I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha

Katarina said to Roland, "The Hrakka's Prisoner Seed and the Withered Blood's Prisoner Seed are both things for trash. Once accepted, you can never get rid of them again.

Your mentor originally thought it through very well. He thought you were a hydra, and the cage would only have advantages and no disadvantages, and would not affect your future path.

But you are not a hydra! Your nine heads use one brain!"

Mentor Usak originally thought that Roland was 'Many I, Not I'—like Senior Brother Pumpkin, each pumpkin does not affect each other.

But in reality? Katarina believed that her eyesight was better than that of Mentor Usak.

After she saw Little Straw Roland with her own eyes, she believed that Roland might be 'Many I, All I'—every Roland is Roland.

Roland understood a little.

If it were someone else, they would use a clone to make a cage and transport the Prisoner Seed back, and that would be the end of it. Because the main body, or rather the essence of this person, is not affected by the Prisoner Seed.

So, after others use their clones to hold the Prisoner Seed, they can just take the Prisoner Seed out and that's it.

But Roland is not like that. His clone carrying the Prisoner Seed is equivalent to him carrying the Prisoner Seed himself.

Roland suddenly felt a headache.

The mentor had previously told Roland one thing, that is, using a clone can resist the Butterfly Tribulation. But there is a drawback. That is, you must feed the Prisoner Seed.

Regarding the consequences of not feeding the Prisoner Seed, Roland had already seen a little bit—his clone must eat the Prisoner Seed. Otherwise, the clone will eat him.

The straw in Straw Town is a type of Prisoner Seed.

After the clone transformed into the Coral Sword and chopped off the Straw Rolands, Roland gained the 'straw' characteristic.

So, what happens after the clone eats the Withered Blood Prisoner Seed or the Hrakka Prisoner Seed?

What will happen?

No one knows.

If you don't take the Prisoner Seed, the countdown on your head will start ticking.

If you take the Prisoner Seed, the countdown on your head will also start ticking.

Ahead is a dead end, and behind is also a dead end.

Roland is now like a person rowing a boat in a flood. If he doesn't move forward, he will be swallowed by the flood, but if he moves forward... there is a waterfall ahead.

Katarina said, "I dare to go because I have the means. Ariana and I can guarantee to carry seven or eight Prisoner Seeds without being affected by them.

If you go, you can only bring back a few more...

Of course, for the Black Abyss, bringing back one more Prisoner Seed is of great significance.

If you leave now, I can turn a blind eye out of consideration for my sister's affection for you.

But if you insist on going, insist on taking this path... the path is your choice, and no one can interfere."

Roland sighed secretly. Big Sister really meant well.

In order not to let Roland court death, she had already done her best.

But unfortunately, Roland must do this thing.

Roland said, "Your Highness Katarina, thank you for your warning. But I think my mentor should have told you about my situation—my clone must obtain a Prisoner Seed."

Katarina raised her eyebrows, seemingly angry, and scolded, "Stubborn!"

Roland also got a little angry and said, "Then what can I do?! If my clone doesn't eat the Prisoner Seed, it will eat me!"

Katarina said, "Destroy it! Destroy your clone!"

Roland was slightly stunned, and then his words were firm: "Impossible!"

The Divine Bird clone is Roland's greatest trump card now, and it will escort Roland on his future path.

If it's gone, how will Roland court death in the future?

Without the clone, he would have to retire in the future, leave the academy, and become a lord in the secular world.

He doesn't want to.

Katarina rubbed her forehead: "You are even more stubborn than my sister..."

She knew that this guy would be so stubborn!

She knew that once she told him these things, he would insist on going even more.

Roland's expression was a little strange and asked, "It's not because you thought that after telling me the truth, I wouldn't listen, so you pretended to be holding me hostage all the way, trying to trick me into leaving, right?"

Katarina suddenly raised her head and said angrily, "You brat, if Catherine hadn't insisted on me playing this scene, I wouldn't bother with you!

That dead girl has ulterior motives. She said that your path is your own choice, but she asked me to tamper with the scales!

But since you insist on doing so, then no one can control you.

Anyway, I have done what I was asked to do, and I will not return the benefits she gave me."

Roland frowned slightly: "What benefits?"

Katarina smiled and took out her bag. Six pieces of jewelry flew out of the bag.

After the six pieces of jewelry flew out, they put themselves on Big Sister's body.

She touched her earrings, and then touched the pendant worth 20,000 (actually 4,000) magic stones on her chest. Then she looked at Roland charmingly: "Is it pretty?"

Roland's face suddenly became extremely ugly.

That spendthrift!

I'll f*** you to death!

You gave away all my money!

Giving it away is one thing, but you even made people put on an act and fool me!

Wait till I get back!

Katarina said, "Roland, you and my sister are in love with each other, and she doesn't want you to take this path... She does have ulterior motives. Because if you go back now, you can still have two hundred years of happiness.

But if you and I embark on this path, you will be like jumping into a flood, and how long you can live will all depend on luck. Those two kinds of Prisoner Seeds are not so easy to use.

In these eight years, I have seen too many Twilight Wizards inexplicably pulled into the Netherworld, or suddenly turned into a pool of blood."

Roland sighed incessantly and said, "This path is already against the heavens. We are all in the flood, it's just that I swim a little faster and am a little bolder than others."

Katarina's face stiffened slightly and couldn't help but complain, "You're not just swimming fast, you're diving into every whirlpool you see! Even Usak wasn't as daring as you back then!"

Roland shook his head and began to think.

He must use the Prisoner Seed.

But he doesn't want to turn into that weird thing.

He said, "Are there other ways to preserve the Prisoner Seed?"

Katarina knew what this kid was up to, and she sneered, "That thing cannot leave the human body, so after I bring it back, someone must accept it, someone must use it directly. Don't expect me to give you the Prisoner Seed, Catherine will hate me for life."

Roland hurriedly said, "How dare I trouble you so much in this matter... However, Sister Katarina, I have something I want to discuss with you."

Roland discovered that Catherine and his sister-in-law had a good relationship, and he had something to ask for, so he began to put honey on his lips and call her sister.

Katarina hummed and said, "Speak."

Roland asked cautiously, "Can you close both eyes?"

Katarina: "?"

Roland said, "Sister, I can see that you and my mentor are both dedicated to the public good. But we have put in so much effort this time, and only brought back a few Prisoner Seeds. This fat meat is not enough for everyone to share, right?"

This kid Roland is very bold.

The mystery of Withered Blood Fort is a big fruit tree!

Usak and the other tower masters have been researching for a long time and came up with a bold plan—to let Katarina take Roland to steal the fruit under the eyes of hundreds of wizards.

Roland is even bolder—he plans to carry the big tree away!

When Roland goes back, he won't be in a hurry to eat the fruit. He can think of other ways to see if he can curb his clone's desire for himself.

If he can't find it, then he will eat the fruit.

After Katarina heard Roland's words, she knew what this kid was up to.

She sternly warned, "Don't think about the mystery of Withered Blood Fort, you can't contain it!"

After a pause, Katarina sighed again: "But you can try to contain the Prisoner Seed... Who knows if you have any weird tricks."

Roland scratched his face. He found that Big Sister seemed to understand him more than usual.

It seems that the mentor and senior sister have told her all about his background... She is incredibly trusted by Mentor Usak, and her relationship with her sister is also unusually good.

Katarina stood up and looked at the statue: "Stop talking nonsense, take this statue away, we will have a great use for it later... Well, this statue is average, but it is just right."

Roland asked, "Sister, what is the use of the statue in this church?"

Katarina smiled sinisterly: "After the White Chess Council has the Hrakka and Withered Blood inheritances, there is no need for so many Hrakka Wizards and Withered Blood Wizards in this world...

Hmph, when Withered Blood Fort makes Prisoner Seeds, it uses various statues to do it.

If the statue is used correctly, it is extracting the Prisoner Seed from the mystery.

But if it is used incorrectly, it is activating the Prisoner Seed!

From then on, Withered Blood Fort will be like a forbidden place... Hehe, what a great experiment, the Twilight Wizards will thank us."

Roland broke into a cold sweat.

Since entering the manor, he had noticed it. This Big Sister doesn't look like a White Chess Witch at all, but rather like someone from the Black Abyss. She is very black-bellied in her actions.

She must have been taught by some Black Abyss Wizard in the past.

Roland has something to ask of Big Sister now, so naturally he will do whatever she says.

He came to the statue and waved his magic wand.

Seeming to feel that his spell was not efficient enough, Katarina also taught him a set of runes.

When Roland engraved the runes into the statue under Katarina's teaching, with one of his spells, the statue became smaller, and with another spell, the statue became larger.

In this church, people come and go. There are also monks sweeping the floor.

But everyone is blind to the two of them.

After Roland practiced for a while and became familiar with it, he made the beautiful and sacred 'Angel of Death' on the altar the size of a palm.

After examining it for a while, Roland couldn't help but reveal a strange expression.

This statue seemed to be just an ordinary statue.

Unlike his own statue, which was made of mysterious straw.

So, why did his big cousin say that this very ordinary statue was just right?

In a flash, a thunderbolt suddenly struck Roland's mind.

He looked at his big cousin in astonishment and asked, "You plan to use this statue to disrupt the Rite of Bleeding Fort? Only the mysterious can deal with the mysterious. Could it be that this statue, which depicts a part of Heraka's form, represents the mysterious?"

Katarina raised her head with a smile, patted Roland's head, and said, "What a clever little guy. That's right, this is an ordinary statue, but it depicts the mysterious!

Therefore, it is essentially a magic scroll, and it can be activated as long as the conditions are sufficient!"

Roland had an epiphany.

He suddenly understood why gods cannot be looked at directly.

Because direct gaze is a process by which humans try to describe gods!

It's replication!

It is impossible for humans to completely describe gods, but they can describe the tip of their iceberg.

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This statue is the tip of Heraka's iceberg.

Once the conditions are right, a small part of Heraka's body will come over!

No wonder, no wonder Heraka sensed it when he was carving the statue in the church!

No wonder the statue could move inexplicably, form 5 magic seals, and gesture a 666 to him.

That 666 wasn't gestured by the statue!

It was gestured by Heraka!

Because the straw statue is a part of Her body!

After returning, he must properly worship Heraka's 'Spider God Image'.

Well, this 'Holy Fly Image' must also be properly enshrined!

With a 'smack', Roland's upturned butt was slapped.

He looked back at his big cousin in astonishment, only to see her smiling and saying, "There's a lot of money in this church, your sister will reward you."

With that, the big cousin went to the back hall.

Roland didn't see Elena. She felt bored halfway through the visit and ran out to play.

Looking at the empty altar, Roland stopped caring.

He followed his big cousin to the back hall.

On the way, he noticed the Twilight Monks passing by and found that these sheep and sheepdogs regarded him as a monk in the church.

Katarina had cursed these people.

Roland was secretly shocked.

In the graveyard outside downstairs, there was a formal wizard-level monk leading the villagers in prayer.

There were also twenty or so apprentices here.

This was a small wizard territory, but Katarina had quietly taken care of them all. The spell continued until now, and they haven't noticed.

Katarina seemed to have been wandering here for a long time, and she was familiar with the road.

Soon, Katarina led Roland to the large wine cellar underground.

It seemed that there were still some vineyards near this church manor, all of which were good wines.

Roland used a detection magic, but he didn't detect where the money was hidden.

Katarina raised her foot and kicked a three-foot-high oak barrel. The barrel moved slightly, and there was a sound of metal colliding inside.

Roland's eyes moved slightly.

He had seen people hide money in wine barrels.

Baron Hol was one of them.

Hiding it this way easily damages the coins, but some misers are willing to do it.

He didn't know if it contained gold and silver or magic stones. But there must be spells or even magic locks hidden in the oak barrel, otherwise he couldn't have ignored it when he detected it just now.

Roland wanted to take it away directly, but the magic was ineffective.

After trying to move it twice, Roland found that he couldn't move it at all.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out that the wizards here had engraved a lot of spells in the oak barrel and applied some magic locks to prevent some thieves from coming in and taking all the money at once.

This lock was very complicated. If he slowly deciphered it, it would take a day to deal with one barrel.

But if he used brute force to break the barrel, it would be possible.

Although the oak barrel was extremely strong due to the magic lock, Roland was strong enough.

After a while, Roland pried open two of them.

The shiny gold and silver coins made Roland's eyes shine.

He wiped the sweat from his head and thought to himself, 'Why is this basement so stuffy?'

It took Roland more than ten minutes to pry open these two large wooden barrels, and he was so tired that he was covered in sweat.

After taking away these gold and silver, Roland pried open two more, and then he couldn't stand it anymore.

'Why is it getting hotter and hotter!'

Roland looked around and found that his big cousin was not there, probably had already gone out.

So, he simply took off his shirt and started working shirtless.

Roland's eyes gleamed as he did the hard work, laboriously prying open the oak barrels and packing the money.

After working for a while, Roland wiped the sweat from his body.

Looking at his abdominal muscles, Roland couldn't help but imitate Bruce Lee and pose a few poses.

Afterwards, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

He was actually very grateful to Baron Hol. Since childhood, the baron had treated Roland as his son. Not only was he full of meat, but he often had the meat and milk of magical beasts to eat.

Otherwise, how could he have grown so tall in this era?

The baron also taught Roland to read, noble etiquette, and gave him a body of martial arts.

Although practicing martial arts was really hard, even harder than being in the third year of high school, this kind of training allowed Roland to learn self-discipline.

His figure now is incomparably perfect, not the big muscles of a bodybuilder, but the figure of a fighter.

Leopard waist and tiger back, inverted triangle, merman line.

From the perspective of a sculptor, this figure is very perfect.

But if viewed from Baron Hol's perspective, Roland's figure is unqualified, with too little fat.

But he is a wizard, and his 'fat' is magic power.

In addition to the fire emblem and other bonuses, Roland's endurance and vitality are extremely strong, so his current figure is the most perfect.

'I wonder if Bleeding Fort has any body refining secrets. There are still many wizards with extremely powerful bodies. Some people even have powerful bodies like dragons.'

After moving his hands and feet, Roland planned to continue working.

At this moment, a smiling voice suddenly came from behind: "Why don't you pose anymore?"

Roland was slightly stunned. He looked back and found that Miss Katarina had been in the large wine cellar all along!

She was sitting on a tall oak barrel with a secret smile, crossing her legs.

Recalling his silly behavior just now, Roland's face turned red.

He looked for his clothes and wanted to put them on, but he couldn't find them.

'Where are my clothes?'

Miss Katarina yawned and urged, "Hurry up, let's leave before dark."

Roland scratched his hair again and thought to himself, 'Where did I put it just now? Forget it, I'll take all the wine here later, and I'll find the clothes.'

Looking at the last eight large barrels, Roland continued to work.

He was busy on top, and Katarina sat on the big barrel, smiling and watching Roland doing hard work under her feet.

She asked, "Are you really not considering getting ashore from the flood? Your sister can help you."

Roland wiped his sweat and said, "No consideration."

Miss Witch inexplicably appeared again on a large barrel next to Roland.

She leaned close to Roland's ear and asked, "Isn't my sister hot enough?"

Roland didn't answer.

But he couldn't help but think in his heart: 'Senior sister is hot, but she is too concerned about face.'

'So, she is still very sentimental'

When getting along in private, she always deliberately teases Roland, and even deliberately uses a prank to anger Roland.

Seeing that Roland didn't speak, Katarina asked again near his ear: "Am I hot, or is my sister hot."

That gentle breath blew on Roland's ear.

He couldn't help but twitch in his heart.

Roland's position at this time was half a head shorter than Katarina's, and the white, shallow women's shoes, like ice cream, were shaking in front of Roland's chest, and if they were raised, they would be fed to his mouth.

Roland didn't dare to look more and continued to work.

Katarina's foot kicked Roland in the chest and said, "Little brother, raise your head and look at your sister. I want to hear the truth."

Roland looked at Katarina, the big sister's eyes were hot. It was as if she was saying - Come on, get on me!

At this moment, the fire in Roland's heart was about to burn to the top of his head.

Half was desire, and half was anger.

This stinky woman really needs to be cleaned up. From any aspect, she should be cleaned up severely.

But Roland still suppressed the fire, he said: "Your Highness Katarina, please respect yourself."