Chapter 65: Pit and Wine

Luge followed the method in the book, leaving his Secret Technique Mark on the eggshell, covering it with his hand, beneath which he had placed that Contract Stone, which also bore his Secret Technique Mark.

Then using the Secret Technique Mark to communicate with it, when he constructed a simple Rune for contracting in his Spiritual Power Space, it was as if he had opened a door through the closely pressed Secret Technique Marks, sensing a familiar, joyful Soul fluctuating. He made contact with it to soothe it, and after its emotions stabilized, he sent the Companion Familiar's Rune and a newly generated Secret Technique Mark through this tenuous connection; the Companion Familiar was entirely about mutual willingness, and the slightest resistance would mean failure.

When the Rune and Secret Technique Mark truly passed through that non-existent door, the difficulty of maintaining it began to increase sharply; that joyful Soul did not resist, which was the greatest guarantee of success, and even that Soul approached on tiptoe, actively wrapping the Rune and Secret Technique Mark, and the contract was completed in an instant.

Luge smiled, tossing the Contract Stone in his hand; the other party's Spiritual Power strength was already not weak, yet he hadn't expected the contract to be so successful.

"Don't be anxious; even after you hatch, you can still live in the Dragon Blood Pit..."

He began to expand, enlarging this egg pit by two more rings, then brought that pool of clean Dragon Blood and started pouring it down from above.

The eggshell was instantly stained red and saturated by the Dragon Blood.

It was actively absorbing it.

It trembled, like a foolish child who had been thirsty for ten thousand years.

Luge watched from the side with a beaming smile, not the least bit afraid it would burst, simply using his freed Storage Bag to scoop Dragon Blood and pour it onto the eggshell. The small pool fundamentally couldn't hold it all; the Dragon Blood poured in at first hadn't even reached the bottom before it was gone, and now with two bags poured in, the absorption speed only then slowed somewhat, slowly accumulating a puddle at the bottom of the pool.

He stared for a good while, until the absorption speed thoroughly slowed, then replenished the pool with some more Dragon Blood, before walking out of the Abyss Bedroom Space.

With a formidable Familiar, the Half-Man's pure Dragon Blood also had a destination, and for a moment his mood was excellent.

He took out a waterskin containing Crying Mushroom Wine and drank as he walked, also stuffing a piece of Roast Meat into his mouth.

It was just a pity, he knew, that happiness was inevitably momentary, because he did not want to be a happy, simple little Kobold, he did not want to live his whole life in a Big Cave, to become a king and hegemon; even if there were a few little Kobolds serving him, massaging his legs and rubbing his shoulders, that was Old Gold Tooth's enjoyment, not his, and never would be in the future.

Of course, the present happiness still had to be enjoyed; he poured another mouthful of Crying Mushroom Wine into his mouth.

He would become a powerful Wizard, a Wizard who could ensure tragedy would not befall himself.

When passing a nice spot, there happened to be a shallow pit.

He stopped his steps, took out the Succubus Scholar's fragments, placed them in the shallow pit, silently looked at them once, then performed a simple burial, and finally poured a mouthful of Crying Mushroom Wine over it. Who would have thought a special Succubus was buried in this ordinary little Corner? And a guest from another World at that. He thought about it and found it somewhat funny; she was actually a learned Succubus, truly strange enough, that he would actually encounter her.

He drank another mouthful of Crying Mushroom Wine, turned, and walked back at a leisurely pace.

Since he was already soaking one guy, he might as well go back and complete the Dragonborn Kobold Transformation for Aijin and Dasha today as well.

Sipping the sweet liquid mouthful after mouthful, he suddenly felt somewhat drunk, so he put away the waterskin and hurriedly gave himself another Spiritual Boiling.

Along the way, he discovered some Kobolds would salute him; this, without a doubt, was Old Gold Tooth being bored out of his mind again.

He found Aijin and Dasha and brought them to a secluded place.

"In a while, everything follows my orders; very soon you will become smart," Luge said, opening a Spatial Door, "Don't be afraid, don't panic."

The two Kobolds nodded nervously.

Aijin was obviously very afraid, but out of trust in Luge she didn't move rashly, and under guidance she steeled herself and stepped across the intangible Spatial Door.

And Dasha, compared to other things, was even more afraid of Luge, so he appeared even more obedient than Aijin.

One large and one small pit were prepared; Dasha used the one Old Gold Tooth had expanded last time, while Aijin's was new; the Dragon Blood was simply distributed, and the two Kobolds lay down in them. He also had to reserve some Dragon Blood for himself and the transforming Companion Familiar, in case something unexpected happened on the Half-Man's side.

Soon, the guys in the three pits all quieted down.

He watched from a distance, and after watching for a while, began Meditation Cultivation.

At present he still had one compatible Spell he had not learned, which he had already placed as top priority outside of practicing the Meditation Method; it was the Zero-Circle Spell reward obtained from Ba'angte, Demon Body. Although Ba'angte's Evaluation of it was not high, he already trusted the talk of Spell Compatibility and the Spirituality guidance in the dark completely.

Since there was a High Compatibility Spell, naturally he had to learn it; he had even already planned to make it the occupant of a Temporary Spell Slot after the birth of his third Magic Mark.

Three rounds of unsatisfying Meditation ended, and he was just about to take out the Demon Body Spell for a first quick read-through.

Movement came from Dasha and Aijin's side, and this was much faster than Old Gold Tooth back then.

He glanced over; the two guys twitching in their sleep, and he continued lowering his head to read the book. This was a very interesting Spell, seemingly quite comprehensive, yet as Ba'angte said, comprehensively weak.

Demon Body, Zero-Circle Spell.

A Small Spell transformed from demonized flesh; the transformer's initial conception was quite good, it had certain value so it was included, but as a Recorder I must say a sentence, even if two Magic Stones were deducted, I would request to keep this sentence.

The value of this Spell lies more in comparison and inspiration; it is a decent reference material for those wanting to transform related Spells; if one truly wants to learn it or fix it into a precious Zero-Ring Spell Slot, then I must advise this Apprentice: unless Spirituality guides you, a very High Compatibility twists your neck around, otherwise do not do this, do not let your Wizard Apprentice career fall into a Predicament, cherish your Zero-Ring Spell Slot.

This Spell can grant the Caster some Resistance to most Toxins based on Demon characteristics, but it is not strong enough; it can make the Caster's physique become sturdy in the span of a breath, but not as good as Bull Strength, and it wastes a piece of clothing or requires wearing it loose; it can also lower the Caster's pain sensation, but it still hurts; it can make the Caster more resistant to beating, but far inferior to Magic Skin Technique. When Casting Demon Body, there is an additional restriction: an item bearing Demon Aura is needed as a Catalyst, but different materials have no influence on the Spell's effect whatsoever; this point is likewise inferior to Magic Skin Technique.

The more Luge read, the more interesting he found it.

Almost the entire opening he read amid the Recorder's mockery and sarcasm; he could even imagine that this enthusiastic Recorder surely had his own story, such as being obsessed with a certain Spell in his youth, ultimately leaving an ineradicable regret.

(Chapter End)