I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha

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Roland, noticing Catherine curiously observing the people, whispered, "Don't underestimate that Baron and his knights. Though their equipment is simple, they are battle-hardened. See those few weapons? They're specifically for dealing with trolls. There's blood on them."

Catherine was slightly stunned: "You're saying that down-on-his-luck wandering knight is a noble lord? And those crude mercenaries are his noble knights?"

Roland suddenly realized that this esteemed young lady, this high and mighty she-devil, had never come into contact with commoners.

Few kings would even qualify to meet her, let alone the mortal lords of this remote region.

She didn't understand the secular world.

After thinking for a moment, Roland explained the details to this otherworldly demoness, covering aspects like decorations, clothing, hair, and insignias.

He finally said, "As for that little girl, I also don't know why these people are traveling with a small merchant."

Roland couldn't discern Amber's identity either.

Soon, he ignored this group and began showing off his experiences and interesting stories from the secular world to Catherine.

Catherine didn't expect that Roland, in his childhood with his father 'Anthony,' had been to so many places and seen so many interesting things. She couldn't help but listen with her mouth slightly agape.

Those slightly parted vermilion lips ignited a fire in Roland's heart, wishing he could immediately pin the esteemed Catherine down on the table and strip her bare.

But he pretended to be very gentlemanly, deeply concealing the evil desires in his heart.

Soon, the landlady and her eldest daughter came over with a large pile of steaming food. It was very lavish.

Baked apple, black pudding—minced pig organs mixed with oat flour and pig blood into a black, strange sludge.

Roasted pig bladder—stuffed with something green inside.

A large loaf of rye bread that had been sitting for over fifteen days, hard enough to crack walnuts.

In addition, a plate of stir-fried onions with beans and a large bowl of vegetable soup for soaking bread. However, the vegetables had been sitting for a while and were yellow and wilted.

It's worth mentioning that almost none of these foods had any salt.

But the landlady thoughtfully cut a large piece of brownish-yellow cloth—vinegar cloth, which was a rare condiment.

Catherine looked at Roland blankly: "How much money did you give the landlady?"

"Well, the landlady probably brought out the best things she had. It's good to have meat, and vegetables are also very rare this season."

Roland looked at the offal and vegetables and said, "The bread is good bread. People usually eat mixed grain porridge. It's just been sitting for too long, but there's no way around it. Only lords usually have baking ovens. So people have to travel far on fixed days each month to bake bread together once.

Therefore, freshly baked bread is rare. Usually, it's bread that's been sitting for a long time. This has only been sitting for a week, so it's considered new bread."

This table of dishes was truly unappetizing. But things in the secular world were like this.

Compared to the secular world, the food in the wizarding world was closer to modern times. Many wizards even didn't eat internal organs, hooves, claws, or heads.

In Roland's memory, although he had memories of these 'dark dishes,' he always felt like he had never eaten these kinds of things before.

If it was just about eating, he could eat anything. But these dishes had no salt. Let alone spices to remove the stench.

So, basically, it was just boiled offal in plain water, bland and stinky.

Roland had been camping out in the forbidden area for a long time, and Catherine had also barely eaten anything these past few days to find Roland.

They both craved a hot, normal, good meal.

"Wait for me for a while."

Roland borrowed the landlady's kitchen.

He took out frozen bear meat, some jerky, bacon, and used some cheap, surplus potions as vegetables or spices to make a truly lavish meal.

When these lavish dishes were brought to the table, Catherine's eyes lit up with a fragrant aura.

The guests not far away showed very strange expressions. In their opinion, that knight went to the kitchen empty-handed and brought out so many dishes after coming out.

This shop didn't have these ingredients.

"He's a black wizard," Amber said with a solemn expression. "They're like devils. They can't eat normal food like us. They can only eat stones, toads, and snakes. So, those foods are transformed from these things."

This wild witch lady had obviously never seen a 'storage bag.'

After hearing this, the knights nervously gripped their weapons. Beads of sweat flowed from their heads.

Although Amber was very young, everyone seemed to respect and trust her very much.

Because she was a witch, a magical witch!

That beautiful woman in the distance was also a witch, but she looked as weak as Amber. As long as they took care of that knight, they could definitely take care of her.

But that male wizard disguised as a knight looked very tricky. Judging from his height, back, and light yet steady steps when walking, his strength must be very strong.

One of the knights whispered, "Could this plague be related to them?"

Miss Amber shook her head and said, "Crystal Princess Disease is a disease of light, a holy disease, the nemesis of evil. It cannot be spread by black wizards."

"Don't make a fuss, eat quickly," the Baron whispered. "They don't have any killing intent on them. They should be wizards invited by the king."

The group hurriedly finished their meal and then left.

Roland looked at the departing figures of these people, revealing a strange expression. His five senses were very strong, and he heard their whispers just now.

"Disease of light?"

Catherine rolled her eyes and said, "Don't listen to their nonsense. That girl should be a wild witch. With the personalities of wild witches, they will definitely go to the king to volunteer themselves and then delve into the most severely polluted areas. If you meet her at the king's place, don't travel with her, lest you get involved."

Roland nodded and said, "Miss Catherine, I'm not familiar with the 'Shadow Howl' potion recipe. I've prepared all the materials. Before you leave, could you help me concoct it?"

Catherine looked at the sky outside the window. It was probably a little after three in the afternoon.

Concocting this apprentice-level potion was a breeze for her.

If Roland were to research and concoct it himself, it would take several days, and he might not even succeed once.

But if Catherine did it, it would only take half an hour, and it would definitely succeed.

After thinking for a moment, she would be done by four o'clock, and it wouldn't be dark yet, so she could return to the palace. So she nodded in agreement.

Roland and Catherine were different.

Roland was a standard man, a big pervert. And he was the kind of big pervert who would ignite with just a spark. He would feel hungry if he didn't eat a meal.

But Catherine was an ascetic woman. She could go three hundred years without touching a man and wouldn't have any romantic thoughts, untouched by worldly desires.

When the two of them were together, Roland's mind was filled with Catherine's long legs, beautiful ankles, and the soft and elastic, round and upturned—

His purpose in coaxing Catherine out was very simple—to get her into bed!

But Miss Catherine was different. Her emotional needs were greater than her desires. She came out with Roland just to spend more time with him and talk more.

So, if she finished around six or seven o'clock, she would definitely leave. After all, the female officials were watching her closely, and she had sneaked out.

It was currently a little after three o'clock. She estimated that she would be done with the potion by four o'clock.

After the meal, Roland invited Miss Catherine to the room upstairs that he had booked.

This was the best room in the tavern. There was also a simple screen and a large bathtub. Roland moved away the clutter in the room and then set up the alchemy table for Miss Catherine.

Then, he took out a full three sets of materials.

Catherine looked at Roland strangely and said, "Why take out so much? I'll succeed in one go. These potions are rare. You can save some for other uses."

Roland said, "Esteemed Miss Catherine, I believe in your achievements in potion alchemy. But having a few more potions will give me a few more chances."

Catherine rolled her eyes, feeling that Roland was too cautious. She thought that even if Roland didn't use the potion, he had a 20-30% chance of advancing. After taking the elemental advancement potion and Shadow Howl, he would definitely advance.

After thinking for a moment, Catherine used the Holy Grail to water and ripen all the potions that hadn't been watered and ripened.

Roland also joined in the fun and watered the most important potion with a broken wine glass.

This dawdling took an hour.

Then Roland took out his 'Lucky Cauldron (Bitter Sleep Cauldron)' and asked Catherine to use it.

Catherine was also very curious about what strange abilities this cauldron had, so she used it to concoct the potion.

Throughout the whole process, Roland, the little apprentice, very eagerly asked this female mentor many questions.

Mentor Catherine not only gave Roland a detailed explanation but also let Roland do it after making the first potion, and she guided him step by step.

After the three potions were completed, the one that Catherine made herself was a high-grade potion! Advancement success rate +39%. Taking it after advancing will greatly increase the chance of adding shadow characteristics to the ability.

And the two potions that Roland made, one was inferior, and one was superb.

The inferior potion's advancement rate was +16%, with a very small chance of adding shadow characteristics.

The superb potion's advancement rate was +47%, which would definitely increase the ability. But it looked very strange—Catherine frowned and searched through the books, but she had never seen this situation before.

Putting down the literature in her hand, Mentor Catherine looked at the two potions, rubbed her forehead, and remained silent for a long time.

If she had a class of students, Roland would definitely be the most troublesome one for the instructor.

This month, he might give you a big, fat zero on the exam.

Next month, he might suddenly get serious and score a perfect mark, only to run out of the exam hall early to settle a score with someone, ending up standing on the sports field reading a self-criticism.

Looking at the apprentice before her, the witch Catherine felt a little exasperated.

"Don't you still have a lot of magic potions? You've already mastered the formulas. Brew them yourself later."

She put away her things, not wanting to lecture him anymore. But when she looked up, she realized that it was already pitch black outside.

Standing by the window, she saw that a thick fog seemed to have rolled in.

Roland tidied up the room, saying, "If you don't have anything urgent, don't rush on the road so late. I'll go open another room... Oh, right, I still have some belongings of the White Chess apprentices. Take a look at them for me tomorrow, and then we'll take them back together."

Catherine sighed. It was too late to return to the palace; the gates would be closed. Rushing in would only make the ladies-in-waiting discover that she had sneaked out. So, she nodded and said, "Alright, I'll leave tomorrow then."

Roland said, "You go to sleep. I'll go downstairs and open another room. If there aren't any, we'll just have to squeeze together, huh?"

Instructor Catherine raised her eyebrows, about to say something. But before she could open her mouth, the little apprentice Roland left.

She waited and waited in the room, her heart pounding, imagining all sorts of things. But he never came back.

She thought Roland would come back to chat or something. But after opening the room, the kid didn't return. It left her feeling rather disappointed.

Just then, the door suddenly opened. Roland walked in with a small cup of hot water: "Miss Catherine, I just boiled some hot water, thinking that you haven't had a bath since coming out of the forbidden area. You should have a good wash before going to sleep."

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Catherine felt a warmth in her heart and said, "Thank you, Mr. Roland."

He slowly poured the hot water into the large bathtub. After filling the tub, he took out a bottle of magic potion from his bosom and poured it in: "This is a magic potion specially concocted after coming out of the desert. It can dispel deathly aura. I've also added some 'Snow桂' specifically, which can nourish the skin."

The room was immediately filled with a refreshing fragrance. Instructor Catherine felt the water temperature and expressed her gratitude very subtly.

Mr. Roland also very gentlemanly said that she didn't need to be so polite.

Then, he made a roguish remark: "That's the only bottle of magic potion. After you're done washing, don't pour out the water. I want to wash too."

Catherine's face turned slightly red, and she nodded.

After washing up, Catherine changed into a set of clean casual clothes and combed and dried her long hair. After waiting for a long time, she didn't see Roland coming into the room to get the water. She secretly took a look and found Roland in the snow forest outside the tavern, practicing swordsmanship bare-chested, doing squats as a warm-up.

'He's really diligent,'

Catherine sighed and couldn't help but steal a few more glances. Roland's strong upper body and perfect abs made her blush and her heart race.

Secretly spitting, Catherine lay sideways on the bed, calmed her mind, and entered meditation.

A moment later, she heard Roland enter the room. So, she opened her eyes and said to his back, "I threw in a fire element magic stone. You should wash quickly too."

She heard Roland respond, and then she heard a rustling sound of undressing.

Catherine turned around in astonishment and saw a shadow entering the large bathtub behind the screen.

"Why... why don't you take the bathtub back to your room to wash?"

Roland, behind the screen, exhaled comfortably and said, "After we finished eating lunch, several merchant caravans arrived. The tavern is already full. Don't worry, I'm just borrowing this place to take a bath. I asked the boss to save me a spot by the fire pit downstairs."

Catherine asked, "Where did the caravans come from?"

Roland said, "I don't know. I'll ask when I go downstairs later."

Catherine was silent for a moment and said, "Don't go. What if they came from an epidemic area? Although we have magic potions, it's better to be careful. Let's squeeze together... You... you sleep on the floor."

Roland thought for a moment and said, "Instructor, you're right. Then tonight, let's do as we used to."

When Roland called her 'Instructor,' Catherine's heart recalled the time when they lived together. A tenderness arose in her heart.

The two chatted for a while, and then Catherine closed her eyes. But she couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

After a long time, she heard the sound of someone getting dressed behind her and secretly glanced at Roland. Another wave of blushing and heart palpitations followed.

She secretly cursed, 'Why isn't he wearing a shirt?'

Suddenly, Catherine saw her clothes lying on the chair, forgotten to be put away.

Roland seemed to have seen them too. He walked over, picked up Catherine's clothes, and then took a deep sniff.

Catherine's eyes widened.

That perverted rogue!

What is he doing!

Catherine was shocked, angry, and ashamed, her heart pounding. Seeing Roland turn around and look at her with a smile, she quickly closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

She lamented in her heart, 'He must have noticed that I was peeking at him a long time ago. He's doing it on purpose!'

That lecher!

Being a pervert in front of someone!

Violation!

Blatant violation!

Miss Catherine was extremely nervous now, not knowing what that perverted rogue wanted to do.

A moment later, she heard a sound of patting the quilt behind her, as if Roland was making a makeshift bed on the floor.

She heard Roland say, "Rest early, Instructor."

Catherine secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but she felt a little disappointed in her heart.

They were no longer teacher and apprentice. Why was he still calling her Instructor?

Moreover, was she really that unattractive?

A moment later, she heard snoring coming from the floor, and she was even more annoyed.

She tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep, and wanted to get out of bed and kick him, stepping on his face!

Then tell him not to snore, it's disturbing people's sleep!

Lost in thought, Catherine suddenly vaguely felt that something was wrong. At this moment, she suddenly felt a warm breath above her head. She suddenly opened her eyes and saw a punchable smiling face.

It turned out that the guy had been pretending to sleep all along. He was deliberately snoring to disturb her!

She had been distracted just now, and didn't know how long he had been quietly leaning by the bed.

A large hand reached into the quilt. Catherine's eyebrows stood on end, and she grabbed that cheap hand. She scolded, "What are you doing? Go back to your makeshift bed."

Roland said with a smile, "Instructor, don't be angry. I saw you tossing and turning and couldn't sleep, and it was disturbing my sleep too. Forget it, I'll suffer a little and coax you to sleep first, then I'll sleep."

Catherine was ashamed and angry: "You're the one disturbing my sleep, and you're saying I'm disturbing you. Take your hand away!"

Not only did Roland not stop his hand, but he became even more aggressive.

It's no wonder that the other girls scolded them. These two were playing with flowers. Every time there was a fresh feeling.

He said, "Don't misunderstand. I was thinking that you might not have wiped yourself clean after just taking a bath. Let me help you wipe it... Look, it's wet."

Catherine was ashamed and fainted. She was so angry that she wanted to slap him, but she was rudely kissed, and the words of rebuke behind her were swallowed hard into her mouth.

Next, this noble witch was hugged in his arms by this lowly little apprentice and allowed to be kneaded. As she regained her senses, the clothes on her body were gone. Roland became even more restless. The words in his mouth also became more and more shameless and obscene.

Y thief!

The more娇羞she was生气angry, the more Roland liked it, the more he came to劲life. She was so angry that she scolded Roland for being indecent.

But her mouth was one thing, and her heart was another.

The more she was ashamed and angry, the more her heart pounded.

In a daze, Catherine was already hugged in the makeshift bed.

Catherine: "You... what are you doing... Why not on the bed?"

Roland said: "That bed is not strong. It's soft here, better than that hard bed."

Good fellow, so he made the makeshift bed for this!

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Roland: "Instructor, keep your voice down, the soundproofing in this broken room is not good."

Catherine was angry: "Don't always call me Instructor, I'm your senior!"

The two of them came out of the ruins... No, they were not teacher and apprentice at all. What kind of instructor is a high-level apprentice? She used to represent the academy to lead junior students. Now that Roland is a tower apprentice, the two are even colleagues.

Roland said: "Let's relive the past memories, hold your face well, I like your cold look."

Suddenly, she realized something and asked: "You shameless bastard, have you wanted to do this to me for a long time?!"

Roland did not answer but asked: "You guessed it right, you will be an instructor for a while first, then you will be my senior for a while, and then, let's go through a review process, I will interrogate you."

"Interrogate me? You dare... Ha ah ha ah"

Catherine bit Roland's shoulder in a daze, biting harder and harder.

That night, the landlady downstairs also did not sleep well.

The shed roof always fell ash, ping pong ping pong. It seems that the room upstairs should be repaired.

Early in the morning, a paper eagle and a paper raven flew in from outside the window, landing on the two of them one after another. Then they noisily spoke.

After listening, the two were shocked.

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