Hmm?
Ruger suddenly opened his eyes. Without realizing it, he had actually fallen asleep. What a disgrace to the dignity of a Formal Wizard. Perhaps he had relaxed too much. Still, it had broadened his horizons—he had broadened his own horizons. A wizard who fell asleep while practicing spells... in some places, that would surely become a joke people talked about for years.
Would anyone who saw this think he was lazy? Ruger wondered.
Combined with what he had been doing these past few days—the two Fuzzy Hands, the new method of casting—it really did seem like laziness could explain it all. As though laziness was the driving force behind everything. Ruger could not help but ponder it.
He worked hard, yet hard work did not seem to contradict laziness. He could work hard so that he could become a better lazy Kobold later. He had even imagined sending the Fuzzies out to struggle on his behalf while he slept in at home. So carefully nurturing the Spirit Furs could also be said to be for the sake of enjoying laziness.
Ruger abruptly sat up in bed. Perhaps this was an unavoidable trait of Dragonkin creatures.
After thinking it over, he lay back down. The marvelous Mushroom Mattress had an indescribable comfort to it. He decided to take it with him. He could use it himself, or give it to Aisijin. After becoming a Dreamsleep Fighter, she was like Zhizhi—every so often, she needed to sleep for a long time.
Ruger guessed that the Fighter Potion had also awakened part of Aisijin's Dragonkin instincts.
It made her sleep even more heavily on top of her original Dreamsleep Fighter abilities. Fortunately, she could now control it through willpower. That was also a form of tempering her Fighter's Mark. Still, once the