Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 6: Fit and Choice
During the time when he decided not to participate in the tribe's hunting and the fat worm did not appear.

Ai Sijin often shared her hard-earned food with him.

This goes against the instinct of the dog-headed people, and it is also her uniqueness. Although she sometimes picks her teeth with her nails while talking, although the barbecue she sent is burnt and smelly, although her speech is never fluent enough, and the so-called ability to communicate is only relative to the clumsiness of other dog-headed people, he sincerely regards her as a friend.

Although he had saved Aisijin by chance during the tribe's hunt, he knew that the gnolls were not creatures that knew how to repay a favor. Even Aisijin would not give away her food just because he had saved her.

In his feeling, Aisijin was more cherishing him, cherishing that there was finally a special little dog-headed man in this tribe who could chat with her and say some things that she had never understood, heard, or thought about before.

Just like the burnt smell mixed with the fishy smell of the barbecue, Ai Sijin tried to make it because she knew from the conversation that he liked to eat cooked food.

Part of her thought was to make her good friend happy with the meal, and part of it was also because Aisijin wanted to try something new.

"Brother Ruger, be careful when you go bug hunting by yourself. There's a smelly lizard nearby," she said seriously.

"Lizardmen? Their hunting team has crossed the hunting zone?" Ruge was a little surprised. If a hunting team rashly stepped into someone else's territory, it would not be as simple as stealing prey. It would often develop into a war between the two ethnic groups.

"It's not a lizardman hunting team. It's a group of lizardmen, one by one, or two or three. They are also catching fat bugs," she said.

Ruge thought this was very unusual, as the two ethnic groups were separated by their own vast hunting territories.

The only thing that the Lizardmen and Gnollmen have in common in this land is their powerful reproductive ability.

Going out hunting and protecting oneself both depend on the size of the tribe. A hunting team composed of a large group of tribe members is an invincible weapon against large underground beasts.

And now, it seems that all the creatures in this area have had their way of survival changed by the flesh worms.

But the lizardmen shouldn't have to go so far to catch insects.

The two talked about the Black Claw Lord again. Aisijin would still follow the tribe to hunt because the Black Claw Lord did not like to eat insects, but as long as the food offered was enough, he would not care whether the gnolls caught insects to eat. In this respect, it was better than the domineering Gray Long Neck Lord. In addition, the Gray Long Neck Lord was not dead.

Once, when the Gray Long Neck Master was leading the dog-headed people out hunting, he encountered the current Black Claw Master. The two underground beasts, which had already developed intelligence, started fighting as soon as they met. In the end, with the death of a large number of dog-headed people, the Gray Long Neck Master was defeated and fled, and his whereabouts are unknown.

"The Black Claw Lord doesn't like to be disturbed, so he chose a guardian for his cave, and the tallest one, Hemchi, was chosen," Ai Sijin raised her hand, gesturing as she spoke. "The Lord gave him a black fruit, and after eating it, Hemchi grew even taller. This tall! He's stronger than three of me!"

Ruger was stunned for a moment before he remembered who this dog-headed man named Hengchi was.

"Now he is standing at the entrance of the Holy Lord's cave. He doesn't have to get food himself and can eat a lot at one time," she said.

This Henchi was the big fool he had let go before. No matter what others asked or said, this big fool liked to answer with a hum. Some dog-headed people began to call the big guy Henchi. Thinking about it this way, he had used a combination of intimidation and fright to make the big fool Henchi say more last time.

Ruger and Aisijin ate half a meat worm together and talked for a long time. He also taught Aisijin's friend who spoke the common language of the cave how to pronounce it. As expected, she was very happy.

After Aisijin left for a long time, Ruger was still thinking about Dashaheng.

He was very interested in the fruit that Ai Sijin described. After eating it, one can quickly become taller and stronger. It is simply a magical fruit.

He took out the little bag that he had treasured along the way.

With excitement, he used his mental power to sense the object in his hand, coordinated his two hands to open the bag, and turned the pocket over to pour it out.

A small pile of people, both familiar and unfamiliar, fell down.

He first gathered up a few books, then five crystals of perfectly standard size. After sorting through them, he found that, aside from a few unfamiliar items, they were mostly books on spells, along with a few scroll-like objects. He looked at them without feeling surprised. After all, they were gifts from the half-humans, and they knew what he needed.

"Huh? Diary?"

He briefly flipped through a few books and stopped at the last one.

This turned out to be the diary of a wizard apprentice named Kalu. The half-human was really well prepared.

The diary contains the young man's doubts, his sighs when he first learned about magic, and many thoughts along the way. It is simply a priceless treasure for Ruger, who has never received any relevant teaching.

He suddenly realized a problem: he still hadn't forgotten about the half-person.

He still clearly remembered who had given him the storage bag. He remembered that the guy was wearing an exquisite robe, with only half of his head visible, and his beard was shaved cleanly, with a smooth chin.

Thinking back to what the half-man said.

He already had some guesses, and immediately stood up and took out the long stone to test his mental strength.

Holding one end of the white stone bar, he took a deep breath and concentrated his mind. The stone bar slowly emitted a soft white light, and he stared at the ten dots on the stone bar.

Finally, a dot slowly lit up.

The corners of his mouth turned up, it was a pity that his tribe of dog-headed people had no tails, otherwise they would definitely shake them.

This meant that his mental strength had already reached the standard of a first-level wizard apprentice, thus fulfilling a prerequisite.

He continued to read the diary, intending to stop only when he finished it or came across something he didn't understand. This diary was a window, a window into a person, into an unknown realm. The opening chapter mentioned life at wizard academy, a truly inspiring prospect, but Karyu mostly brushed it off, dwelling on his confusion about magic and the regrets of making the wrong choices. The words were filled with constant sighs, and one could sense the intensity of the emotions, paragraph after paragraph, on different days, always filled with anger and regret.

Who is this Kaliu? Did the half-man find the storage bag? Or did the half-man kill this Kaliu and steal these things?
The diary mentions two paths, which are two options for long-term development. One is called the Beast King Wizard, and the other is called the Book of Condensation.

Interestingly, Kalu did not take either of these two paths. The Book of Condensation only briefly mentioned them. The thing Kalu regretted most was that he did not take the path of the Beast King Wizard, because the Beast King Wizard was a relatively easy path to becoming a formal wizard.

When Kalu came into contact with this information, he had already solidified the zero-ring spell and missed the best opportunity to embark on this path.

What’s even more interesting is that after searching around, Ruger found no spells or knowledge related to the Beast King Wizard, which meant that he couldn’t take this path either.

There is also an argument in the diary that you should not force yourself too much when learning spells. Everyone has their own different degree of compatibility. Spells with a high degree of compatibility can be easily mastered and even improved quickly.

Ruger read the diary intermittently and only finished one-third of it, and then he encountered more and more things that he couldn't understand.

I roughly saw a wizard apprentice, who was confused and nervous, as he started meditating, solidified his spells, and then became even more confused.

"Fortunately, I probably don't need to be too confused."

He put down the diary and looked at the few things on hand.

If there are fewer choices to make, there should be less confusion and less room for regret in the future.

(End of this chapter)