I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha

Roland had an uncanny intuition—Miss Isabella was extremely dangerous.

Roland's physical strength could be considered that of a minor superman.

This woman was a true superman!

Damn it, I was already strong enough to swagger around this city, how did I end up in the lair of such a big BOSS!

The BOSS is already here, how can I escape?

Miss Jeanne said, "Come up."

Roland gritted his teeth and followed behind her into the elevator.

The iron gate of the elevator slowly closed with a clatter. Old John outside looked at Roland in the elevator and waved to him with a smile.

Roland squeezed out an ugly smile as a response.

Saladin said that Isabella still suspected him. So, what was the matter at noon?

Even the security guard almost recognized him, how could he withstand this female BOSS?

Roland was lost in thought in the elevator, while Miss Jeanne was fiddling with her earrings. She seemed to be wearing earrings for the first time and was not used to it.

She was also very unaccustomed to wearing this kind of dress.

He didn't know who dressed her up.

Soon, the elevator stopped on the third floor.

Roland couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

Old John had said during a casual chat that the director worked on the fifth floor.

Miss Jeanne strode out of the elevator, and Roland followed behind her.

There was no one on the third floor now, it was quiet. Miss Jeanne's women's boots creaked on the ground, leading Roland to the outside of a room.

Taking out the key to open the office door, Miss Jeanne stood at the door and looked at Roland.

Roland put on a gentle smile and walked in.

This was a private office, neither big nor small. Some things were new, and it seemed that someone had moved the chair.

This layout made Roland couldn't help but recall Catherine's office in the Twin Towers.

On one side of the office, there was also a small lounge, with the door half open.

The large desk was against the window, and the curtains were drawn. But Miss Jeanne didn't seem to intend to open the curtains.

After the door was closed, the room became slightly dim.

"Sit," Jeanne said, then went to the lounge.

Roland looked around. The only chair left in the office was the one behind the desk.

He sat down there with a strange expression.

This chair was a bit far back, as if a certain lady had been sitting here with her legs on the desk before—she was usually so casual, which was really not a good habit.

Well, there was also a pair of pretty slippers under the table.

At this moment, Roland saw a group photo of three people on the desk, and just as he was about to take a closer look, Miss Jeanne came out of the lounge.

Roland hurriedly sat up straight, but unexpectedly, Miss Jeanne went straight to the desk, then sat on it, crossed her arms, and looked at him coldly.

Just as Roland was a little puzzled, he found that she was holding a... not a rope in her hand.

It was the Shackles of Original Sin.

Roland's expression suddenly became a little stiff.

What did this mean? Was he really going to be tied up?!

At this moment, Roland's mind raced. Suddenly, he remembered some content in the information—Sir Lawrence usually had some small habits when getting along with his wife.

Roland pretended to be calm, looked at the 'wife' in front of him with a smile, reached out and took off the small boots that were close at hand, and played with them between his legs.

Jeanne glared at Roland with some anger and said, "Don't play this trick! Tell me, did you secretly go to see them again!"

—Sure enough, he hadn't been exposed!

But who were 'they' she was talking about?

Saladin and the others?

No, that's not right.

Damn it, how was he supposed to say the 'password'!

Saladin, ah, Saladin, why didn't you give me any key information!

He had no information at all, how could he fool your daughter!

Roland's mind raced, and suddenly, one thing after another was connected in Roland's mind.

He sighed and tentatively said, "The goods are lost, I always have to give the customers an explanation."

A few traces of murderous intent appeared on Jeanne's face, and she said, "Lawrence! You've fallen! Do you know where they will send those slaves to?"

He guessed right!

Roland said sternly, "I haven't fallen. What I sent to the Shepherd God's farm were black wizards. I haven't fallen. I'm just letting devils fight devils."

A drop of cold sweat slowly slid from Roland's temple—he didn't know if what he said was right.

It should be 80% correct in general, but Roland didn't know anything deeper. So he could only gamble.

Suddenly, Roland felt a foot step on him lightly.

Roland secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that he had guessed right.

Jeanne said a little irritably, "Don't quibble, Lawrence! That's right, in order for 'Maltrode' to smoothly transition into our hands, you agreed to cooperate with Saladin. But you are partners, not superiors and subordinates! You have a choice in many things!

Don't go to that farm again.

Do you know what's behind the farm?!

That's 'Kil'jaeden'!

Do you know what kind of god that is!"

Roland shouted in his heart: 'How the hell would I know?!'

Don't ask anymore, big sister! I'm going to be exposed!

Only one trick left. Sorry, senior! For you, I can only play Isabella's fake husband for a while!

Roland got up and hugged Jeanne, and kissed her delicate red lips hotly.

Jeanne was stunned by the sudden attack, and then responded to Roland. Very passionately.

After a while, Jeanne was already sitting on Roland's lap, her head resting on Roland's chest, and then she looked up at Roland with adoring eyes, looking like she wanted Roland to kiss her, hug her, and lift her high.

Looking at Jeanne's eyes, Roland secretly cried out in his heart.

According to this posture, he was going to play it for real!

If it develops further, he will be the husband of 'Sir Lawrence's wife' for one night.

No, not just for one night! He has to do this from now on!

So, will a pure love warrior eventually turn into a cuckold?

Is the reason for saving senior sister suitable for a pure love plot?

Bullshit!

This is a typical NTR plot, right?!

By the way, if this continues, his mission will definitely be completed, right?

Lawrence's wife seemed to trust him...

If he gets the lady in front of him into bed, Saladin, that old bastard, will probably be satisfied.

—His ass has been wiped clean. His daughter, who was originally going to be a widow, finally has a son-in-law that satisfies him.

But what about him?

Really be Isabella's husband?

Roland was thinking too much—this wasn't Isabella at all!

While distracted, Roland noticed that after Jeanne sat on his lap, her skirt had been lifted to her waist.

On the black stockings, there was a faint white triangular mark. He could vaguely see a somewhat kawaii little sprite pattern.

Black stockings should be matched with black lace underwear, but this 'Miss Isabella' obviously has a huge contrast!

She is fiery on the surface, but in her heart, she is a pure little girl.

Not only does she like to wear white underwear, but also the kind that is simple and pure, with a little sprite pattern!

Not that kind of black lace underwear.

This... seems a bit inconsistent with the personality description.

Seeing Roland looking down with a strange expression, Jeanne lowered her head to look, and then her face turned red to the roots of her ears.

Her heart was pounding, and she boldly kissed Roland again.

Roland sighed repeatedly in his heart, knowing that he was really going to play it for real today.

—Sorry, senior!

—You will forgive me, right?

—I'm doing this to save you!

—It's really not because 'Isabella' is pretty!

This bitch, clearly reacting, is pretending to be coy. If senior sister knew, she would definitely kill her—ha, sure enough, you say you are a pure love warrior, but actually, it's all fake. You've long wanted to open a harem!

Just then, Roland heard Jeanne suddenly say tremblingly in his ear: "You are so brave... Isabella will definitely kill you!"

Roland: "?"

Just as Roland was confused, he heard a snap on his wrist, and he was locked by the Shackles of Original Sin.

Roland's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly had a bad feeling.

He really wanted to ask, 'Aren't you Isabella?', but as soon as the words came to his lips, Roland swallowed them back.

Wouldn't he be exposed if he said that!

The character relationship chart given by Saladin was incomplete!

Lawrence, that bastard, was eating from both sides and hooking up with a mistress!

Seeing Miss Jeanne already starting to untie his belt, Roland panicked.

Saladin was bringing him and Isabella, his good daughter, together... but he hooked up with other relatives in Isabella's family!

He couldn't even make excuses to senior sister about this!

Moreover, if Isabella found out... wouldn't these three give him a mixed double!

Roland was now confused because the relationship chart didn't mention this woman.

She seemed to be an extra character out of thin air.

Or rather, Isabella had no sisters.

Who is this person after all?!

What is her relationship with Lawrence?!

What's her name?!

Roland said, "Stop it. Isabella knows I'm here; she's waiting for me upstairs. I'll find you tonight."

A vengeful glee appeared in Jeanne's eyes. She knelt on the ground, looking at Roland, and said, "Why not have her come over now and see what good things you've been doing to me?"

Roland's expression immediately turned extremely unpleasant.

He didn't know what relationship the girl in front of him had with Sir Lawrence.

But it seemed like the kind of relationship one absolutely couldn't provoke.

This Lawrence angel had a very sordid, despicable, and damn secret!

Just then, the telephone suddenly rang.

Jeanne shuddered. She glanced at Roland and answered the phone.

Roland silently chanted a spell, and the Shackles of Original Sin quietly unlocked. Then, taking advantage of Jeanne's phone call, he quietly scanned the adjacent bedroom with his divine sense, and a very suspicious look appeared on his face.

"Okay, I understand," Jeanne said, putting down the phone, like a deflated ball.

Too much time had passed. Isabella had just called the mailroom to inquire and learned that Jeanne had encountered 'Lawrence'. So, she called to ask if 'Lawrence' was with her.

Jeanne glared at Roland and got up to unlock the Shackles of Original Sin on Roland's hands—Roland had just locked the shackles again.

Dagmar's study had a schematic diagram of the 'Shackles of Original Sin'—everyone was afraid of this thing. The old fellow had done a lot of research on it usually.

However, he had already wasted his studies under the theological system of the South and hadn't researched anything useful.

No one in the entire South had researched anything useful.

After all, this thing was designed to deal with the wizards of the Eastern Border from the beginning. And it only worked well when those Eastern Border wizards had no tools in their hands.

Locking up Southerners was a complete waste of talent.

Roland was clearly not a Southerner.

He came from a group of true wizards who fought against the gods and kept them from returning for tens of thousands of years.

Roland had spent seven days finding several ways to deal with the Shackles of Original Sin.

Later, he didn't know how many Shackles of Original Sin he had broken, and he had long since analyzed this thing.

As long as he was prepared in his heart before being locked up, then he was confident that he could unlock the Shackles of Original Sin without any tools.

He could instantly unlock most of the Shackles of Original Sin with his bare hands.

When Roland saw Jeanne holding the Shackles of Original Sin just now, he was prepared to be locked up.

Now that he had explored the adjacent room, he re-locked the shackles.

He was like a magician, performing several magic tricks under the eyes of this audience.

Jeanne was busy with the phone call and didn't notice what the cunning little magician was doing.

Soon, the two of them tidied up their messy clothes.

Roland pinched Jeanne's butt and pointed to her leg—her pantyhose were ruined.

Jeanne glared at Roland somewhat resentfully and went to the adjacent bedroom to change clothes.

Roland seized the time, pretending to be nonchalant, and wandered around the entire office. His mental power intentionally or unintentionally swept the room. It looked like he was habitually checking for eavesdropping devices or something like that.

—The pantyhose were deliberately scratched by Roland.

Roland really wanted to take a look at the various things on the desk and in the cabinets.

However, although Jeanne currently lacked vigilance towards Roland, Roland didn't dare to make too big of a move.

Sweeping it casually with mental power like this was definitely useless. But Roland secretly dropped a small doll under the table, in a place that couldn't be seen.

This was a small doll that Leona liked very much, and it used to be placed on the table in Roland's study. Now it could do the same.

Even if Jeanne noticed that this doll was a bit problematic, it would be a bit troublesome, but Roland could deal with it by saying 'it fell out during intimacy'.

If she had a deep understanding of Eastern Border magic, she might be able to find that there was something wrong with this doll. This would also be a bit troublesome, and he could only use 'seized Eastern Border wizard items' to搪塞.

To be honest, it was very risky to play tricks in front of such a powerful person.

But Roland had to gamble.

He had to investigate key information like a spy, otherwise, when confronting Isabella later, there would be big problems!

At least he had to figure out Jeanne's identity! Otherwise, when chatting later, there would be flaws because of this identity!

Then it would all be over!

Jeanne didn't seem to notice anything unusual. After changing her pantyhose, she took Roland out.

Roland couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

In fact, Roland was really overthinking it. He was too cautious.

Or rather, he had been using the concept of dealing with Eastern Border powerhouses to deal with Jeanne!

The Southerners were indeed very fierce in fights; they were all stat monsters. Guys like Dagmar, one big lightning spell could take half the life of a wizard of the 'Countess Wendy Schaber' level!

But how could they have as many tricks as the Eastern Border wizards?

Even the gods had a headache when they saw this group of wizards.

Any loser who couldn't survive in the Eastern Border could run out and wreak havoc in the cities of the South, causing the local churches to be overwhelmed and regard them as 'high-priority wanted criminals'.

There were even often incidents of necromancers stealing the relics of saints!

And often after catching them for many years, they would find that the necromancer was actually mixed in with the church!

These Eastern Border wizards who ran over were all the kind who couldn't survive in the Eastern Border.

Roland was the kind of terrorist who could enter places like the Dry Blood Fortress and cause all kinds of trouble under people's noses. The many methods of this kind of elite wizard from the Eastern Border were unimaginable to Southerners.

To put it bluntly, the Eastern Border was too competitive, and Roland was used to being competitive there, so he was careful about everything.

Roland was a magician, so he thought everyone he met was also a magician.

The powerful wizards he had seen were like seers. They could sense problems in the room with a thought.

So, he thought that the people of the church were the same as the Eastern Border wizards. They couldn't hide anything from their eyes.

But wizards were wizards, knights were knights, and priests were priests. Each had their own unparalleled strengths, and the gap was huge.

"I'm going to the restroom," Roland said, looking in a certain direction in the corridor after going out.

Jeanne was a little anxious and said, "Then I'll go ahead."

This girl was very contradictory. She really wanted Isabella to know about these things—she even wished she could watch from the side!

But she was afraid of Isabella finding out—her going first meant she was afraid Isabella would think they had lingered in the office for too long.

A dozen minutes later, Roland came out of the restroom. When he passed Jeanne's office, he found that the door wasn't even locked.

However, he didn't need to enter the room.

He knew exactly what was inside. In these dozen minutes, he had read all the documents that ordinary people could only read in a week.

When passing by the door, Roland silently added a small doll to his bag. He entered the elevator.

On the way, Roland's face was full of suspicion.

Roland already had some guesses about Jeanne's identity.

The same layout, the same curtains drawn. Only the lights were on in the room, and behind the desk sat a person who was working.

Looking at the woman in front of him, Roland's expression became a little stiff.

Because this person looked very similar to the 'Isabella' in the data.

And Jeanne looked seven or eight points similar.

Isabella raised her head. Her gaze was much colder than Jeanne's. This was the real coldness.

This woman no longer had any affection for Lawrence.

Roland's heart tightened slightly. This woman's eyes gave people a feeling of being able to see through everything.

It was as if everything was exposed in front of her.

In fact, if Roland thought about it, he would realize that a certain senior also had such eyes.

In front of her, Roland was no different from being naked.

Isabella came up and said a sentence that directly stunned Roland—Roland first couldn't wait to find a rope to hang himself, then cursed Lawrence, and then almost surrendered!

Isabella asked, "You just saw our daughter?"

Roland was completely dumbfounded.

Jeanne was Lawrence and Isabella's daughter??

Recalling the scenes of getting along with Jeanne, Roland felt terrible.

Damn Lawrence!

You deserve to be cut into pieces!

You don't even let go of your own daughter. You're a beast!

No wonder Old Biden had to kill you! You deserve to be torn to pieces by the mermaid swarm, slowly chewing your flesh and bones piece by piece!

You deserve it! You deserve to die!!

Wait, something's not right!

Not right!

Jeanne is definitely not Lawrence's daughter!

This woman is bluffing me!

She suspects my identity!

Thank goodness! Fortunately, Roland secretly wiped his cold sweat.

So, I just revealed my true colors.

Damn!