I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha

These kinds of incidents had caused quite a stir.

The stories spread far and wide, even making it to the wizarding news.

Enterprising reporters even changed the name of Formal Wizard Dahl's town to Bloodtooth Town or Flayskin Territory.

They even called him the Flayskin Lord.

And Lord Dahl's White Fang Magic Society was forcibly renamed the Bloodtooth Magic Society.

The news agency in question belonged to the Black Abyss Academy.

Lord Dahl was extremely annoyed by this.

He suffered both economic and reputational damage.

Although he often used a process to refine 'Bloodhide,' the material for this was a type of red lichen, a moss.

It had nothing to do with human skin.

But those reporters forcibly linked it to the ravings of the Bloodtooth lunatics.

So he went to the Black Abyss wizards and demanded they send someone to investigate the matter and clear his name.

According to Yingtao, the only thing Lord Dahl was criticized for by the White Chess Council was his sheltering of werewolves, which often led to the spread of rabies and other issues.

No one believed that Dahl would cause chaos in his own town.

So everyone trusted Lord Dahl.

But the academy strongly suspected that the Twilight Wizards were involved, speculating that they might be conducting secret research there.

If this speculation turned out to be true, the academy would have to take action.

"To the auction house," Roland said as he casually boarded a carriage outside a luxurious Roman-style bathhouse.

Since there were foreign wizards here, the driver immediately understood when he saw the magic gem being offered.

He eagerly drove the carriage, introducing the town to Roland like a tour guide.

Auction House Hallway.

A middle-aged nobleman with a square face walked towards the entrance of the venue, followed by a charming female appraiser.

The nobleman emanated no magical power, yet he was very strange.

He was clearly visible, yet easily overlooked.

Looking closer, the female appraiser was actually a high-level apprentice.

Her status in the White Fang Society seemed to be high, yet she was extremely respectful to this man, not daring to look him in the eye.

When she spoke to him, she couldn't help but tremble, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

It seemed that she had secretly used some mental tricks on this man, but they had no effect.

Instead, she was punished by him with some kind of fear spell.

As a result, she now had a strong sense of dread towards this wizard.

The nobleman had an arrogant expression and ignored everyone.

When a formal wizard passed by and greeted the female appraiser, he smiled and nodded to the Muggle nobleman.

But the nobleman ignored him, glanced at the wizard, and raised his chin slightly, responding very perfunctorily.

However, the formal wizard was not angry.

Instead, he became more humble, stood by the side of the road, and gestured for the nobleman to go first.

It seemed that this nobleman was a formal wizard, and a very powerful one at that.

The formal wizard had carefully examined him for a long time and found that the nobleman did indeed have magic.

But he could only vaguely see the fluctuations of an apprentice's magic.

It seemed that this nobleman not only had a special amulet to conceal his magical aura, but also had a strong control over his own magic.

No one could see his true magic power, not even this formal wizard.

But everyone guessed from 'Miss Kayla's (the appraiser)'s attitude towards him and the time he entered the venue that he must be one of the wealthy patrons invited by Dahl this time.

The attendants on the road quickly lowered their heads when they saw him and the female appraiser, showing great respect.

This nobleman was actually Roland.

He wasn't suppressing his magic, it was just like that.

But Miss Kayla's presence led many people to misunderstand.

His palms were sweating.

He had thought this was just a wild wizard's town, but even the female appraiser who appraised him was a high-level apprentice!

After his Mind Blast hit her, she recovered in a moment.

Although judging from the crazy words the appraiser said and the wet seat, this lady had probably lost control of her bladder in those brief seconds, she was able to speak to him normally after recovering.

Along the way, Roland also saw many formal wizards.

The female appraiser told Roland that the town was usually quite deserted.

But today was the quarterly auction, so it was particularly lively today.

After today, people would basically disperse.

Soon, the two entered the venue.

As soon as he entered, Roland was stunned.

A magnificent hall appeared before him, like a small and exquisite opera house.

Crimson carpets, magnificent murals and carvings, and high-hanging palace lanterns.

The hall was oval-shaped and had three floors.

Upstairs were semi-open private rooms with curtains and magical barriers.

Downstairs, there were seven or eight rows of seats, but only half of them were occupied.

Roland couldn't see the magic power of the people upstairs, but they should all be formal wizards or descendants of great families.

The people downstairs were of all shapes and sizes.

Some people were dressed very strangely, looking like ugly old witches.

Some people were dressed as priests, nuns, or simply covered themselves in hooded cloaks.

And some people were dressed like Roland, looking like Muggle nobles.

Among these people, there were many high-level apprentices, but there were also many mid-level and low-level apprentices.

The female appraiser told Roland that the auction house was usually full.

But the recent events in the town had affected the White Fang Society's business.

Many people believed that the events were caused by Lord Dahl, so many apprentices were afraid of being skinned by the White Fang Society after coming, so they didn't come.

With fewer apprentices, there were also fewer goods.

Wizards came to list their goods a few times, but didn't sell them for a good price, so they didn't come often either.

She directly took Roland upstairs: "Sir, there are many empty seats upstairs, please follow me."

If Roland's strength was really that of a formal wizard, he would definitely choose to sit downstairs.

But at this time, he remained calm and followed the female appraiser to a very good location upstairs.

Someone temporarily inserting himself upstairs attracted some attention.

But after seeing that this person was personally led by the organizer, they all showed expressions of understanding.

Recently, Bloodtooth Town had fewer guests, and the organizers often tried to invite some wizards to support the event, mostly friends of Lord Dahl.

The auction had already begun when Roland sat down.

The female appraiser didn't want to leave after sending Roland in.

Seeing that Roland didn't say anything, she boldly sat next to Roland, explaining the auction items to him.

According to the female appraiser's explanation, this auction was strictly speaking, a bidding meeting.

You could bid with magic stones, or you could exchange items.

But according to the rules of the White Fang Society, the payment must be settled on the spot.

The transaction fee was paid by the buyer.

The auctioneer was an elderly apprentice, but his knowledge was very solid, and he explained each item very clearly.

At this time, the item being auctioned was actually the land deed of an abandoned manor with a castle, and without servants or tenants, in Muggle territory.

Its base price was not high, only 300 magic stones.

The people upstairs were not interested in this, but the bidding from the guests downstairs was very enthusiastic.

"Four hundred and three!"

"Four hundred and five!"

"I bid five hundred magic stones!"

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Under Roland's strange gaze, the small castle manor was quickly auctioned to a terrifying number.

"Seven hundred and eighty magic stones!"

The bidder was a chubby mid-level apprentice, who gritted his teeth and announced the price.

"Eight hundred!"

A thin high-level apprentice raised his hand unhurriedly, raising the price again.

The fat man's eyes turned red, and he glared fiercely at the high-level apprentice.

He finally competed with the high-level apprentice for a while, and then slumped in his seat like a bereaved parent.

This castle manor was eventually auctioned off by a female apprentice who had not been bidding.

She bid 900.

The high-level apprentice hesitated for a moment, shook his head, and gave up the land deed.

900 magic stones could buy a good trinket.

But everyone was fighting so fiercely for a small territory in a Muggle kingdom, and many people looked like they would be miserable if they didn't get it, which made Roland very puzzled.

The female appraiser said: "The location of that territory is relatively special.

Although there are no residents, it comes with a small title of nobility.

The most important thing is that the kingdom is recognized by the wizarding world.

After the apprentices buy that territory, the school will let them go.

After living there, they can also stay away from the disputes of the various schools."

Roland suddenly understood.

The female appraiser paused and said again: "Every year, a large number of apprentices who can't make it will choose this path.

Of course, as long as there is a glimmer of hope of advancing to a formal wizard, we are willing to pay any price for it."

The female appraiser's words contained some hints.

Seeing that Roland didn't speak, she bit her lip and moved a little closer to Roland.

The thighs under the silk dress were very smooth and unintentionally pressed against Roland's body.

Roland looked at this powerful high-level apprentice with a smile, and reached out to enjoy the long legs.

The witch was overjoyed and pressed even closer.

Her hands were a little restless, and she seemed to be planning to serve Roland.

Roland said a word: "I am a necromancer."

The witch trembled, her whole body stiffening: "Sir, you are joking."

The high-level apprentice became as honest as a puppet.

Roland listened to her explanation while watching the auction.

To be honest, no matter how the witch looked at it, she didn't think Roland looked like a necromancer.

But she believed Roland's words.

Because when she introduced the list to this wizard before, he seemed to have no interest in the 'Flower Moss Robe,' but showed great desire for a 'Hella Goddess' Necromantic Bible.'

The next seven or eight items were mostly auctioned off for prices between 200-400 magic stones. The ninth collectible, an ordinary antique, unexpectedly caused a climax.

This time, the apprentices showed little interest, but the formal wizards were snatching it up like crazy. In the end, this antique, devoid of any magical aura, was sold for a sky-high price of 800 magic stones.

The female appraiser said, "This antique is not ordinary. Although it's only four hundred years old, it has experienced many stories. There is a small probability of it being born as a 'Natural Oddity' or even a 'Mysterious Treasure.' These two types of treasures cannot be compared to man-made alchemical oddities."

Roland suddenly understood why Wallace would open an antique shop.

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After several rounds of bidding, the attendants brought up a witch's cauldron, a mid-grade oddity.

Seeing this oddity, the buyers showed surprised expressions because this oddity was not on the list.

The auctioneer stated that this was a newly delivered item, and it was temporarily inserted into the queue.

Items that can be inserted into the queue are usually good, and they are often sold urgently, making it easy to find a bargain. Therefore, everyone became interested. When they heard that this medium-quality witch's cauldron was actually a magic potion alchemy oddity, everyone's eyes lit up.

Its base price started at 500, but it kept rising higher and higher. Many wizards bid, seemingly planning to leave it for their family's descendants to use.

Roland watched the soaring numbers, his palms sweating. In the end, it was auctioned off for 1300 magic stones and taken away by a calm buyer upstairs.

Roland was overjoyed; this oddity was his.

The cauldron was taken away, presumably sent directly to the buyer upstairs.

Before long, an attendant delivered a small box to Roland, containing 13 medium-grade magic stones.

Roland pretended to calmly put away the small box.

His remaining stomach pouch and undead stitched oddity were subsequently sold.

The stomach pouch is very special. Its function is singular, and it's very disgusting. It requires surgery, and after using it, there will be side effects such as obesity and gluttony, even affecting one's lifespan.

Therefore, Roland originally thought it wouldn't sell for a good price, but it sold for a very good price.

According to the female appraiser, after apprentices possess it, they can increase their magic power as long as they eat magical creatures. It's equivalent to a permanent 'low-grade meditation magic potion' during the apprentice period.

If its side effects weren't criticized by many white wizards or nobles, it would have sold for an even higher price.

Conversely, Roland originally thought the undead stitched oddity would sell well, but it sold for a very low price.

Its side effects are indeed very serious, but anyone who walks the path of an undead wizard doesn't care about impotence, turning into a corpse, etc.

No one was willing to bid, which can only mean that there were no undead wizards among the formal wizards present.

The three oddities sold for a total of two thousand eight.

Secretly patting his pocket, Roland finally felt a little more confident.

He was determined to get that 'Book of the Undead.' Relying solely on the spells of enslaving the undead + stitching magical puppets, he had no confidence in restraining Red Spirit because it would backfire.

But if he added the Book of the Undead, it would be no problem. Furthermore, Red Spirit and the evil spirits and specters could even form a team! And with the Book of the Undead, Roland could safely use soul tears to nurture them!

However, the female appraiser had previously told him that the Book of the Undead was very rare, and the undead were easier to find and more obedient than demons. Therefore, if they encountered an undead wizard who happened to be lacking this item, the price would be even higher than the Book of Demons.

According to previous auction situations, he had to prepare at least three thousand magic stones.

Next were several rounds of magic potion auctions, all of which were top-quality rare magic potions. Among them, there were several magic potions in the 'Shadow Howl' recipe. Roland hesitated for a long time and didn't bid.

Among them, three top-quality soul garlics sold for a total price of 800 magic stones.

Compared to other top-quality magic potions, soul garlic is difficult to use in medicine. But if it can be properly nourished, it has a chance to condense soul tears every three years.

Although the cultivation cost is high, requiring soul essence, and it also has requirements for the place where it grows, these are not problems for undead wizards.

With this kind of soul garlic, the undead of undead wizards can constantly grow. For them, top-quality soul garlic is very rare.

After 8 medium-grade magic stones were sent over, Roland secretly lamented: 'A base price of 500 magic stones, and it only auctioned for 800! Today, undead-related things are too difficult to sell. It's a pity that the mermaid grass rots after being watered. Otherwise, it would definitely sell for a high price.'

Calculating the magic stones he earned and the remaining magic stones in his hand, it was a total of more than four thousand, less than five thousand.

He thought to himself: 'Elina and the others' oddities are not suitable for public use. In addition to the Book of the Undead, I have to get an oddity... Blood leather and magic potions, I'm afraid I can't afford them.'

'However, I should still buy oddities at the oddity shop, in case I don't have enough money.'

Roland had no intention of buying oddities, but a mysterious sword sheath caught Roland's attention.

Although it was a sword sheath, the auctioneer called it the Holy Fire Blade. After a longsword is inserted into it for a period of time, it will be activated and mutated, transforming into a Holy Fire Servant. The master commands it to kill enemies outside of their field of vision, and it will also leave behind sacred flames.

The auctioneer specially invited a wizard proficient in swordsmanship to perform a demonstration. During the demonstration, the sword sheath floated in front of him, and as he chanted the magic spell, golden phantoms flew out of the sword sheath.

The phantoms followed the wizard's commands and were as easy to control as his own limbs. Instantly, countless figures flickered in the hall.

It seemed that as long as there was magic power, Holy Fire Servants would constantly fly out of the sword sheath, causing damage to the target.

Strictly speaking, this was a high-grade oddity, but the base price was only 300 magic stones.

In Roland's eyes, this was simply a divine weapon. He had a feeling that the holy fire waved out by the Holy Fire Servant he summoned would be purer.

But the bidders were all uninterested.

For normal wizards, this thing is indeed very useless because the Holy Fire Servant is used to deal with enemies according to the master's swordsmanship. The stronger the master's swordsmanship, the more powerful the Holy Fire Servant.

If the wizard only has low-level swordsmanship, then the full blow of the summoned Holy Fire Servant will only have the damage of a low-level swordsman's strike.

What's even worse is that this thing consumes a lot of magic power, and the user needs to have a sacred element attribute talent to exert the maximum effect.

If a shadow element wizard were to use this thing, the damage dealt by the Holy Fire Servant would be like tickling.

After spending so much effort and consuming most of his magic power, the result is not as good as two formal spells.

If it weren't for the fact that this thing can still cause a little bit of sacred flame damage, the base price of 300 magic stones wouldn't even be reached.

Most of the people sitting here are serious black wizards. Few people have sacred attribute affinity, so they are not interested in this thing.

Roland spent six hundred magic stones to buy it.

At this time, a noisy sound suddenly rang out in the venue. Roland took a closer look and found that the attendants had brought several coffins to the stand.

The auctioneer was holding a very ancient book in his hand. Its color was loess-like, and the cover was a raised mysterious image, which looked a bit like some statues from ancient Egypt.