Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 61 Face and Glory
The castle, which has returned to peace, is like a big quiet box.

Ruger tiptoed down the dim passage and the stairs, feeling like the villain in a cliché horror story who would die tragically. He already had a strange appearance, and now he was hunched over, holding half a human face in his hands.

"Brother, if you can wake up, don't be afraid of scaring me, just open your eyes. You have a lot of experience and knowledge, unlike me, a stupid little dog-headed man, whose knowledge is not even as long as my tail." Ruger shook the half face in his hand and said in a low voice.

This place is more gloomy than other places in the castle. The stone steps under your feet seem uncarved, deliberately retaining their roughness, as if you are embarking on a wild and primitive road.

He listened to his own footsteps and walked to the end of the road step by step.

An altar, so crude and rudimentary that it was beyond imagination, appeared before my eyes.

The things that made up the altar even looked like they were dug out from the garbage. There were various bones, clothes, and even books. There were some blackened crimson marks on the corners, and there were also disassembled wardrobes.

Luger held the tooth fragment between two fingers.

He walked around the abyss altar again and again.

What about the bodies that need to be taken away? he thought.

"it's here……"

A handsome young man appeared from the side, and seemed to be in a good mood.

Ruger looked in the direction he came from, but he didn't see the old butler, nor did he hear any footsteps.

"Why is there an abyss altar here?"

"Oh? You mean that? I wanted to be like Izel and my father, possessing extraordinary abilities and traveling on adventures, so I secretly collected materials and hid here to make this. I learned the Abyssal language so fluently because of this. I read a lot of books. I thought it was feasible at the time. After all, theoretically I have some demonic blood," the boy shrugged. "My father and Izel actually knew what I was doing, but they just let me do whatever I wanted. After all, the entire castle is under their control."

"Besides, I can't change anything. Even if I try to communicate with the great abyss, it can't save a useless person like me. I've been different since birth. I will always be weak, always sick, and never be cured. But I'm used to it."

The handsome young man's figure shook, and a piece of floor automatically lifted up.

"When I was a kid, I often hid in there to play. Izel would pretend not to know and let the maids frantically search for me. He knew I liked to tease them. He would only come and take me back when it was dinner time. Sometimes I would have already fallen asleep in there."

In the secret compartment beside the altar, there was a shriveled corpse curled up. Looking at the shriveled thing with its hands on its knees, it was hard to imagine that it had once been so handsome.

Luger walked around the shrunken body twice.

He found that after he turned into a dog-headed man, he especially liked to spin around and observe things.

"You... got into trouble and got locked up under this library, so you can't attend classes? It seems that you may still be a good student and don't really want to skip classes."

As Ruger spoke, he took out a short spear and picked up the shriveled thing in front of him.

"You want me to burn it, so what's inside it? Or are you restricted by it in some way?" He picked up the mummy and swung it back, sweeping it past him.

As expected, the handsome young man retreated far away in advance.

Ruge grabbed the short spear and raised the shriveled object in front of his eyes. Looking closely, he could see fine lines carved on it, as well as various unfamiliar characters, as if these were used to dress the mummy in a piece of brocade.

He had a few guesses, but they didn't matter. Ruger wasn't here to deal with such matters. He didn't need to bother figuring out everything. He simply placed the corpse on the Abyss Altar, spear in hand. The altar was originally a simple, low-quality, and damaged piece of merchandise. After being left there for three hundred years, it looked like it was no longer usable. "Foreign visitor, there's no need to be so nervous. I hold no ill will towards you; these are just white lies," the handsome young man said. "I'm not an evil person, otherwise my awe-inspiring father would have killed me and burned this thing. As I said before, we will both get what we want. You are a wizard, and I know there are powerful contracts among you wizards. I can sign one with you to prove my sincerity."

In fact, Ruger also wanted to use a method similar to a contract, but he really didn't know how to do it.

"I don't care whether what you said is true or not. I just want to leave safely." Luger paused, "It's hard for a normal person to continue to believe the words of a liar..."

My mind was racing.

Since this shriveled corpse is the key, why not be like the devil's dice and adapt to local customs and be naughty for once.

He pretended to leave and strode towards the stairs.

The handsome young man stood still at first, but seeing that he had no intention of stopping, he immediately stood in front of the stone steps.

"My father imprisoned me here just for the honor of our family. But my hometown, that world, no longer exists. What family honor is there? Old Izel only knew to obey my father's orders, but he is dead now. He is no longer Izel..."

The handsome young man did not get angry, and continued to speak calmly and calmly.

Luger remembered the note from before.

The old butler, Izel, had written on it a plea for him to rescue the young master, but now, there was a clear contradiction between the two. Perhaps the note was also a forgery by the young master, or perhaps it was half true and half false. Of course, it was not ruled out that at some point three hundred years ago, the old butler had figured it out and decided to rescue this guy.

But Ruger no longer had the mood to dwell on these matters, to listen to words that he couldn't tell were true or false, and he didn't have the ability to care about the affairs of another world. He was just a puppy-headed man without even pants.

He turned around abruptly and threw half of his face onto the broken altar.

There is no good outcome for deceiving and tricking the kobolds.

Let fate decide everything.

This sudden action interrupted the handsome young man's words, leaving him stunned by his inexplicable behavior. Meanwhile, the quiet altar left Luger speechless. For a moment, both of them stared at the pile of garbage in silence.

Suddenly, the space distorted.

The dim light swirled and tumbled in a small area on the altar.

The ruined abyss altar seemed to have slept for three hundred years, and suddenly woke up.

The handsome young man exclaimed in surprise, walked past Ruger, and rushed to the altar, but he did not dare to touch the mummy on it, so he could only circle around the simple altar.

"You! What did you throw up there? Damn wizard."

Seeing that the altar really came alive, the young master no longer cared about anything else and rushed to the center of the altar.

Whoosh!
A slightly worn boot appeared tilted on the altar.

(End of this chapter)