I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha

After Wallace chatted with Roland for a while, he planned to send him to his residence in the Forbidden Forest.

He finally said to Roland, "You've advanced a bit too quickly. If anyone asks, just say you advanced in a year. I'll mention it to the young lady later."

Roland nodded. Only Wallace and his senior apprentice sister knew when he had advanced.

Wallace further instructed, "The academy hasn't been peaceful recently, especially for Alexandra's people, who are being targeted a bit. As a low-level apprentice, it's not easy for you to deal with trouble. Now that you've cultivated to this extent, you might as well let loose."

Roland asked with some concern, "Wallace, is my rate of advancement a bit too fast?"

Wallace stroked his beard and said, "During the apprentice stage, many natural-born wizards will become formal wizards after a single sleep. Compared to them, what's it matter that you're still a low-level apprentice after three sleeps?"

Those natural-born wizard seeds can comprehend the world and break through realms on their own in their dreams.

To some extent, Roland was using the "Aleye Manuscript" to comprehend the world.

Wallace added, "Of course, this sudden awakening of magic also has its drawbacks. The young lady often encountered the side effect of 'magic surges' back then because she advanced too quickly. But using magic more often can temper magic power and avoid side effects. However, squandering magic power requires the support of magic potions. Find some good magic potions; there are many in the Forbidden Forest."

As a nominal magical enlightenment mentor, Wallace was still very conscientious.

Roland kept his words in mind.

He thought to himself: 'The Merman Fruit is a precious magic potion. Although it's a magic potion used for meditation, it's very good at restoring magic power and has no side effects. Unlike low-quality magic power recovery potions like Serpent Beauty, using too much of it will cause poisoning.'

Wallace waved his hand and said, "The academy has a public magic fireplace. You spent today wandering around the academy with that ghost thing. Use the fireplace to go to the cabin in the Forbidden Forest and bury the book as soon as possible. I'll help you ask for leave for today later. For the courses you missed, find classmates to make them up, or go to the library to look up books. If you have any issues, contact me with the crystal ball."

Roland coughed and said, "Can I come and go as I please? I don't have magic stones on hand to run back and forth every day."

Wallace said, "Alright, I'll say hello to Bernard and Miss Yingtao. Come on whatever day you have class."

Roland was stunned: "Miss Yingtao?"

Wallace smiled mysteriously: "She's a friend of the young lady's and also the mentor the young lady chose for you."

Roland: ". . ."

Anyone who can hang out with his senior apprentice sister can't be a good person, right?

So, Yingtao is indeed a dark wizard?

Impossible, right? Such an innocent mentor, even asking her students to fetch meals requires negotiation.

Roland stood up and finally asked Wallace about the pure-blooded witch's fluids.

"Pure-blooded witch's fluids? The academy no longer forces apprentices to submit this material, so there's very little stock left. But there are indeed some in storage."

Wallace stroked his beard and pondered for a moment, saying, "I can give you a slip to buy it from the logistics department at a fair price. But the administrator is a relative of my nemesis, Chief Bill, and doesn't get along with me very well.

That little brat may not give me that face, so although I can open a back door for you, whether you can get the item depends on you."

Wallace had just taken office, and if he were to run into a snag with a small administrator in a low-level department because of garbage like witch's fluids, it would become a laughingstock throughout the academy. So he couldn't come forward for this kind of thing.

Roland naturally understood this kind of social interaction. He took the slip that Wallace gave him and, before leaving, swiped a copy of the "Encyclopedia of Daily Spells" from his desk.

"That's borrowed from the library, don't forget to return it!"

Touching it, Roland closed the door.

Roland went directly to the first floor.

This was a small hall, a place specifically for apprentices to receive and submit tasks and receive supplies. Therefore, the items inside were not very valuable. Materials that apprentices would use, such as witch's fluids, were placed here.

It was a bit like those old-fashioned banks. The administrator sat inside the counter, separated from the outside by iron bars. Inside the bars was just the administrator, and behind him, like a warehouse, were piled up many things, as well as some cargo shelves.

Some apprentices were queuing outside the small hall. Whenever the administrator called 'Next,' the apprentice in line would walk over.

Most of the people in line were Black Abyss apprentices, but there were also White Chess apprentices. After the Black Abyss apprentices went in, they would squeeze out smiling faces and flatter, cautiously communicating with the administrator. But they would generally get a nose full of ash.

Most of the White Chess apprentices went in with dark faces, and after going in, they would basically argue with the administrator and then come out with a belly full of fire.

Two apprentices complained in low voices as they came out.

— — "It's obvious that he's deducting supplies! I will definitely complain!"

— — "Me too, it's clear that the task materials I submitted were all of superior quality, but he insisted on saying they were ordinary!"

It seemed that this administrator's reputation wasn't very good. But before Bill was promoted to chief, his relative was already working here. He had been doing it for almost three years now. The academy had never replaced him.

He usually engaged in petty actions in private, and his mouth was also very foul, but he did things impeccably, so he had never been caught with any handle.

Therefore, although there were many complaints every month, these complaints lacked evidence, and with someone above him suppressing them, the students had no way to deal with him.

"Next."

A shout came from the hall. Roland walked in with Wallace's slip.

Roland sized up the administrator. He was just a low-level apprentice, wearing the White Chess Academy uniform. But there was no White Chess Academy embroidery on it. So, this guy was a veteran of the Black Abyss Academy, but he was trying to pretend to be a White Chess Academy person.

The administrator looked at the slip and said with a fake smile, "A low-level apprentice, and you want to do alchemy?"

He ignored the administrator's garbage talk and asked directly, "How many magic stones do I need to pay according to the amount I requested?"

The administrator held up two fingers.

Roland threw out two magic stones.

"Are you stupid? Two magic stones? Do you think alchemy materials are like Muggles and peas? It's 20 magic stones!"

Roland frowned. He had seen the logistics inquiry list at Wallace's place before. The things he wanted were many, but not that expensive.

The administrator ignored Roland and said without even raising his head, "Next."

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Roland suppressed the anger in his eyes and threw out 20 magic stones.

The administrator smiled and collected the magic stones, throwing Roland a list: "Look carefully, I didn't swindle your money. The price you saw before was the price a few days ago. 20 magic stones is today's price — if you can count, then calculate it yourself."

There was indeed no problem with the list here at the administrator's, but there were many tricks involved.

Although according to this list, the amount Roland wanted did indeed cost 20 magic stones, in reality, even if this material's price had increased, it would be worth at most 8 magic stones.

He thought to himself: 'There must be something fishy about this matter. Forget it, don't cause trouble for Wallace.'

After the administrator finished speaking, he went to the back to get the items.

He brought over two small buckets, weighed them in front of Roland, and said, "Look carefully, sign your name if there are no problems."

Roland looked at the weight, confirmed that there were no problems, and then signed his name, receiving these two buckets of materials.

But when he used his hand to lift the bucket, he found that the weight was slightly off. After shaking it, he found that the inertia of the liquid inside the bucket had a subtle difference from normal materials.

The weighing tool on the counter had problems. In addition, these two buckets of goods were also wrong. They were not pure extracted witch's fluids, but half genuine goods and half sewage.

Ordinary apprentices would probably not be able to detect these subtle anomalies, but as a high-level swordsman, Roland's five senses were very keen, and he noticed the abnormality.

The administrator saw Roland standing there all the time and raised his eyelids indifferently: "Next."

Roland closed his eyes and circulated his energy, turning to leave.

He heard the administrator behind him muttering softly: ". . . Still want to do alchemy, why don't you piss and look in the mirror, honestly learn from the Black Abyss wizards and be dogs for White Chess . . ."

Roland stopped his footsteps and coldly looked back at the administrator.

"What are you looking at? What are you doing? You dare . . ."

Before he could finish speaking, he was dragged out alive from between the iron bars by a large hand, letting out a scream.

With a series of crisp cracking sounds, the administrator's bones were squeezed open by the bars, and several ribs were broken.

Roland picked up a large bucket, opened the lid, and poured it into his mouth.

Roland said coldly, "You're really a piece of trash, you can't even hold things properly, all my goods have been spilled by you, get me new ones!"

A few minutes later

Roland left the small hall with five buckets of genuine materials. The few low-level apprentices who had just watched the excitement at the door quickly retreated after seeing the cold eyes of this madman from the Alexandra family.

Inside the hall, the iron bars were pulled out of shape. Two disgusting empty buckets were also thrown outside.

The administrator was lying in the warehouse, vomiting until the world was dark. He clutched his ribs and howled weakly.

'He's really cheap! He won't be honest unless he's taught a lesson. I'm afraid I'm going to cause a little trouble for Wallace. They're dogfighting. I'll tell him later and let him help me wipe my ass.'

Roland thought to himself, 'Everyone wants to use Alexandra to get ahead. My power is too low; everyone wants to step on me. After this trip to the Black Forest, I'll come back after advancing to a mid-tier Apprentice.'

Four updates today, and more tomorrow.