Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 64: Distance and Stay

Ruger approached the big rock step by step, looked around, looked left and right, but did not see the shriveled thing.

Just as he was wondering, a burly figure rushed out from the side, accompanied by several tall lizardmen. The figure flashed past, but when the lizardmen saw Ruger, they rushed over screaming.

Bang! A lizardman was knocked away! The burly figure turned back and stopped in front of Luger.

"It's you?" Baonte looked him up and down and said.

The lizardmen on the side were a little restless and swayed back and forth, but in the end they stood behind Baonte obediently.

"Do you speak Kobold?"

Baonte's eyes lit up, as if he had thought of something, and asked in a low voice.

Luger shook his head.

He chose to lie a little. They all thought he was a kobold transformed by a cruel mentor, so it was normal that he didn't understand kobold language. He didn't want to get involved in the affairs of these high-flying wizard apprentices. After all, judging by Baont's demeanor, it was definitely not a good thing.

If everyone sat down and shared their experiences in learning spells, Ruger would be willing to participate, but he felt that was a dream.

boom!
Baonte didn't waste any time and just left. Several lizardmen hurriedly followed him.

Luger looked at his sturdy back with curiosity. Especially the lizardmen who were like little followers. The lizardmen who had been knocked away earlier only got up at this moment and chased after him.

He quickly ran to the big rock, lowered his head and looked around, and when he raised his head again, half a person appeared in front of him.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

The half-human is still unable to blink or move his mouth.

Luger looked at his now intact head and wondered if he should give the half-man a new nickname.

Just as Luger was thinking this, the half-man slowly stood up, slightly moved his arms and legs under Luger's gaze, and jumped off the big rock. As he jumped, the half-man completely got rid of the illusory state and now looked like a normal person.

"I also want to thank you for the little gift you gave me. It helped me get out of this state faster." said the half-man.

Well, the mouth and eyes and stuff still can't move, so I'm not a normal person yet, Luger thought.

"That shrunken thing?" he said.

"Yes, that's the corpse of a child of the world, and his world should no longer exist. To others, it's no different from an ordinary corpse, but to me, it has some use."

The half-man moved his shoulders, arms and legs as he spoke, seeming to enjoy the feeling of being able to move again.

"What kind of person is the Son of the World? A child of the world?" Ruger asked, looking up.

"Sad people often don't appear when the world is prosperous. Even if they do appear, they are bound. They are most likely to be born when the world is declining, but they are often unable to turn the tide. The children of the world born when the world is on the verge of collapse are the saddest. The bad side of the world also affects them, and they are far less powerful than normal children of the world. They often have difficulty growing up and are weak and sickly from a young age. Just like the world they live in, their fate has long been determined, and their mission at birth is like witnessing the end of their world."

The half-man was talking, moving his hands and feet, and his figure became a little illusory.

"After the world is destroyed," Luger looked at him and said, "will everything disappear?"

"Of course not. As long as you are strong enough, you can withstand it, but you will be subject to many restrictions and will encounter many inconveniences." The half-man saw Luger's strange look and continued, "I know what you are thinking. I am from the Catacombs World, that much is certain."

Ruger blinked. "Work hard, strive to become a powerful wizard, and you will see more things, very interesting and fascinating things."

The half-man took out a bottle of crimson potion and handed it over.

"what is this?"

Luger had actually guessed it, but didn't take it.

"The dragon blood potion is your reward, and also a thank you for that unexpected gift," the half-man said, seeming somewhat curious about Ruger's actions. "Just a small bottle is enough. Drinking it is like bathing in a pool of dragon blood, enough for you to successfully transform into a dragonborn kobold. After that, you won't have to worry about your lifespan for a long time, and you can focus on your wizard training."

"Well, this..." Ruger opened the space door and revealed a breath, "I already have dragon blood, a large pit, from a powerful alien dragon. Actually, I want the pure kind... I saw it in a diary before, and the pure kind seems to be very good."

Ruger's words caused the half-man to fall silent, as if he had encountered a small problem.

"That kind of thing is generally what bloodline wizards pursue. It's good that you think so. Maintaining one's own identity in the pursuit of power is always a wizard's must. It seems your goal is very ambitious," the half-man sighed. "Although the slight influence on personality may seem insignificant, and a wizard's willpower can suppress it, when you really go far and look back, every insignificant point will have an impact on the road ahead."

The half-man put the potion away.

"I will find a way. It should be possible. I will come to you then." After saying this, the half-man walked away without looking back.

Ruger opened his mouth, looked at the figure disappearing at the end of the passage, and then looked at the bare big rock beside him.

Well, he thought.

This time I can go back to meditate with peace of mind.

No one should bother the great kobold wizard, he thought to himself amusedly, and began to walk back.

Maybe I should get some sleep when I get home. I've been too tired these past few days, he thought.

The half-human suddenly could walk and jump, which was somewhat beyond his expectations. It was clearly just a face that originally belonged to the half-human being sent back from the abyss as a sacrifice. Although he didn't know the reason, it felt magical. At the same time, this also meant that the tacit employment relationship was over. At least he no longer needed help with errands.

In addition to Aisijin and Dashaheng, the little guys in the breeding bag should also be bathed in dragon blood.

Thinking of this, he opened the space door halfway.

"Little guy, did you miss me? Your dragon blood feast is here." Ruger took the breeding bag and dug a small pit on the side, setting aside a blood pool for the little brother insect.

The breeding bag vibrated in his hand.

"I know you are smart, but anything can happen after bathing in dragon blood, so the contract must be completed in advance so that I can give you a bath in dragon blood and then soak in it." Ruger said as he took out the contract stone he got from Baonte.

At the same time, he took out the black book and looked through the method of contracting a companion magic pet in the Magic Scar Meditation Method.

As for whether the clever little bug would refuse and leave him, he never thought about it. He believed that the other party was a smart bug, and if he really refused, he would just have to wait for more food.

He turned the breeding bag upside down, and something that looked like an insect egg and an eggshell fell out. It was half the size of a Ruger.

He landed steadily in the pit, which was obviously a bit small.

He paused for a moment, put down the black book, and while stroking it gently in response to the eagerness inside the eggshell, he took a closer look and found that this egg-like thing had some characteristics of the dead egg he found in the nest of the Gray Long-Neck Saint that day, such as the patterns.

(End of this chapter)