I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha

Roland didn't have time to imprint a mental brand or magical lock on the magic carpet, yet using this magic carpet felt as natural as moving his own limbs.

This made Roland secretly marvel.

‘It seems this really is a magic carpet woven by the goddess Hela! As a minor lord, my authority seems quite high.’

Wizards had always treated magic carpets as servants.

Many magic carpets were almost like living beings.

This magic carpet was very spiritual and had many functions.

It was a top-quality 'shroud' that could save lives like a layer of skin.

It could also help its master conceal their aura—in Roland's words, that was Stealth +10.

So, this thing could act as an ordinary tapestry, help its master hide, and was also a protective treasure and an excellent servant.

Kuxue Castle emphasized luxury, and the Countess never skimped on materials when weaving magic carpets.

This magic carpet, woven by a second-tier mysterious wizard, was incomparable to ordinary treasures.

If refined, this thing would also be an excellent servant, capable of wielding a magic wand and using its master's spells!

If placed at home, it could also regulate temperature and change the climate—such as making it rain indoors.

However, it had three drawbacks.

First, it was too precious; even a second-tier wizard would be tempted.

Even if the magic carpet concealed its magic power and became an ordinary tapestry, it was still a precious item of extremely high artistic value.

So, Roland used magic to make it very dirty. Its original appearance was no longer visible, and the magic carpet seemed a little angry.

The second drawback was that this thing had to be carefully served like a pet. Not only did one have to take care of the magic carpet's emotions, but one also had to brush it occasionally and even feed it.

Using magic power to nourish it was only the basic operation—simply consuming magic stones was not enough.

It drank blood and ate souls.

This magic carpet was like a high-end banshee. If carefully cared for, sparing no expense to feed it good things, even dragon blood and dragon souls, it could grow.

The nuns would take care of the feeding. As for food... for now, he could only consider feeding it 'leeches'.

The third drawback was that, as a flying servant, its speed was not very fast, only slightly above average.

Of course, the main reason was that Roland was not good at flying, which was a bit of a drag. If a senior brother from the Abyss came, the speed of this magic carpet would definitely be top-notch.

After all, it was a work created by a second-tier wizard with a group of people. In the hands of a first-tier wizard, it was a perfect all-rounder.

Of course, it still came down to who was using it. For Roland, it was a triangle—some aspects were off the charts, while others were a bit of a drag.

However, although the magic carpet didn't fly fast, concealment was more important than speed now, so Roland didn't dare to fly too fast or too high, basically sticking above the bushes, with a speed similar to that of a horse.

He flew through the forest, concealing his presence all the way.

Along the way, his divine sense secretly sensed several waves of wizards passing by in a panic, and even 'saw' two Kuxue wizards fighting.

It seemed that there were usually quite a few grudges, and since everyone knew that the other had valuable things in their hands, some people would fight when they met.

At this time, a large group of wizards flew over from behind. Roland hurriedly restrained his divine sense and hid in a bush.

The group of wizards didn't come this way, but went to where the fight was. They stayed there for two seconds and left.

It was unknown whether they killed the two or captured them.

But the direction they continued to flee was the direction of the White Chess Council, it seemed they were planning to defect to the enemy.

The leader was likely a second-tier wizard.

After thinking about it, Roland didn't dare to go in that direction anymore, so he changed direction.

After a while, Roland couldn't see anyone around anymore.

He sped up, and the magic carpet suddenly flew like lightning, half faster than when the Divine Bird Roland took off, but there was still a gap compared to those Abyss senior brothers who could transform into flying snakes.

If traveling to a place as a group, Roland would definitely be a drag.

Feeling the gale blowing in his face, Roland sighed secretly: "Everyone has allocated their skill points very well, able to fight and escape, and running faster than anyone else.

Every time they do something bad, they whoosh, whoosh, whoosh and disappear without a trace, even a wizard one small realm higher can't catch up.

But I have to try every means to sneak away. Once discovered, I can't even run away."

Roland's skill points were allocated unusually unevenly. In terms of 'fighting', he could definitely rank in the top five among the Snake Tower's disciples.

In terms of causing trouble, he was definitely first.

But in terms of escaping, he was at the bottom.

After flying for more than a hundred kilometers, Roland looked at the map and found that there were already towns and mortal activities nearby.

At this time, Roland saw a small river.

He thought to himself: "No matter how I fly, if someone wants to catch me, I can't escape no matter what. I should still choose the 'concealment over speed' plan."

He landed by the river, washed his face, and then took out the crystal ball.

After thinking about it, Roland put the crystal ball down again.

Roland thought to himself: "It's better not to contact her for the time being. She doesn't have a magic mirror, otherwise I could mingle in the crowd. It's easy to be tracked. Compared to walking together, it's better for us to escape separately.

If she's doing well, I don't need to contact her.

If she's not doing well... alas, if I contact her, I can only drag myself in too."

Roland was overthinking things. With his previous actions, it would be a ghost if anyone was still chasing after the daughter of the Thousand-Eyed King!

Now, Catherine's value to the Kuxue wizards was not as high as Roland's!

Moreover, the original Kuxue lords only needed to kneel to the Thousand-Eyed King, completely severing ties with the Countess, and perhaps they could save their lives and rebuild Kuxue Castle.

Now, if they were still chasing after Her Majesty's daughter, that would simply be courting death.

After this wave of operations, 98% of the people directly withdrew. Perhaps a few foolishly loyal idiots were still looking for Catherine, but firstly, they didn't run as fast as her, and secondly, they might not be able to find her.

Thirdly, with so few people left, Senior Sister could turn around and pull them all together and ACE them. What's the point of looking?

Finding her means death.

In all likelihood, after those people saw Catherine, Catherine's side would no longer be just one person... but a group of Kuxue wizard bodyguards!

Roland didn't think so much. He complained with the worst-case scenario in mind: "Senior Sister, Senior Sister, if you can't escape after my actions, you're a pig!"

Saying that, Roland did a divination with some worry.

The divination result was a brilliant golden star.

Roland raised his eyebrows: "Hey, Senior Sister is blessed today! Ah, you, you're lucky today with me, your lord, watching over you."

After calculating himself again, Roland found that he was not only favored by the goddess of luck today, but also had romantic luck!

And not normal romantic luck. From the divination, the other party was not human, and would play very wild.

Listening to the sound of wolves howling in the forest, Roland muttered with a strange expression: "This romantic luck, doesn't it mean a female werewolf?"

Shaking his head, Roland put away his things and took out a bottle of magic potion.

This bottle of magic potion came from the Duchess. It could suppress all the magic power and bloodline in the body, turning one into an ordinary person.

The advantage was that, no matter who looked, this was an ordinary person.

The disadvantage was that during the period when the magic potion was in effect... one was an ordinary person without any magic power. One couldn't use any magic.

Even if one took the antidote, it would take some time to recover magic power.

Looking at the magic potion in front of him, Roland thought to himself: 'If I encounter ordinary wizards, the servants plus my sword will be enough. The magic stones above can still be used five or six times!

But if there is a large group of people led by a second-tier wizard... it's meaningless whether I have magic power or not.'

After drinking the bottle of magic potion, Roland changed into the guise of a wandering knight/mercenary.

Roland was very familiar with how to dress up as such a person. The foothold he chose was also a good place for lone wolves to temporarily camp when clearing out magical creatures.

Now with a magic mirror and a magic potion, anyone would see him as a mercenary.

However, this mercenary could command a magic carpet.

Roland gave the Fire Serpent Staff to the magic carpet, and then went to collect firewood himself.

When he came back and set up a bonfire, the magic carpet had already built a delicate little shelter with various wood, branches, moss, mud, and gravel.

Roland entered with secret praise and found that it was the size of a bathroom, with a small fireplace at the innermost part!

A proper hunter's cabin!

"Not bad, not bad!"

After hearing Roland's praise, the magic carpet pointed to its body, indicating that the master should clean it.

Roland looked at the magic carpet, picked up a pile of mud, and slapped some more on it. Then he put it in the dimensional bag.

Taking out the bearskin and spreading it on the spacious ground, Roland lit the fireplace and then took the iron pot to the river to fetch water.

He sprinkled some magic potion powder, purified the water a bit, and then set up an iron pot and stewed the pickled meat.

Flipping through the bag, the things inside were too messy. Roland couldn't find a knife and fork after searching for a long time.

So he got up and went out, peed by the river, and then used a dagger to cut two clean branches.

Roland hummed Valeria's mercenary ditty while whittling the branches, and walked towards the shelter while pulling up his pants.

As a result, just as he rounded the trees blocking his view and saw the shelter, Roland's heart suddenly twitched.

In front of the shelter, there were several Kuxue wizards wandering around. One Kuxue wizard had just come out of the shelter, chewing on Roland's pickled meat.

There were a total of four people. Roland couldn't see their magic power.

These four people were definitely not quasi-second-tier wizards, but early-stage second-tier wizards!

And they are all witches!

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Among the black wizards in this wizarding world, there are many more powerful witches than male wizards.

The same is true for the Klesha Family. The strongest group, the people who climb to high positions most easily, are all female vampires.

Saying they are strong doesn't refer to their level, but that they have more advantages at the same level. This is because witches are more likely to be born with special talents.

For example, Senior's remote viewing.

Or, for example, amazing intuition—if they look closely, they might be able to see through Roland's identity.

After fastening his pants, Roland bent over and slowly backed away, turning to leave. But as he turned around, he saw two second-tier Duchesses slowly floating down from the sky.

Their strength seemed on par with 'Lord Leia.' They were quasi-second-tier Klesha Knights.

Six Klesha Lords!

Are the strongest people among those who survived in the Klesha Family all here?!

"Tsk tsk, let me see what this is? A sweet blood bag?"

One Duchess licked her lips, her eyes glowing red.

Another Duchess said, "Don't talk nonsense. This is what the master has taken a fancy to. We have to wait until she's finished tasting it before we can taste it."

As she spoke, she also licked her tongue, constantly scanning Roland's neck with extremely eager eyes.

Roland's face turned pale.

These six people all looked injured.

It's over! It's over!

I'm going to be eaten!

How could I run into such a group of people?!

It doesn't make sense! It doesn't make sense!

How could it be so coincidental?!

At this moment, a very tall female demon slowly floated down from the sky. She had hideous horns on her head, and even demonic wings on her back!

Roland's face suddenly became extremely ugly.

It seemed that this was the 'master' in the mouths of the two Duchesses.

The Klesha Family are vampires, but there seem to be only two people who can transform into this demonic form, one is the Earl and the other is the Countess. I didn't expect that outside Klesha Castle, there would be such a hidden big boss!

She was covered in blood, and she was also carrying several heads in her hand.

The faces of those heads had very heavy hair, and they seemed to be werewolves.

She actually personally went to kill werewolves. Roland carefully sized up this big boss. He found that she had a very heavy murderous aura and a bloody smell, and seemed to still be immersed in the killing.

Perhaps she went to drink blood?

No wonder, no wonder I said I had peach blossom luck today... and it's a group P! A monster plus six vampires... everyone's here!

So, I'm about to be bitten while flirting with these beautiful ladies... Forget it, this way of dying is also acceptable.

At this time, when the mistress slowly floated down, she stared at Roland with burning eyes, her eyes seeming to want to eat him. Roland lowered his head with cold sweat flowing down his face.

Roland felt that this mistress might be a relative of someone like Maria, because she looked a bit familiar.

After she floated down, the two Duchesses bowed and took the wolf heads, licking them at the severed necks.

"Indeed a good blood bag." The mistress withdrew her gaze from Roland and went straight to the shelter.

That voice had an unusual magnetism, like whispers from hell, or the songs of elves.

Very strange.

The two Duchesses gracefully made a gesture of invitation to Roland.

Roland followed the three people with a stiff face.

He thought in his heart that this way of dying was also acceptable, but he still didn't want to die.

But this time it seems really hard to escape death. Damn it, if I had known it would be like this, why would I have drunk the magic suppression potion?

It's really a ghost... How could it be so coincidental, how could I run into a group of people? It doesn't make sense!

Roland couldn't figure it out.

Lost in thought, Roland had already followed several vampires to the entrance of the shelter.

He secretly sized up the six second-tier wizards and knights.

Although these people looked only in their twenties, Roland intuitively felt that they were all over a hundred years old.

The lifespan of Klesha wizards is generally only over a hundred years.

But they have lived for more than a hundred years and haven't died. In addition, they have experienced Heraka's pollution but have no signs of madness. And they are all early-stage second-tier wizards rather than quasi-second-tier wizards... These people should not be walking the path of the Klesha Baron, but the Klesha Path that the family explored themselves.

And they certainly haven't taken the Prisoner Seed.

People who walk this wizard-created path can not only reach a lifespan of more than three hundred years, but also have more possibilities in the future.

These six people seem to be the strongest and most promising group in the Klesha Family. They are the future hope of the Klesha Family, and also the strongest second-tier wizards in the family.

The last and most promising people of the Klesha Family are probably all here.

As for that master, she felt very strange. She seemed to be hundreds of years old, and she seemed to be in her twenties.

A Klesha female lord was transforming that shelter, and it seemed that the female demon planned to stay there tonight, but she felt it was a bit small.

At this time, a Klesha Duchess knelt on the ground, letting the master sit down. Several female lords began to clean the blood from her body like female officials.

The mistress was wearing armor all over her body, and there were many damaged places on the armor.

Everyone took off everything on her body, cleaning and healing her wounds.

Roland looked at his nose, and his nose looked at his heart, not daring to look around.

He felt extremely strange in his heart: "Have these people recognized me, or have they not recognized me? Why haven't they asked anything?"

After some healing, the master put away the demonic wings that had been repaired on her back. Then a witch took out a black linen robe and put it on for the master. Then she put a simple cloak on her to keep her warm.

Everyone combed the master's hair, and then the master said, "Okay, go eat."

Eat? Roland's face turned pale. His mind raced, thinking about how he could live another day.

Several witches and duchesses bowed and said, "Then we will withdraw, Your Highness Catherine."

As they spoke, everyone glanced at Roland with strange expressions, and then slowly retreated.

Wait, Catherine?

Roland looked up at this 'master' with a strange expression. He found that she really did look familiar!

Looking again, her hands were playing with a 'dagger secret treasure,' and under the robe she was wearing, another pair of hands were placed on her legs!

Also has four arms, also called Catherine, and is called 'Your Highness'.

Grass!

No wonder I felt familiar.

I had previously seen her briefly on the crystal ball, so I had seen Catherine's face—she looked a bit like Anna, and a bit like Catherine. The two faces were combined, both familiar and unfamiliar.

Or rather, she is now a person with a confused identity, so she is like a nameless person, even if you clearly know her, you will feel that she is a stranger.

Seeming to feel Roland's gaze, Catherine looked up at Roland with extremely cold eyes.

Roland's heart skipped a beat. Bad, Senior doesn't recognize me!

And is she even considered Senior now?

Roland hurriedly said, "Your Excellency, I am your subordinate, my name is—"

Catherine interrupted, "I would recognize you even if you turned to ashes."

Roland: ". . ."

No wonder she could find me!

She can remotely view me!

Just as Roland breathed a sigh of relief, the following sentence made Roland feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

I saw this adult say expressionlessly: "Didn't you recognize me? Now, why don't you recognize me anymore?"

Roland suddenly remembered the sentence this person had said before—you know too much.

It's over! It's over!

I was wrong!

She is neither Catherine! Nor Anna!

This is Alexandra. It is Her Majesty Alexandra, the only true god in the Eastern Territory, the emperor who once sat on the Throne of the Sun!

Roland quietly sized up His Majesty, and found that she seemed to be trying her best to suppress the violent emotions in her heart.

No way... Don't do this! For Senior's sake... It's over, the real reason she wants to kill me is this.

I used to tarnish her body all day long...

I'm really dead this time...