I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha

Catherine had given the Baron a potion to sustain his life; he wouldn't completely die within seven days.

Tomorrow, when Catherine goes to Valeria Castle, using the Holy Grail to hasten the growth of an herb and then concocting a potion will be enough to heal the Baron.

Catherine said weakly, "So you shouldn't be concerned about Baron Holler; you should be concerned about the injured lady before you."

Roland was rummaging through his pack for a knife and other tools, while the mentor quietly observed Roland's profile.

A high, straight nose, deep eyes, and a sunny, gentle face.

Roland was tall and broad-shouldered. If a woman were to lie in such an embrace, listening to his strong heartbeat, she would surely feel a great sense of security.

The mentor's face inexplicably flushed crimson. She always lacked a sense of security, but being beside this young apprentice inexplicably made her feel safe.

Roland's hand suddenly reached out towards the mentor's face.

Mentor: "???"

"Oh no, why is your face so red and hot?"

The mentor's face turned even redder, and she squinted her eyes and said, "Take your hand away."

"Mentor, your wound might be infected; I need to examine it!"

"Don't touch my clothes, get away!! Take your hand away!" Catherine, seeing Roland reaching towards her chest, was both shocked, shy, and annoyed, hurriedly pushing him away, but without the strength to do so.

Roland said, "You must be infected, Catherine. I've been a sword attendant for four years; I know surgery!"

"Idiot! I was just injured a few hours ago; how could it be infected!" Catherine almost fainted from anger, her face even redder.

Roland was stunned. He looked at the mentor's flushed face again, a strange feeling in his heart. He said nothing more and continued to search for surgical tools.

Seeing that Roland was no longer moving haphazardly, Catherine finally breathed a sigh of relief.

A few minutes later, Roland rummaged through his pack and took out a pile of things, then began to disinfect them with potions.

Mentor Catherine said, "That dagger is contaminated; disinfecting with potions won't work. Purify it with holy power."

Roland said in astonishment, "Senior, you haven't taught me such a thing."

The mentor squinted, "Then how did you deal with that demon?"

Roland said in surprise, "How could I possibly deal with that kind of demon? It was Lord Wallace."

"Stop pretending, you brat!"

The mentor glared, "In the process of exploring the deep world, you have already comprehended the Baron's swordsmanship to this extent, how could you not have any enlightenment?"

Roland's expression changed slightly.

He thought to himself, 'Could it be that my ability to use Dawnfire is because of Valeria swordsmanship? That's right, the demon said before that this swordsmanship is actually called 'Great Vermick Dawn Sword Art'. Could it be that the Baron was able to deal with the evil god because of Dawnfire as well?'

Roland felt that something was not quite right.

Dawnfire is a holy seal; this kind of thing should have nothing to do with swordsmanship.

Moreover, this dagger doesn't seem to be contaminated; disinfecting it with potions should be enough, right?

So... could it be that Senior is deliberately trying to trick me?

At this moment, Catherine suddenly sighed, saying with some disappointment, "I thought that after experiencing so much together, we could trust each other."

"Mentor," Roland started calling her mentor again, frowning and saying, "Of course, I wouldn't hide anything from you. But I really don't understand what you're talking about."

Seeing that this kid was impervious to reason, Catherine raised her eyebrows: "Roland, you don't need to be so wary of me; I can't throw you onto the experiment table, can I? I gave you your notes, and I guided you on your path. I understand what you can comprehend even better than you do! You don't need to play these petty tricks with me on such matters!"

After a pause, Catherine added, "It's just Holy Fire; what's there to hide."

Roland's expression changed drastically.

After a moment, he sighed, feeling that there was no point in pretending anymore, so he reached out and released an arc of electricity towards the dagger.

With a 'snap' sound, a faint golden flame ignited on the dagger.

Seeing the flame ignite, the mentor was shocked.

She thought to herself, 'No wonder! No wonder this brat was able to take down that guy!'

Valeria swordsmanship originated from the 'Great Vermick Sanctuary'. The Baron does have some Holy Knight heritage. So people who practice this swordsmanship do have a certain probability of condensing 'Flame of Life' with a holy aura.

But! The physical strength of a high-level swordsman is not enough to condense Flame of Life!

Even if they accidentally condense Flame of Life ahead of time, it's impossible to use it with magic like 'electric arc'!

Moreover, the holy purity of Roland's flame is much purer than the Baron's, even purer than the Holy Fire in the hands of the high priests!

This is not a flame that a swordsman or Holy Knight can use; this is something that a reincarnated angel or saint can use!

Catherine had guessed that Roland would unearth many treasures in the lower world, but according to theory, he should only be able to comprehend that kind of extreme darkness.

But he comprehended 'extreme light'!

Catherine's gaze towards Roland became increasingly fanatical.

She repeatedly said that she was not interested in Roland's secrets.

But in her heart, an extremely strong desire for research (perverted), observation (peeping), and teaching (learning skills) arose.

He must stay by my side, to be properly observed! To be properly taught!

And then steal those skills! ~

[The mentor's perverted voyeuristic desire +100]

Catherine was lost in thought, and in her distraction, she realized that Roland's hand had long since reached over and was unbuttoning the front of her chest!

"What do you want to do!" The mentor frantically covered her chest.

Roland frowned and said, "Senior, what are you thinking? There must be many tiny iron fragments inside your wound. You can't handle it well... Hurry up, don't be so pretentious. You just took a healing potion; the wound is healing. If you don't deal with it as soon as possible, you might have to dig out a piece of flesh later."

Hearing this, the mentor's face turned pale.

Although some potions can regrow flesh, who knows if the regrown flesh will be so perfect?

It certainly can't compare to the original!

"Sigh." Roland suddenly sighed and said, "After experiencing so many things, I thought we already trusted each other."

Catherine's expression became strange, and she said, "What exactly do you want to say?"

Roland said, "I just want to treat your wound... I can close my eyes while doing it."

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The mentor's expression changed for a long time, and she parted her red lips, spitting out three words: "Get out!"

Roland rolled his eyes, patted his butt, and left. Catherine hurriedly sat up, enduring the pain, and used her coat to cover the gaps in the grass shed.

'He's too bold!'

'This time I'm planning to go back to my family. Should I bring this kid along, or let him go back to the academy first?'

Catherine was conflicted.

This kid Roland is already bold. I'm constantly using my identity to suppress him, and he even dares to call me senior.

If he accidentally finds out that I'm using his identity to negotiate with the elders, that would be terrible, wouldn't it?

It's better to separate for a while so we can each have some space to do our own things.

After walking out of the small grass shed, Roland took out a 'mini water basin' from his bag. It looked a bit like silverware, with many exquisite carvings about the undead on it.

Holding this small water basin, he walked around the battlefield while chanting spells. Subsequently, the souls on the surrounding corpses flew into the small water basin like smoke.

This small water basin is actually also a relic, called 'Harvester's Altar'. Its owner should be a necromancer.

Its degree of damage is actually very serious; it's just that it can't be seen on the surface.

According to Wallace, when this relic is intact, it can pull out the souls of a group of living people in a few breaths. Even if the souls are not immediately pulled out, those people will not be able to cast spells or act.

If a formal wizard uses this kind of thing on a group of apprentices, the wizard will be like the Grim Reaper, easily taking away the souls of the apprentices. And the apprentices won't even have a chance to run.

But it is now damaged to the point where it cannot be repaired and can only be used as a tool for collecting souls.

In any case, it saves a sum of money for purchasing similar magical tools. This kind of thing for collecting souls belongs to black magic tools and cannot be bought in normal wizard markets.

The small water basin was originally empty; after collecting the souls, there was some mercury-like liquid.

"I wonder if the academy has any knowledge of necromancy. I'm still a bit interested in the things of necromancers."

These 'mercury' are all souls and can be used to create undead. Of course, they can also be fed to Wallace.

Roland opened the dimensional bag, took out Wallace's body, and poured the liquid from the basin onto him.

Wallace's body absorbed these souls. Although he was still asleep, fleshy buds began to squirm on his neck.

Roland thought to himself, 'If he sleeps for one night, his head should be able to grow back.'

Roland put Wallace's body back into the dimensional bag and then used a 'small candle' to dispose of the corpses on the ground.

Looking at the corpses turning into blood in the black smoke of the candle, Roland thought to himself, 'This way, it won't attract other creatures.'

Since the mentor was temporarily unable to move, Roland considered that they might be camping here tonight, so he dealt with the corpses nearby.

“I'm a bit hungry. Let's make a fire and grill some dry rations.”

At this moment, the mentor's voice suddenly came from the thatched shed: “Ro… Roland, you… you come over here for a moment.”

Roland revealed a strange expression. He thought to himself, 'I was right. She probably can't handle it alone... Mentor, mentor, please don't give me a difficult problem. I can't do this kind of work with my eyes closed.'