I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha

Seeing Catherine remain motionless for a long time, Roland slowly piled up mid-grade magic stones on the table.

"Oh dear, where is my maid? I prepared some pocket money for her. I wonder if she knows massage techniques and can coax this reward from her master."

Watching the pyramid of magic stones gradually forming on Roland's table, Catherine's eyes slowly turned red.

She asked, "Is this part of what you scavenged before you left that day? You killed a few minor leaders in such a short time? How many magic stones did the Comb Army amass in total?!"

This series of questions stunned Roland.

Firstly, these few thousand magic stones came from the transaction with Alfonso.

Secondly, did he kill any leaders of the Comb Army when he returned from the Royal City?

He thought about it. It seemed he did kill a dozen or so members of the Comb Army in the castle before leaving, and some were indeed minor leaders. But he hadn't inventoried the spoils.

How did Catherine know about this?

And it seemed she knew even more clearly than he did?

Regarding the spying matter, they had already discussed it. She hadn't 'watched' him for the past month.

Roland looked suspiciously at Catherine sitting in the distance: "How did you know?"

Catherine's expression was a little unnatural. She knew she had misspoke.

She had given Roland a ring before. That ring was actually 'Little Jimmy,' the powerful monstrous snake.

With such a small spy by Roland's side, Catherine naturally knew everything he did.

Catherine said without changing her expression: "Didn't you say you would return immediately when you communicated with me? How many people could you kill and how much treasure could you find in such a short time?"

Roland suddenly understood and thought to himself: "Oh, so she's just guessing."

Catherine pressed on: "These few thousand magic stones are just a small part of what you brought back?"

Roland raised his eyelids and glanced at the high and mighty Catherine, saying, "Come over and talk to me. You're sitting so far away, I can't hear you clearly."

Catherine gritted her teeth. She looked at the pyramid of magic stones Roland was still piling on the table and then at the smug brat.

After hesitating for a moment, Catherine got up and walked over.

Roland smiled and patted the sofa next to him, signaling Catherine to sit beside him.

Catherine sat next to the brat with a dark face. Then, that lecherous hand touched her thigh.

Catherine almost couldn't help but want to teach him a lesson and then storm out, but her expression changed several times, and she still held back.

Clearly, he was her man, but at this moment, Catherine felt violated, feeling ashamed and indignant.

Just not long ago, during the enfeoffment ceremony, the two of them were secretly flirting under everyone's eyes.

So, is being touched on the thigh by her own man now considered a violation?

Yes!

Roland was violating the sacred aura of power and status on her!

Violating Catherine's identity as the 'boss'!

Violating Catherine's freedom to reject Roland!

Strictly speaking, Catherine was Roland's liege, and Roland was her vassal. The relationship between them was master and servant! And then fiancés!

Even if they got married in the future, this primary and secondary relationship would not change.

But Roland was now 'fighting back'.

This small baron, a baron with only a small village, was using an irresistible bait to train the high and mighty liege, the Countess, above his head!

Once Catherine got used to it, the master-servant relationship between the two would slowly begin to change.

Catherine didn't think so much at once. She just vaguely felt that something was wrong, and she was very angry and resistant, as if she had been violated.

But she couldn't figure out why she felt this way.

Wasn't Roland her man? A sweetheart who always lent a helping hand and whom she liked?

Although she didn't like these matters of lust, she had opened her heart only to Roland. Some physical contact shouldn't make her feel resistant.

She thought she just hated Roland's smug smile.

She didn't realize that Roland was violating her position and couldn't find a reason to resist for a while, falling into Roland's invisible trap.

In this way, Roland, under the guise of 'husband' and 'banker', gave Catherine an irresistible excuse to wantonly violate Catherine's position.

His hand was like a poisonous snake, slowly climbing up.

He was like a bewitching devil, leaning close to the 'mistress'' ear, spewing evil breath while telling her about the affairs in the Amir Kingdom.

Roland's mischievous actions and sly tricks made Catherine jump with fear.

She looked in astonishment at the guy in front of her who was not yet eighteen years old and suspected that he was some kind of evil demon in his previous life.

"So, so... things will be done this way.

Remember, I'm not asking you to make money, nor am I asking you to squeeze any nobles. What's magic stone? Take the Amir Kingdom from the hands of the School of Thought and put it in your hands, secretly change its name, and let Alfonso be your secret spokesperson, making it a base for cultivating true Black Abyss wizards."

Roland patted Catherine's thigh and said, "Miss Catherine, you are a great philanthropist. After it's done, whether it's the School of Thought or Alfonso's essential needs, they will be satisfied. Everyone will thank you."

Catherine slapped away Roland's wandering hand again and said with a hint of anger, "I know these things, I don't need you to teach me... Why are there so many twists and turns in your mind?"

To be honest, Catherine hadn't thought of many things, but it wasn't that she couldn't. She had lived two lives, what didn't she know? But she had just learned about this matter, how could she understand the key points all at once?

Roland had stayed there for more than a month, mastering comprehensive information. It was reasonable for him to help Catherine sort out the complete context.

But, this person was not even eighteen years old!

If these words were spoken by a certain staff member, such as Wallace, the schemer, Catherine wouldn't be surprised.

But Roland didn't have so much life experience?

He wasn't over three hundred years old. He hadn't mixed in hell.

How could he make her feel like 'he understands as much as I do' on these matters?

She even had a strange feeling that 'if Roland had the same realm and power as her, she might not be his opponent'.

All along, Roland also had a very strange feeling, that he was self-taught in many things.

It was as if he had many, many hidden memories. Once he thought deeply, he would understand everything.

Regarding this matter, he had two guesses, the first of which he didn't dare to think deeply about, for fear of going crazy.

Therefore, facing Catherine's question, he gave the second answer: "The essence of this world, this underlying world, is an endless treasure. You, ah, have touched too few avenues."

Catherine was very disdainful of Roland's words. What realm was she in? What realm was he in?

She had once ignited the divine fire and stood at the very top of this Eastern Territory. Where had he reached? He had only flipped through the 'Aleya's Handbook' for more than a year, and had only looked directly at the underlying world a few times, and he dared to show off the bit of truth he had glimpsed in front of her?

Ignorant of etiquette!

Regarding Catherine's disdain and contempt, Roland smiled. He lazily put his legs on the coffee table and pointed to his thigh--massage.

Catherine slapped away Roland's hand that was groping her and took away the thousands of magic stones on the coffee table.

She raised her noble head, straightened her body, and looked down at Roland, saying: "Baron Roland, I will accept the taxes you have offered this month. Keep up the good work, and I, your master, will give you some verbal praise."

"Hehe, very good."

Roland smiled, got up, and patted his robe, not feeling sorry for the money at all.

Catherine was slightly stunned, vaguely feeling that something was wrong. At this moment, she saw Roland take out a piece of paper from his arms and wave it in front of her.

That must be something important!

He had stayed there for so long, and many things were personally handled by him.

Catherine flipped her hand, and the piece of paper in Roland's arms inexplicably appeared in her palm. She crossed her legs and said meaningfully to Roland: "Thank you, my little servant."

But immediately afterward, Catherine was slightly stunned--the paper was blank.

"I knew you would play this game with me. It doesn't matter. Consider those few thousand magic stones as your pocket money." Roland smiled contemptuously and turned to leave.

Suddenly, the back of his clothes was pulled by a jade hand.

Looking back, Catherine's face was flushed, her lips were pursed, and one of her hands was pulling Roland's clothes.

Roland raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's the matter, my esteemed liege?"

Roland clearly called her 'Liege', but Catherine felt extremely ashamed and indignant at this moment.

If this 'project manager' didn't hand over the matter clearly, the company's artery might be cut open.

What's more, he had taken so much advantage of her today. She was unwilling to just take away so little 'pocket money'!

After a little hesitation, she said: "You, what kind of benefits do you want?"

When she said this, Catherine's voice trembled slightly. She realized what was about to happen.

That hateful, despicable man smiled and sat back on the sofa, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. He said, "What good can I get? My sweet little thing, we're so familiar already, don't put on that unwilling act. Come on, let me see your face."

With that, Roland reached out and lifted the Senior's chin.

The Senior turned her head away, refusing to let him see.

Roland, that bastard.

Clearly, they were both willing, with the kind of feelings where they would dream of each other after not meeting for a month.

And just a short while ago, the two of them were secretly flirting during the knighting ceremony. Now that they were alone together in private, they should have immediately embraced.

But he just had to put on a show, making her extremely unwilling.

Once he had pushed her unwillingness to the limit, he then started trying to make her willing again.

Could Catherine be willing?

She hated this stinky man to death. No matter what he said next, she wouldn't sleep with him today!

Roland didn't mind the Senior's refusal and placed his legs on the coffee table again, saying, "Darling, your man has found you such a big piece of fat meat.

He's been busy for so long, his legs are about to break.

What demands could he possibly have? His heart is all yours.

He just wants to tease you."

Roland gently patted the back of Catherine's hand, pretending to be a selfless older brother who only wanted to be good to her.

Catherine's originally ice-cold mood suddenly melted.

Recalling all the things Roland had done, her whole heart softened—she suddenly felt like she had been a bit excessive just now.

Yes, behind closed doors, they were family. What was she doing?

Was she willing? She missed him very much, how could she be unwilling?

As for just now, this stinky guy was just teasing her; he always liked to joke like that.

On the contrary, it was she who was thin-skinned and had too much pride, getting angry just because he teased her.

"Roland..."

Catherine turned her head, her heart filled with guilt. She didn't know what to say, but the look in her eyes as she looked at her lover at this moment said it all.

Roland shook his head and waved his hand, signaling not to say anything more. Then, he pointed to his thigh.

—Massage! Express it with action!

Catherine was slightly stunned.

Good, good, this smooth-talking liar!

She glared fiercely at Roland, but this time, she served this young master Roland. Yes, what were such small requests?

He was the company's sales manager and her fiancé.

Next, Roland adopted a gentle strategy, and soon everything fell into place.

After the two had been kissing for a long time, Catherine leaned softly into Roland's arms. She suddenly realized that her hand had already been placed by this stinky man on another 'leg'.

She squeezed it hard, expressing her dissatisfaction slightly.

Then, under Roland's guidance, they became even more deeply intimate.

Catherine even forgot what occasion this was!

It wasn't until the two of them were sitting together on the throne, and Roland told her to move a little less so as not to knock off the crown on her head, that she suddenly remembered that this wasn't the bedroom!

This was the hall where the knighting ceremony had just been held!

The sacred hall!

She was a little annoyed, but it was too late.

She remembered that she was a powerful, high-ranking individual, and suddenly remembered that she was a man-eating tiger.

But this tigress could only open her mouth now and bite the shoulder of this humble baron tightly.

Bullshit 'selfless, just wanting to be good to you'!

Bullshit 'older brother'!

It was all fake!

This liar, this dog of a man, had been circling around for so long just to make her fall into his trap, and then violate her and bully her on this sacred and noble throne!

The two of them, panting heavily, engaged in such a conversation at the most critical moment.

Catherine: "You've wanted to do this for a long time, haven't you?"

Roland: "You're right, my esteemed Countess. The moment I walked in and saw your high and mighty appearance, I wanted to do this. How is it? Are you happy now?"

Catherine gritted her teeth: "Of course I'm happy, I'm still high and mighty! You, you little baron, can only be beneath me!"

Roland: "Haha, what baron? Call me master!"

Catherine: "You're dreaming!!! Ah!!!!!~"

Roland: "Call, call me master! Do you want those documents or not! Hmm? Weren't you sitting here provoking me before? Continue to be arrogant! Call me master! If you don't call me master, do you think I'll reward you with money to use?!"

Catherine almost fainted, not knowing if it was because she was angry or because of the shouting.

How could a tiger's butt be patted casually?

But Roland, after being provoked and told he had no guts by the tigress today, had made up his mind.

He kept making this tigress angry while also slapping the tiger's butt hard. The tigress was dizzy and bit his shoulder fiercely.

Two hours later.

Lord Roland tied the buttons on his shirt with satisfaction. There were many teeth marks on his shoulder, and they were all bleeding.

He deserved it!

Catherine flipped through the long scroll in her hand with burning eyes, and the anger in her heart finally subsided a lot.

This stinky man... Undeniably, he really was capable.

As a female boss, Catherine's company wouldn't have to worry about 'wages' for the next two years.

She could even pay off some loans!

And the condition was just to call him master once, and then she would have everything.

So, although the tigress scratched Roland bloody in anger, she still softened in the end.

Her fiancé, whom she both loved and hated, wasn't a kept man at all.

He was almost her sugar daddy, her only sugar daddy.

Outsiders all thought that Roland was the one living off her, thinking that Catherine was Roland's backer.

But in Catherine's heart, this so-called kept man had an extraordinary status. She even had to admit that their relationship was often reversed.

As the only man who had ever entered Catherine's heart and been recognized by her.

Roland could bring her roller-coaster-like excitement in spirit,

And in emotion, he could bring her emotional value that no one else could give.

Now, Roland was also about to be able to support her materially—Catherine had to admit that, at least for the past two years, she had indeed been supported by Lord Roland.

"Lord Roland, please pass me my shoes~"

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