Chapter 66

Luge was not startled by the enthusiastic recorder.

One must admit, learning a spell with high compatibility is truly remarkably smooth; he felt as if his mind had been opened, understanding and thoughts all so apt, as if he had instantly transformed from a dullard into a smart person, from Dasha into Aijin.

When abstruse and difficult things become smooth, they turn into a kind of enjoyment; at this moment he felt extreme enjoyment, as if riddles were being solved effortlessly before him, and every step was so spontaneous and natural.

He put down the book, humming a tune, and added a bit more dragon blood to the pool for each of these three fellows.

By rights, normally drinking one cup would be enough to cause a kobold to undergo a change.

This kind of dragon-blood-bathing transformation is luxurious; the dragonborn kobolds created are naturally stronger than that other kind, and the concentration of giant dragon bloodline in their bodies is also higher. As for the transformation success rate, that is even more completely unnecessary to think about.

Luge thought for a moment, put away the book, and strode out of the space.

Finally there was time to breathe; he looked at the somewhat monotonous interior of the space, wanted to transplant some things in, and try to see if they could survive.

The first thing he thought of was that tree; thinking of it, he went to do it. Under the augmentation of a spell, he rushed out of the gathering area's small cave all the way, following the road he and Aijin walked last time, and began rushing toward the place where that wingless monster dragon slept. Although that black fruit no longer had any use for him, looking at the soil inside the space that had been soaked through when the dragon blood originally surged in, perhaps planting on it would make the fruit stronger, to give to the other kobolds to eat, or feed to the companion familiars as snacks.

He ran wildly all the way, running extremely fast.

When he saw that tree again, it was still surviving tenaciously; although a large amount of soil had been dug away, the impact on it was not great, its roots still strove to spread in all directions to let it live, only today they would welcome the day of their severed roots.

Luge followed the traces left last time, continued digging deeper, and further reduced the area of the lonely island. The bedroom space only has a storage function to a certain degree, and cannot directly cut and take objects; the surroundings still had to be cleared.

The overly luxuriant branches were also a trouble; although many fruits hung on them, they still had to be ruthlessly destroyed.

After a bout of effort, the half-ruined fruit tree was finally loaded into the Abyssal Bedroom Space; he found a place with the thickest soil and planted it, but obviously more soil would still be needed to cope with future growth; he only hoped the dragon blood soil could let it keep its life first. He also tried transplanting a few small mushrooms in, plugging them beside the tree.

He walked back all the way; wherever he found pleasing, he stopped and collected large amounts of soil and rocks, recovered his spiritual power, then continued like this; the terrain on one side of the Abyssal Bedroom Space changed once in a while, and large amounts of dragon-blood-stained soil were also tossed by him to the vicinity of the tree.

Simultaneously, he unknowingly also collected fat meat worms; after his experience with the ancient castle, he still held great fondness for these worms; as the saying goes, better to have and not need.

He walked and stopped all the way; occasionally entering the Abyssal Bedroom Space, he could still hear Dasha's snoring.

Returning to the large bedroom transparent on three sides, he lay in the familiar place and began another round of meditation; on the road he had thought of a problem: if he always hid in the Abyssal Bedroom Space, then the Half-Man would have great difficulty finding him.

The newly opened part of the Black Book, the number of meditation runes doubled again; there were twelve new, somewhat more complex runes to master. Same as the previous promotion, the composition of the third magic mark required twelve new and twelve old, twenty-four runes condensed into one. At this moment he realized the difficulty of meditation had quietly changed; perhaps it had already shifted from mastering new runes to the difficulty of rapidly and stably constructing twenty-four different runes in one breath.

He slowly opened his eyes, letting out a long breath.

Twenty-four runes, third-rank wizard apprentice, he still had confidence; promotion speed would not be too slow, but after that he dared not think further, because the answer had already naturally emerged in his heart.

A burst of unhurried, composed footsteps came from the left side.

He leapt up at once.

Could it be the Half-Man? He felt a little excitement.

Amidst the excitement, he had already walked lightly to the corner of the other side's passage, pressing close against the wall to hide.

The spells he still had left in hand that he had not mastered were the Ear Planting Technique, Writing Technique, and Demon Body. He had always lacked a spell capable of scouting; the Ear Planting Technique could let mushrooms or plants and such temporarily grow false ears to transmit heard sounds to the spellcaster, counting as an authentic scouting spell, but it was still not intuitive or visible enough.

"Little kobold, are you still here?" Only to see a figure with pointed ears wearing a wizard robe emerge from one side of the passage.

It was precisely that dark elf wizard apprentice who had harassed Luge several times before.

Luge's heart jumped; it really wasn't the Half-Man.

He thought left and right, chose not to go out and meet her, quietly retreated two steps, and with a wave of his hand opened the spatial door.

Wouldn't it be nice to lean comfortably on the stone bed, looking at the Demon Body spellbook? He thought; that spell should be mastered very soon.

But he lifted his foot, yet did not step across cleanly.

He recalled Old Gold Tooth's comfort when looking at roast meat and the satisfaction revealed toward his current life; he had kept it in his heart at the time but it was another flavor, and now swapped into a wizard apprentice's identity, he was another Old Gold Tooth, and these few spellbooks were that piece of roast meat. Especially when Old Gold Tooth spoke high-spiritedly of the Red Horn Tribe and the elves fighting inseparably, having no leisure to attend to this side, that feeling was just like his right now; comfort cannot be built on the external, it must be in oneself.

Although he had previously joked about hiding away to meditate and learn spells undisturbed, after learning Demon Body, only Writing Technique and Ear Planting Technique remained to learn.

He slowly withdrew the leg he had stepped out.

If the Half-Man met with mishap, or simply didn't return, would his wizard path be cut off? Of course impossible to cut off! But in the vast Ground, big cave nesting small cave, how would he go about finding his own road? So it was best to take advantage of the increasingly gathering wizard apprentices here to hitch a few more roads. Even try to see if he could join some wizard force, such as the Wizard Academy type of thing in Kalu's Diary. A smart kobold cannot hang himself on a single tree.

"Beautiful wizard lady, I am here!" He called out loudly, walking out from the corner.

The elf before him had been not bad upon last contact; at least when she bathed, she did not get angry, and even passed the Foul Skin test; he could risk a try.

And looking at her every move, she seemed to still be someone with a request.

When Luge came out, he also conveniently put on the previous robe, making himself look more the part; after all, he was someone who had experienced a fifth-rank wizard apprentice great battle.

His enthusiasm seemed to make the elf a bit maladjusted.

"Put on a wizard robe, looks like you don't plan to keep acting the kobold here." The elf sized him up and down.

"Beautiful lady, you come here to find a stinky kobold, is there something you need him to serve for?" Luge walked before her and said.

The elf did not rush to speak, but circled him half a round.

"You seem a bit different," she said with certainty, "seem more confident."

(Chapter End)