it according to their own wishes. But for Ruger, this is really a very good choice.

Because this is a first-level spell, don't underestimate this point. For other apprentices, finding a favorite first-level spell may just take some effort, but for a homeless little dog-headed man with no channels to acquire knowledge, this is the best gift, the best gift sent by the old friend of the Black Book.

While he was thinking about the spells he had mastered or was about to master, he was reading the following content.

For example, regarding the selection of five zero-ring spells, it seemed too early for him. After all, he had only been a second-level wizard apprentice for a few days. However, since they needed to be placed in temporary spell slots for more use and were not easy to change frequently, he had to get involved in advance rather than waiting until he became a fifth-level wizard apprentice.

After all, he values ​​this first-level spell more than a normal wizard apprentice. This may be the only first-level spell he will have when he reaches that stage in the future.

Suppressing his excitement, he began to try to master the new runes and practice meditation.

Of course, here he only dared to use half of his strength and did not dare to use his full strength. He had to meditate for a while and then recover and rest.

Try to maintain his daily meditation routine.

He found that it is better and more stable to continue meditation for a certain period of time every day and get some rest after the mental strength is stimulated and increased by exercise. Like he did before, continuing to meditate day and night is actually a kind of short-sighted self-destruction, which is not a good thing in the long run.

After a few rounds of not-so-satisfying meditation, Ruger put away his things and took out a fat worm.

Seeing the teacher take out clothes from the ring out of thin air, he also took out the storage bag and hung it on his body.

Boom boom boom!
"Master, dinner is ready."

The old butler's polite voice echoed outside the door. Ruger was sitting on the ground, his neck tilted back and his mouth open, ready to stuff the plump worm into his mouth.

And prepared food? He blinked.

Thinking back to my previous experience of going to class, there didn't seem to be any danger.

He stuffed the insect meat into the storage bag.

Young Master's life? Let us, the Kobold, have a taste of it today.

When he pushed the door open, the old butler was already waiting there. When he saw him come out, he bowed slightly as he did last time.

Ruger walked in silence all the way, and he seemed very relaxed.

Ever since he knew that they were probably the only three living creatures here, he was no longer as nervous as before, and he looked around carefully wherever he went.

A spacious restaurant that Luger had never seen before appeared before his eyes. It was not that he had never seen such a large dining place, but that he had never seen one with only one table in the middle. There was already a figure by the table. It was his mentor who loved his job and was steadfast.

Led by the old housekeeper, I walked past her from the side and saw that she had a dark face.

Ruger had a bad feeling and thought he might have to face a situation worse than eating bugs in the room.

Just when Luger was lost in thought and looking for his seat.

The old housekeeper suddenly turned around and looked at the teacher. She was also startled. She quickly stood up and nodded briefly to Ruge. Then, under Ruge's surprised gaze, she sat down again until he sat down in the main seat, and did not attract the old housekeeper's attention again.

Ruger touched his rumbling stomach, looked at his mentor's expression, and became excited.

Soon a plate of dust and mud was placed before him.

He was worried about not being able to get used to the cutlery the moment before, but now he put it down silently.

"Master, is it not to your liking?" the old butler asked with concern.

Luger had no choice but to nod.

"I feel a little uncomfortable and want to go back to my room to rest."

He plucked up the courage to say this. This was the first time he had formally communicated with the old butler.

The devil's dice are ready to be taken out and gambled at any time.

"I'll take you back to your room now. Please keep this and drink it if you feel unwell."

The old butler bent over to his right, and with a concerned look, he pulled out a bottle of silver, shimmering potion and placed it before Ruger. It looked like a high-end product. His mentor, who had been silent at the side, also instantly cast a fiery gaze at him.

It seems that there is more than just dust and debris in this castle, he thought.

(End of this chapter)