Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 68 Knowledge and Value

The struggles among the underground races, the Red Horn Tribe's ambition to expand the size of the Gnolls, and the ambitious Gnoll King.

Ruger was thinking about this at the moment, looking at the campfire quietly.

Seeing that there were many people around and some of them would look at him curiously from time to time, he put on his hood. The firelight reflected on his face, and the outer edge of the hood cast a slanted shadow.

"If you have something you want to trade, you can go to the Lizardman camp," the Flame Man suddenly turned to Ruger and said, "There are quite a few low-level apprentices there who will set up stalls privately to trade some of their gadgets."

Ruger's eyes lit up when he heard this. He took a long-awaited step to integrate into the extraordinary world, starting with the dog-headed people visiting the market.

But then he thought about the lizardmen, the old enemies of the dog-headed men. Although these guys have now completely become the subordinates of a certain apprentice, will they instinctively block or even attack if he gets close to them?

Even though he was thinking this, he had already stood up and walked towards that place.

He was still very eager to contact the extraordinary world besides the half-humans, especially when he heard that there were low-level apprentices like him. He had to go and take a look around, preferably to get some interesting spells. He could also make some money from time to time, such as the several notebooks in his storage bag that the wizard apprentice had used to study fireball magic.

He tightened his hood and gradually approached the two unusually tall lizardmen.

The two guys guarding the door on both sides twitched their noses and looked over curiously, but did not dare to move.

Ruger passed smoothly. He even stopped on purpose to look at the two stinky lizards who were confused and dazed.

What caught my eye were some tents and a few strange, square, golden metal houses.

He was first attracted by the smell of some food, but quickly shook his head and started walking towards the street stalls. The camp was larger than he had imagined, roughly divided into three streets. There was even a tavern on the corner, and one of the streets was full of scattered vendors.

Ruger noticed the attire and demeanor of some wizard apprentices. Using the words in Kaliu's diary, they were clearly wild wizards, with a different temperament from those who had received orthodox inheritance. Most wild wizards, aside from those who had inherited a wizard's legacy and embarked on a wizarding journey, were either unintentional or rejected by wizard organizations due to their lack of qualifications.

Strictly speaking, he is also a pure wild wizard.

Luger wandered over to a stall and suddenly noticed a lot of unfamiliar things on display: dried and liquid items, bottles and jars, and even shrunken limbs. The stall owner was an old man wearing tattered wizard robes. He wasn't particularly enthusiastic about Luger's arrival, but simply took a curious look at his height and the face beneath his hat.

He glanced at it twice and continued walking forward.

He needed to find something that was understandable and had text on it, such as books or various scrolls.

Soon a target appeared in front of him, and there were figures in twos and threes in front of the stall, and some discussions.

His small stature immediately moved forward to watch the excitement. Everything he saw seemed new and interesting to him now. He had been stuck in the ogre's den and hadn't seen so many people for a long time.

He glanced at the stall and knew what they were talking about. It was indeed a book, but a brand new one. It said "The Truth of the Mysterious City Revealed". The thin book cost five magic stones. And that was after leaving a secret mark on the contract at the stall so that it could not be shown to others. If no mark was left, then it would cost seven magic stones per book.

Ruger saw that he was only interested in selling seven magic stones, so he set the price so close. Most wizard apprentices also chose the same option; no one liked to casually leave their own mystical mark on the contract.

What he lacked most was information. He couldn't get a word in when the elves were chatting.

Then he took out seven magic stones and read a book.

He continued walking, occasionally wandering into corners to see if the half-humans would show up. He had already decided to exit the camp from the other side and spend some time alone in a secluded area. Stopping in front of a middle-aged man who was clearly a wild wizard, Ruger examined the spellbooks on the stall. They were noticeably different from the ones he held, lacking a sense of refinement and solemnity.

"This is a privately handwritten version, with no unauthorized changes. The first half is the basic spell model, and the second half contains my personal experience..." The stall owner dusted off his robe and said to Ruger.

Ruger did not question it, his eyes quickly scanning between several books.

Unfortunately, after a long time, there was no spiritual throbbing.

"Can I pick it up and have a look at it?" he said.

The stall owner gestured for invitation.

These poor books even contain fire bomb techniques, which shows that the boss's business will definitely not be good.

Ruger took a few glances and felt that it was less and less reliable. In the end, he only chose a zero-ring spell, the Light Spell. This small spell would surely not cause any problems.

"Fifty magic stones."

The stall owner spoke, causing Ruger to be stunned.

Although he didn't understand the market, this was just a copy, not a rare spell. No one except wild wizards would even give it a second glance. He had a magic stone in his pocket, but he didn't use it like this. This was absolutely intolerable.

"I have something good here," Luger said, pulling out one of the Fireball Technique notebooks. "Don't worry, you can take a look."

The stall owner frowned and took the notes.

Ruger learned that among wild wizards, Fireball was a spell with a very high solidification rate. Even if the stall owner could not use this notebook himself, he could definitely resell it, or even copy it multiple times and sell it.

The stall owner's expression has not changed, but this is also the best change, which shows that he is in control.

"Two hundred magic stones, and I'll give you the book on Flash. You can also pick out another one here." The stall owner didn't say anything else, closed his notebook and spoke slowly.

"Three hundred magic stones, I don't want any more spells."

Ruger knew that he might suffer a loss, but he was too lazy to talk nonsense. He had already read the contents of this notebook.

The stall owner pretended to hesitate for a while, but finally agreed with great reluctance and gave Ruger three large magic stones of the same type that Baonte had given him last time.

He walked around again, walked out of the camp from the other side, sat down in a deserted place, and read the book "The Truth of the Mysterious City Revealed" that he had been itching to read for a long time, while waiting for the half-man to show up.

This so-called big revelation, as he opened the page, was met with an air of unreliability.

First of all, there are three so-called speculations written directly above. One says that it is an alien magic city left over from ancient times, one says that it is an alchemical tool made by a powerful wizard in ancient times, and the last one is even more outrageous, saying that this is a city of immortality. As long as you become a resident in it, you can achieve immortality, but the price is that you can never leave this city.

Ruger was most intrigued by the wizard's legacy, which spoke of a strange world, a world of knowledge. When the Nightmare World was first discovered by wizards, someone proposed a hypothesis: since the subconscious of countless beings could create the Nightmare World and become the pillar of its existence, could there be an even more bizarre world of knowledge, born from the infinite pursuit of knowledge and countless hearts?
Finally, thanks to the efforts of the wizards, this strange and incredible world was confirmed and named the world of knowledge, but like the nightmare world, this world was far from being as beautiful as imagined.

(End of this chapter)