Kobold Wizard's Journal

Chapter 87 Friends and Invitations

"Master Lorigo said that if you find anything suspicious in the team, you can take action directly. It will be based on your safety and judgment. He will bear all losses..." she said.

Luger smiled and nodded.

The woman hesitated for a moment, then continued, "The young master also said that if you judge that the time has come for you to leave alone, you don't have to hesitate and you can leave alone."

She then pulled out two slightly worn small bags and, with a surge of mental energy, began taking out magic stones. This meant she was settling the hiring fee in advance, allowing them to leave at will should danger arise. From the magic stones she pulled out, it was clear that the two storage bags were not large. Ruger didn't even count them, but smiled and swiped away the items, storing them in his own bag.

"I'll think about it," he said with a smile.

This is a response to the invitation.

The red-haired woman, Myrtle, glanced at him, nodded silently, and turned to leave the tent.

Ruger was very interested in the Underground City and even considered living there for a while, enjoying the delicious food, getting a house to meditate quietly for a while, and finally enjoying a life of light. It would be nice to go directly from the Abyss Cave District to the Underground City, skipping even the numbered underground districts in between. And while visiting the small town in the Abyss Cave, he had a thought: if the extraordinary people really did have a secret market, it was very likely in the Underground City.

If he really goes to the Catacombs, Ms. Myrtle with her beautiful red hair will surely be his guide to the place where extraordinary people trade.

Ruge also thought that if he entered the Catacombs City as invited by Master Lorrigo, while enjoying certain conveniences, he would inevitably be labeled as Master Lorrigo and would also be affected by the vortex of trouble that Master was in.

After a brief meditation, he lay down and rested.

The organic spirit insects were squeaking and guarding underground. No one was safer than him in this temporary rest camp, including the young master. If he was not afraid of not being able to respond in time to any movement or missing out on something good, he could have chosen to return to the bedroom space in the abyss to rest, just like the two dog-headed men who fell asleep after eating fruit.

Dashaheng had always seemed careless, but Ruger knew he possessed a subtle mind. In previous battles, Dashaheng hadn't played a significant role, which had left him somewhat frustrated. Although he still hummed a few times out of habit when he returned to his space to rest, each hum was different. Perhaps the adventure stories of wandering knights had given him some new perspectives.

In reality, both kobolds needed more experience. Even in this battle, they hadn't yet adapted to their weapons. Aisijin and Dashaheng's overall abilities had already significantly surpassed Bald Tooth's, but their performance in battle was nowhere near as formidable as when Bald Tooth fought the Gray Longneck Lord. They hadn't yet adapted to their changes.

Nothing happened that night, and when he walked out of the tent again, something happened that surprised Ruger.

He looked at the three people following Master Lorigo and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Sir Ruge, come and enjoy breakfast with us. Myrtle was once a famous treasure hunter, a true adventurer who spent years on the road. Her cooking skills are quite impressive," the handsome Master Lorigo said, wiping away the tiredness on his face as he saw him come out. "Of course, we have Kallit and Johnson to help us too. The three of them have such a good chemistry when it comes to making food that it's even more interesting than their adventure stories."

A burly man who looked a little dull scratched his head and smiled at Ruger. On the other side, a lively beauty with big eyes and short hair nodded reservedly at Ruger while stirring a long-handled spoon.

Ruger smiled and sat down by the campfire, taking out a bowl he brought from town. He liked to have his own special tableware.

The beautiful lady with big eyes took the bowl naturally and filled it with soup for him.

"Kalit has always wanted to thank you for saving her that night. She wanted to go to your tent yesterday to ask you what you like to eat, but she was afraid to disturb you." Lorigo also has his own exclusive tableware, but it is much more luxurious. He said with a smile while eating.

Ruger nodded and took the bowl of soup, which made the short-haired beauty lower her head shyly.

He smiled and began to concentrate on enjoying his breakfast.

The friendly chats by the campfire, the laughter and funny stories that came from time to time, seemed unable to overwhelm his interest in the thick soup in the bowl.

He just stared at the bowl of soup, and after drinking it, he returned to the tent. The mercenaries had already started packing their bags.

He immediately entered the Abyss Bedroom and saw two Dragonborn Dog-headed Men huddled together, carefully turning the pages of a book with their fingertips.

The two men were so engrossed, perhaps drawn into the story, that they didn't immediately notice his arrival. "Aiskin," he called softly, "you two should have summarized the shortcomings of the battle that day. I want to hear it now."

After he finished speaking, he leaned on the stone bed beside him, took a black fruit to enhance the flavor, made shaved ice in a bowl and ate it slowly.

Aisijin's eyes lit up, she pushed Dashaheng aside and sat in front of Ruge.

"Making a summary after every battle is something an adventure team must do," she said, patting her chest.

The dog-headed girl was obviously also greatly influenced by those novels.

Ruger just watched it all with a smile, eating fruit shaved ice while listening to her story quietly. After becoming a dragon-born dog-headed man, he was indeed smarter, his brain was more alert, and his ability to choose words and organize language was much stronger than before.

He listened quietly. In fact, there was no need for him to verify it. He just needed to believe in himself. He just found it interesting and wanted to be more rigorous.

It was another day of broadening his horizons. He had not expected that he would encounter such a wonderful situation. For a moment, he even felt that he had really become the protagonist in those fantasy adventure novels.

By the time he walked out of the abyssal bedroom, he had already made a decision in his mind.

The adventurous gene in his body was howling, and he borrowed the big hammer from Dashaheng. He thought that it might give the guy in the dark some excitement, but at the same time he also wanted to see what more interesting performance it would have.

Before he walked out of the bedroom, he had cast a spell on himself, this time including spiritual boiling.

He now put the sledgehammer into another storage bag, stepped out of the tent and walked to the campfire.

The mercenaries in the distance had already packed up and were ready to set off, but a few of them were still sitting there chatting, with after-meal tea being heated over the flickering campfire.

"Sir Ruge, Kalit made your favorite tea last time!" Lorigo greeted.

Luger smiled and took a step forward. His body was as fast as lightning, and with a snap, he smashed Kalit, who was squatting by the campfire, into a pulp.

He swung his hand again, but unfortunately it was blocked by the prepared, stiff and sturdy Johnson. Instead of turning him into mud, he was just knocked away. The mercenaries around him were stunned by the sudden change and stood there at a loss.

Ruger jumped out with a loud laugh, feeling the violent power of his dragon-born dog-headed man blessed by the spell, and chased after him in an instant.

Seeing Johnson, whose half body was limp and looking at him with confusion and fear, Ruger swung his arm and sledgehammer without hesitation. Another pool of meat paste was created, and the entire temporary camp fell silent.

Ruger looked around with the hammer in his hand. None of the hundreds of mercenaries dared to look him in the eye.

He put away the hammer, smiled and returned to the campfire. He took out his broken bowl and poured himself half a bowl of hot tea.

"What have you done!" The red-haired woman suddenly let out a sharp scream.

The sound of drinking tea seemed particularly harsh in the camp at this time.

"Your mental power is really not strong enough, Myrtle. According to the strength of your mental power, you should not be affected. At least you should be sober after I deal with those two guys. Drink less potions to increase mental power. It will not do you any good. Although I don't understand the Gem Summoner, I am sure that it will still become a shackle for you in the future..." Ruger held the tea bowl.

During their several contacts, he always felt that there was something wrong with Myrtle's mental strength, like a rotten side dish in a stew of insect shells.

(End of this chapter)