Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 56: Imprisonment and Redemption

Ruger ultimately agreed with the succubus's idea, believing that even if the performance failed, he wouldn't be the one to lose his life. However, he requested a rough map of the castle, created by a unique succubus scholar. He planned to experiment with his own ideas.

Compared to the succubus lady, he should have a larger range of freedom of movement.

Of course, it still needs to be verified.

The beautiful succubus scholar naturally could not stay in the young master's room, so the old butler appeared in time and sent her away.

Ruge prayed for her, hoping that with today's changes, she would be able to return to her own room tonight instead of being trapped in that teaching place. In the words of the succubus, Ruge's arrival was like throwing a stone into the lake, allowing the dusty castle to move again.

Finally, he asked the succubus scholar about the powerful city lord she mentioned.

The succubus only knew that the city lord had entrusted the castle and the young master to the old butler Izel. Logically, it wouldn't be long before the city lord would arrive after they arrived in the abyss. The last order the old butler Izel received was to wait for his arrival after arriving in the abyss.

The castle's arrival in the abyss was sudden, leaving many retainers and servants absent. Upon arrival, most of the servants fell ill. The old butler, Izel, followed the castle lord's instructions and sealed the castle, awaiting his arrival. Out of trust and admiration for the castle lord, the people remained hopeful, even this succubus, who had followed him for only two years. This wait lasted over three hundred years.

During the two years that the succubus scholar was in the castle, he did not have much contact with the old butler Izel.

But ever since the castle was sealed, he'd been feeling increasingly unnatural. One day after the castle was sealed, the old butler suddenly informed the succubus that it was time to prepare for a class, and then there was the scene where she and Ruger first met. For the first few days, servants would bring her delicious meals, but Izel simply told her to wait for the young master. She spent her days in anger, and gradually, the servants came less and less frequently. Finally, she learned from familiar servants that many had died.

The old housekeeper was waiting for the city lord who seemed like he would never arrive, while she was trapped in the teaching room, waiting for the young master who seemed like he would never appear.

Ruger recalled and sorted out these things, and suddenly he felt very small, and he felt that they were also very small. There were so many silent little corners in this world where all kinds of bizarre things were happening. For the people in them, their fate might be changing as dramatically as an epic, but it could only be considered silent, because they were too small and the world could not hear their voices.

He unfolded the map drawn by the succubus and held in his hand an exquisite hardwood pen, the center of which could naturally absorb ink for writing.

When the succubus gave it to him, she said that this was a specialty of the plane world. There was originally a garden in front of the castle, and these short trees were planted on both sides of the garden. On the side near the study and library, you can break off a small branch by opening the window. If you don't mind the trouble, you can ask a craftsman to carve beautiful patterns on it.

He studied the map, holding a hardwood pen in one hand and occasionally scratching the fine hair that had grown on the back of his head with the other.

If he hadn't already cast the spell of Stinky Skin, he would have really thought someone was standing behind him, teasingly fiddling with the hairs on the back of his head.

Suddenly, he felt a strange itch and subconsciously scratched it with both hands.

The hardwood pen fell and happened to draw a circle on the map.

He blinked, and instead of looking at the map carefully, he turned his head sharply.

The back was empty and there was nothing unusual. Looking nearby, there was no cleaned area and no strange traces on the dust.

But he knew that something must be there, at least it was there just now. The moment he put down the hardwood pen, the strange itch disappeared.

"Are you still there?" He tentatively used his mental power to sense his surroundings.

The presence of foul-smelling skin suggests that the other party has no ill intentions, and it would be very difficult for the other party to influence him.

He took a deep breath and looked at the map.

The circle he drew, almost by chance, perfectly circled a spot he had been planning to visit: the castle's library. The succubus had explained, while briefly explaining the map, that in the planes of existence, nobles were obsessed with building inverted castles. The more noble the person, the more likely they were to live in the lower rooms, while special rooms like the library were located on the ground floor, meaning he would have to ascend many floors.

"Do you want me to go there?"

He tried to speak, looked around, and naturally got no response.

Ruger stopped thinking about it and simply meditated to calm himself down, then lay down to rest.

Knowing that there might be an invisible person in the room still hindered his sleep, but fortunately, his skin did not react to the stench.

He lay on the floor with the black book as his pillow.

Since there was someone in the room, it was most likely the young master. Ruger didn't want to touch the bed, and the bed couldn't be used without being cleaned.

He wondered if Old Gold Teeth was doing well.

He had originally wanted to go back and see if Old Gold Ya suffered the same fate as Dasha Heng after being injured.

After all, all strange dragons have some peculiarities. Old Jin Ya previously judged that the Dragonborn Gnolls did not have this ability because he did not know that the black fruit was soaked in the blood of strange strange dragons. This recovery ability is very useful at low levels, especially for guys like Dragonborn Gnolls who have a rough and simple fighting style.

Luger was lost in thought and fell asleep without knowing when.

When he woke up again, his face was covered with dust and he had unknowingly rolled out of the area he was cleaning.

The old butler's knocking sound could be heard from time to time outside the door.

"Master, breakfast is ready. Do you want it sent to your room?"

Ruger immediately agreed to the old butler's words. He didn't want to eat that mud that he didn't know what it was.

Today was the first day he'd been playing house with the two centenarians, and he also had to discuss the details of yesterday's interruption with the succubus scholar. He also had to try to get to the library to see if the old butler would stop him.

Soon the old butler returned with the dining cart, left a message asking Ruger to keep a happy mood and enjoy breakfast, and then left.

Ruger gently picked up the golden plate cover, and sure enough, it was the mud he had guessed.

He fell casually into the corner and a piece of paper fell out from the cover.

Written in a scribbled Abyssal language, it read: "I know you're not him, but I can't help myself. My mind is a bit muddled. It might take a day, two, three days... before I'm lucid for a brief moment. The events before and after become jumbled in my memory. As I watch the strong servants fall one by one, some even dying, I know this is the curse of the Abyss upon us, the descendants of those who betrayed us. Foreign wizard, please grant my request and bring the young master to your world. I believe he can survive there. This is the last thing I can do for him..."

Please forgive my confusing sentences. I woke up and only knew that I had to do these things. I had to do them, so I could only write them here hurriedly in the hope that you could see them. I heard that wizards are all knowledgeable. I chose the language of the abyss. I have become inseparable from this castle. Perhaps I am already dead. The core power of the castle protects the young master in the depths of the library, not in the lowest level of the castle where most nobles store their treasures. This is the wisdom of the city lord.

My dear wizard from a foreign land, if you still have any questions, you can go find a succubus under my protection. A few days ago, I separated the power of the ancient castle and isolated her in the room where the young master teaches. I believe she is still there now. I hope I have instructed the servants to take care of her when I am confused.

The moment I left my home and reached the abyss, I guessed that the city lord would not come.

(End of this chapter)