Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 60 The Devil and the Final Meeting

Rumble!
In an instant, the entire castle was shaking and trembling.

Ruger just opened the door and immediately reached out to hold on to the wall to steady himself.

Is this what she meant by that? Luger thought.

He immediately tried to open his own space door, but unfortunately, he still failed after all his efforts.

The rumbling sound had not stopped yet. He looked around but still could not see the old butler Izel. While recalling the simple map, he began to empower the spell model. He used the power of the bull and the light body technique one after another to bless his body. The boiling spirit refreshed him who had just woken up. After he was ready, he stretched out his hand to support the wall and jumped out like an arrow.

According to that young master, to supplement the map drawn by the succubus scholar, this is not the deepest part of the castle. In other words, to reach the library, one needs to go up seven floors. However, many parts of the castle have collapsed and are inaccessible. The succubus only knows the appearance of the castle a hundred years ago.

"What a sick noble..."

Luger muttered to himself as he ran wildly under the tremors.

The upper and lower entrances to each floor were diagonally opposite, forcing him to circle back and forth repeatedly to climb each floor. Even for these nobles, it would take a considerable amount of time to complete the entire journey. Furthermore, the succubus said that the more noble one's status, the lower down they lived. The city lord would definitely be on the lowest floor, and his descendants would generally live on the second-to-last floor.

He strode furiously, still debating whether to swap Bull Power from the first magic scar, the temporary spell slot, and pre-energize and store a Firebolt spell. This would guarantee instantaneous casting. However, one of the tips in the Black Book stated that to maximize the success rate of a single-ring compound spell, one should not randomly swap spells in the temporary spell slot. Ruger, however, wanted to push this to its limits: from the moment a temporary spell slot was created, he would only store that single spell.

He counted layer after layer in his mind, and at the same time couldn't help but sigh at the hugeness of the castle.

Moreover, the area grew larger the higher he went. Even if many areas collapsed, he could still find a way through smoothly. While complaining, he stopped and tried to open the space door again, but unfortunately, he failed again.

There are only two floors left, he muttered to himself and continued to run for his life.

Suddenly, the shaking stopped.

The surroundings became quiet for a moment, returning to the deep ancient castle of the past, with only the rustling of small pieces of gravel and the sound of falling crystal lamp decorations in the corridor.

Ruger hesitated for a moment, but did not stop. Instead, he gritted his teeth and forced himself to speed up a little.

All the joints in his body were making unusual noises.

"Master, what are you going to do?"

The old butler appeared at the corner, with the ascending stairs behind him.

Once you pass through here, there's only one floor left before you can see the library.

The old butler Izel is still as calm and composed as before, but his image is no longer as perfect as before.

One arm had disappeared from the old butler's shoulder, his clothes were torn, and even one of his shoes was missing. Of course, all this did not affect his posture, and his waist was still standing straight.

"Master, don't worry, please go back to your room and rest."

The old butler first stood at the intersection. Seeing that Ruger had no intention of moving forward, he left and walked towards him step by step.

"It was just a few ugly demons that strayed into the castle. They had some strength but lacked wisdom, so I've already dealt with them. Young Master, there's no need to worry. The castle is very strong. If it weren't for the fear of disturbing your rest, those demons would have spent their entire lives trying to break through the barrier and get in."

Old Izel continued to approach.

Luger glanced around and slowly walked towards him.

"I want to give you the amulet my father left me, Izel."

He looked at the old butler and quietly cast the Zero Ring Spell: Foul Skin. He was no longer afraid of irritating the butler, simply wanting to more intuitively sense his ill intentions. He was constantly observing his movements. To his surprise, the butler had no ill will towards this fake young master, which allowed him to act even more boldly. Ruger untied the bandage from his wrist as he walked.

In his opinion, perhaps there was no need to burn any bodies.

The old and stern housekeeper looked stunned at this moment, as if he had not expected the young master to do this and was at a loss for what to do.

In fact, just now, Ruger noticed that the old butler looked a little stupid after being injured.

Ruger mustered up his courage and lifted the old butler's hand, just like pulling up a familiar elder. He tied the cloth strip taken from the wizard apprentice's robe tightly, so that the handsome young man's teeth were pressed against the old butler's wrist, and the real young master's teeth were pierced into the wound on the side of old Izel's wrist. It was seeing this wound that made Ruger think of doing this.

It seemed as if there was no blood flowing in the old butler Izel's body. Even on the broken arm, there was still not a drop of fresh blood.

Luger naturally decided to take a two-pronged approach.

He suddenly jumped past the old butler and rushed up the stairs.

"The rest is up to you." He said without turning his head.

Before he took off the cloth, the young master appeared beside him.

Therefore, he changed his mind temporarily and decided to give the two old guys a surprise first. Yes, the young master was actually hundreds of years old. In this sudden way, he finally gave them a chance to meet. If successful, any other means of delaying time could be better than this.

He rushed all the way and finally saw the door of the library.

The two doors are actually made of stone, which looks quite impressive, and the thick stone matches the walls of the castle perfectly.

He raised his arm horizontally. There was a small piece of tooth fragment stuck in the hard skin formed by the magic skin technique. He broke it off with the strength of a bull. He still remembered that the young master had instructed that holding the tooth would make it easier to find the body.

Pushing open the door of the library, one can see crystal lamps of higher specifications embedded on the wall, and a portrait facing the viewer. The man in the painting is tall and handsome, wearing a strange blue armor, and his face is somewhat similar to that of the young master. Upon closer inspection, the facial features are very similar, but the young master is three points inferior to him due to his temperament.

This must be the city lord, he thought.

The library is bigger than I imagined.

Following the miraculous guidance from the tooth fragments, he walked step by step towards the depths of the library. Along the way, he found that many of the crystal lamps on the wall were broken, and it became dimmer as he went deeper. But fortunately, this dimness was not enough to hinder the little dog-headed man's eyes.

Walking to the deepest part, you will see bookshelves arranged in circles like a maze. Judging from the traces on the ground, it seems that these bookshelves were able to move by themselves in the past.

A dark staircase leading downwards appeared prominently among the circle of bookshelves.

Luger came to the steps and suddenly stopped.

The words the half-man had said before he left flashed through his mind. As an outsider from a foreign land, he felt something when he approached the Abyss Altar. It wasn't difficult to discern. This feeling, difficult to describe in words, he finally experienced firsthand.

There is actually an abyss altar underneath.

Could it be that the castle was sent here as a sacrifice?

But how is that possible? That is simply a crazy act of seeking death. If it is a form of sacrifice, there must be an object, a recipient.

And why is the young master's body in such a place? He thought to himself, but he took out the half of the half-man's face, held it in his hand and walked down the stairs step by step. It seemed that half of the face could bring him endless courage.

(End of this chapter)