Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 84 Suffering and Atonement

Along the way, he listened to the creaking and shaking sounds of the frame, and the occasional screams and cries of pain from the mercenaries, and gradually moved away from the town where he had lived not long ago.

Then he saw what Master Lorigo meant by "not far away".

While reading, he glanced at the crystal clock beside him. The lights at the upper and lower ends had rotated nine times, which meant that nine days had passed.

At the same time, he also saw the so-called cave area. It was called a area not only because it surrounded a cave city, but the environment and terrain here were also more spacious and open. Unlike the dog-headed people who often encountered various large holes connected to small holes, the cave area was like a larger and more stable bubble, or several large bubbles connected to each other. The flatness and openness of the terrain were almost like the legendary world above ground.

It was finally time to rest, and Ruger jumped off the carriage.

He looked at the mercenaries busying around and really admired them. Some of them had already started a fire, and a reckless underground beast they encountered on the road became the main course of their next meal.

"Lord Ruge, wizards are indeed as diligent as the rumors say," the handsome young man Lorigo said, looking at the spellbook in Ruge's hand. This was the case almost every time they met. He continued, "This is also the biggest difference between you and those wizards who mingle in large mercenary groups. Most of the ones I've seen in the past were just drinking and enjoying themselves."

Lorigo looked tired after the long journey over the past few days, but his eyes were still bright.

They chose to sleep on the carriage, nestling in the small woven compartment, so that they would not have to worry about danger from below.

The three of them came to a well-kept campfire and sat down.

The mercenaries had been delighted these past few days, their nights resting surprisingly peacefully. Some even claimed this was a journey blessed by the gods. But in reality, Ruger had simply found an opportunity to release the clever little bug, Zhizhi. As a companion magical pet, Zhizhi could sense its master's location and constantly followed him underground. Whenever the mercenary team stopped to rest, Zhizhi would hunt nearby and, with Ruger's cooperation, bring some back to Aisijin and the others.

"Master Lorigo, what do you want to gain from the ruins you are exploring this time?" Seeing that his employer was in high spirits, Ruger casually picked up a topic.

What he got in return was a long silence from this handsome young master.

"I want to be a wizard. That has always been my dream..." Lorigo said with his head down, then laughed again.

"I hope you won't laugh at my wishful thinking, haha."

Ruger could feel the desire in Lorigo's voice and laughter.

The two chatted and laughed. Ruger did not ask what the ruins looked like, and Lorigo did not mention it at all.

In the blink of an eye, another nine days passed.

Finally, the team slowly stopped in a large and exaggerated flat area.

This is the destination of this trip.

The mercenaries began to set up camp under orders, as if they were ready to stay there for a long time.

Ruger looked at the flat land in front of him.

"The original flat, regular area was much, much larger than this. The passage of time has changed the terrain, but every few decades, it becomes flat again," Lorigo said, coming up to him. "It's very interesting, as if someone comes here every few decades to flatten it."

Luger didn't say anything and just listened to him quietly.

"Until one day, a mercenary group traveling back and forth between different cave areas saw the tower with their own eyes. It was an indescribably huge tower. It was so big that it seemed to be able to tilt and penetrate different cave areas. After existing for dozens of days, the tower disappeared, leaving behind a huge flat land. One of my ancestors happened to follow that mercenary group. He went in to explore and became the first wizard apprentice in the family." Lorigo said with longing.

"Of course, it's been a long time, and I came across this by accident. For some reason, my family members seemed to know nothing about it, so I just came here to give it a try," the handsome young master smiled, "If I just came here to see the scenery, please don't laugh at me, Lord Ruge. Of course, there will be no shortage of magic stones." Ruge nodded, and the two of them stood there together to look at the scenery, with the red-haired woman standing behind the young master.

Ruge had a calm look on his face, but he was actually thinking about his spells in his mind. Although he had been interrupted many times along the way, the models of two spells, the Ear Planting Spell, had been completed. The spell model of the Light Spell would be almost mastered after he settled down tonight. Now the only spell left to learn was the Writing Spell.

He suddenly missed Kaliu, and also understood why some wild wizards only focused on pleasure after acquiring certain extraordinary abilities.

Ruge discovered that when chatting with Lorigo, the other party would inadvertently bring up words like night or day. After discovering that he could chat smoothly, he no longer deliberately controlled himself. He remembered what Old Gold Teeth and Kalu had said, that people living in the cave city also have night and day. The nobles controlled the huge light source above the city, manipulating it like the rotation of the sun and the moon, creating day and night.

The camp was filled with snoring after a busy day.

Ruger sat in his own tent. When building the camp, the bottom of the tent was also simply protected to prevent attacks from below, but he trusted himself more, so the Squeaky Bug was coiled under his tent, allowing him to build the spell model with peace of mind.

The moment the model of the Light Magic spell was successfully constructed, he didn't have time to be happy.

Roars and cries of pain were heard all over the camp.

He opened the tent and walked out. A squeaking insect popped its big head out and stuck to his calf.

Nearly two hundred mercenaries in the entire camp had been awakened from their sleep, and several makeshift leaders were giving orders at the top of their lungs.

"The ruins have appeared?" Ruger looked at Master Lorigo who had just crawled out of the tent.

The red-haired woman had summoned two pink gems that stood faintly between them, separating the two.

Take another closer look at Master Lorigo's expression at this moment.

Ruge already understood that something had probably happened that the master and servant had not expected.

The light magic spell model was fully empowered, and a huge white ball of light slowly flew high into the sky, illuminating the entire camp for a moment. This spell also had its own peculiarities. There was a floating threshold for empowering the spell model, rather than a fixed value like other spells. At present, this was the light ball that Ruger had fully empowered. If only a little bit was empowered, it would be a small ball of light on the fingertips.

He looked around in the light and saw that the outside of the camp was inexplicably surrounded by people.

These guys who appeared out of nowhere all had strange expressions and held weapons in their hands.

Young Master Lorigo beside him was so frightened that his face turned pale, and the red-haired woman, who was a superhuman, also had a serious expression.

"Sin!"

The men began to shout.

He shouted and rushed towards the camp with weapons in his hands.

"We are all sinners! We are all guilty!"

Ruger gradually began to express surprise. These men didn't dodge or evade the mercenaries' swords. They cried out in pain when struck, but their faces would then be filled with genuine smiles. At the same time, they would scream and lash out at the mercenaries with their weapons. Aside from those who were instantly cut down, the rest would trade blows, inflicting heavy damage and terror on the mercenaries.

"They are the Penitents. They firmly believe that the catacombs are a huge prison and that all of us are guilty. Killing us, or killing themselves, is atonement and redemption..." The red-haired woman saw the confusion on his face and spoke slowly.

(End of this chapter)