I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha

As it turned out, he slowly discovered that Roland's Polymorph spell could create a Holy Grail!

The mermaid was his doing!

Today, I absolutely have to teach this kid a lesson, or I won't be able to quell the hatred in my heart!

Roland secretly lamented in his heart: 'Judging by senior's expression, it seems she's been holding back for a long time. I'm done for, I'm going to get taken down by senior today!'

'Wait, I might not necessarily be weaker than her now. It's not certain who will be taking down who!'

Roland was there assessing the strength between the two.

However, senior thought that Roland was afraid.

She felt that dealing with Roland wasn't urgent. She would let him water the herbs first, see what the difference was between the Holy Grail and the one he conjured up, and then properly teach him how to respect his teacher.

But this test led to trouble.

Roland's Holy Grail was completely different from that Holy Grail.

She pointed to the Holy Grail not far away and said, "The Holy Grail is in my hands. Can the effect of the fake Holy Grail you conjured up be better than mine? Don't you want to know what the difference is between the Holy Grail conjured up by the Araleiye Polymorph spell and the real Holy Grail?"

To be honest, Roland was really curious about this.

Because the things watered by his Holy Grail were a bit strange. The fruits were completely different from those recorded in the magic potion books.

The effect was also a bit strange. Everyone said that fire vine roots could increase vitality, but no one said that this thing also had a strong nourishing effect.

So, he was curious about the Holy Grail. He really wanted to try and compare them.

But he always felt that senior had ulterior motives. So he stood there without saying a word.

Seeing that Roland still looked like a stubborn mule, Catherine suppressed the anger in her heart. She threw the broken wine glass in her hand into the sky. Then, the wine glass turned into a magpie!

It fluttered around the room.

After circling over their heads for a moment, the magpie landed on the Holy Grail of the fountain and began to groom its feathers.

Roland's expression was a bit colorful. Senior's Polymorph spell was very similar to the one in Araleiye's notes. But Roland always felt that it was different from what he usually used.

Catherine said, "I gave you Araleiye's notes. I naturally know what tricks you have. Besides, don't you really want to know how to truly silence Miss Leona, the dancer?"

Roland's expression changed drastically.

He thought that he had kept his affairs well hidden, but it turned out that senior knew even what kind of underwear he was wearing!

Senior flipped her palm, and then the Holy Grail and the magpie on it ran to her hand.

She persuaded, "You possess a treasure, but you don't know how to study it in depth. Look at your current magic, it's only a short two or three seconds!"

Catherine stretched out her thumb and index finger with great contempt: "So short, what can you do? If you don't practice well today, how will you improve in the future?"

After hesitating for a moment, Roland sighed secretly. He took out a broken wine glass and a bottle of wine from his pocket. After pouring the wine, he poured it on the dwarf-sized strange fern.

The fern did not change at first, and Catherine was not in a hurry. She conjured up a set of chairs, drinking wine and teasing the magpie.

After a while, the fern began to grow slowly, growing to more than one person tall.

Catherine was slightly surprised. After she had previously ripened it, it was only a little taller than this.

Before long, the fern grew to more than ten feet tall, like a tree. Looking at this huge fern, Catherine's expression was very colorful.

Slowly, the fern actually bloomed.

After special cultivation, it would indeed bloom. But the flowers in front of me were slightly different.

Their colors were more gorgeous, and they were also larger.

Catherine showed a dull expression, and the waves in her heart were monstrous: 'How could Roland's Holy Grail be like this? What kind of Polymorph spell is that? Is it the content in Araleiye's notes? No, this is not magic, this is something from the mysterious side!'

Catherine suddenly had a very strange idea.

Roland is a mysterious creature!

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Roland waved his hand in front of his eyes, feeling that he had just seen some strange words flying in front of him.

The senior beside him suddenly staggered, and she reached out to support Roland before she stood firm.

"This, why does this smell so sweet?"

Catherine shook her head, as if she was drunk. She suspiciously approached the flower and observed it, and found that the smell of the flower was very different.

The normal flowers emit a fishy smell.

But these flowers are sweet and intoxicating, like fine wine.

The sweet and intoxicating atmosphere permeated the house, making people feel relaxed.

Catherine looked up at the magic eyes hovering above her head, and found that they were entangled together.

They were clearly some strange things, doing things that would drop SAN, but the picture made people feel surprisingly... Catherine's face was slightly flushed.

The masculine aura on Roland's body made her heart beat wildly. She inexplicably remembered the things she had been angry about these days, and she had the urge to bite him hard.

In a trance, Catherine suddenly came back to her senses and found that she and Roland were standing at the staircase, and she was lying on his chest, biting his collarbone hard.

"Senior, hurry, hurry! Restriction, what is the magic spell to unlock this restriction!"

Roland gasped and roared, "The smell here is not right, leave quickly."

"Alas, Uli Bato... (a string of spells) You, keep your hands to yourself!"

"Stop biting me, senior, I warn you!" Roland's voice was very dangerous.

Catherine suddenly woke up a lot, and she hurriedly recited a magic spell.

But she recited it wrong several times in a row.

At this moment, she suddenly found that she was lying on a soft feather bed. And Roland, like a beast, with red eyes, was staring at her in front of her.

"Go away, go away!"

"Then let go of me!"

She annoyedly wanted to push Roland away, but then she felt that she was holding him tightly, biting his collarbone hard.

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Roland had a very strange dream.

In the dream, he was entangled with a six-armed hell demon.

The demon was sacred and enchanting, pure and beautiful. The dream was very gorgeous and incomparably sensual.

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The demon was passionate like fire, like a twisting snake. Also like a cat clinging to his chest.

They turned the world upside down, enjoying the sweetness and beauty. Neither of them was satisfied. They were caught in a gentle trap and could not extricate themselves.

When Roland woke up from the erotic dream, the first thing he saw was a beautiful face and a pair of ice-cold eyes.

Roland's heart skipped a beat, and he woke up completely.

"You're awake?" There was no emotion in Catherine's words.

Roland was shocked to find that she was lying in his arms, and they were both naked.

Catherine's face was flushed red, and her eyes were cold as ice, "Let go of me."

Roland hurriedly let go of his arms, Catherine wanted to stand up, but she cried out and fell into Roland's arms, clutching her waist.

The fragrant and soft peach made Roland unable to hold back any longer. He hugged her tightly in his arms.

Then, with his lips, he forced her words of rebuke back into her throat.

In rewen, Catherine's eyebrows gradually relaxed, and her mind was intoxicated.

Many things that followed came naturally.

Compared to the dream, the real taste made them even more indulged in indulgence and madness.

The moon slowly hung in the sky, and then slowly fell down, and the sky was dawning.

The two lay on the bed, covered in sweat.

Catherine breathed evenly and opened her eyes. This time she didn't talk nonsense with Roland, and directly pushed away this guy who was not honest with his hands and feet.

She got up to comb her hair and change clothes. When the white and noble witch robe was slowly put on, Catherine's temperament immediately changed.

She looked dignified and noble, like a snow lotus that could not be touched.

But the snow lotus was no longer pure white, and there was already vermilion color on its petals.

When Catherine turned her head to look, she found that Roland had already dressed neatly and was sitting on the head of the bed watching her comb her hair with a smile.

The gentle eyes, like the sun, made Catherine's heart suddenly jump a few times, producing a strange emotion.

"You should be clear about the relationship between us. It is impossible to pretend to be real. What happened today was just a mistake. I will only live here for a while, not with you all the time. After that matter is over, I will fulfill the promise Wallace made to you, arrange a territory and title for you, and you can go or stay as you please." There was no emotion in Catherine's words.

Catherine was lying, she knew her own thoughts, otherwise she wouldn't have chosen Roland as an excuse. Moreover, Araleiye and Alexandra had a destined prophecy, and she had longed for it a lot. It's just that she has been afraid to advance the relationship between the two.

Roland's path of truth is much more difficult than she expected. He may never become a formal wizard in his life.

And she has no bottlenecks.

A hundred years will pass in a hurry, and when she looks back, the person she likes will be a handful of loess.

So, she and Roland may be destined to be just a short story. Catherine will remember today's events for the rest of her life. But realistically, they can't be together for a lifetime.

It's better to part ways sooner, and forget sooner. So as not to after a long time... After the separation, Roland can also fulfill his wish and leave this place of right and wrong. Get married and have children sooner.

And if Roland can truly embark on the path of a true wizard in the future, and even possess a 'Silver Body,' perhaps they might meet again someday.

Regarding his senior's words, Roland simply responded, "Yes, I know."

There wasn't a trace of emotion in his voice.

Seeing Roland so indifferent, Catherine felt extremely frustrated, and her tone became increasingly unkind: "If anyone else finds out about what happened today..."

"No one will know. Unless you kill me," Roland softly reassured her.

At that moment, Catherine's bracelet suddenly lit up.

Jumbled voices seemed to come from within, among which Ying Tao's voice was very clear: "Have you left yet? The Dean and professors are waiting... Huh, Catherine, where are you? Aren't you with Her Majesty the Queen?"

Catherine panicked and covered the bracelet, and the voices inside disappeared.

She said to Roland, "Everyone thinks we haven't met more than a few times... If you see me outside in the future, pretend to be strangers! And, whatever you do, don't let anyone know that I secretly came back to see you these past few days!"

A certain young lady, considered the heir by the White Queen, using discomfort as an excuse to refuse attending a palace banquet, secretly slipped away from the palace, just to tryst with her lover?

If such news appeared in tomorrow's newspaper, Catherine felt that her mentor would definitely kill her!

Her senior had come to see Roland these past few days, in truth.

To put it bluntly, her senior missed Roland and wanted to communicate with him.

Roland missed her too.

It's just that neither of them expected that they would communicate in this way.