I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha.

Chapter 127: The Bible of the Dead Goddess Heraclea (5K)

This kind of thing caused quite a stir. The story spread, even making it into the wizarding news. The reporters, eager to see the situation, simply renamed the town officially owned by the wizard Dahl: Bloodfang Town, Flayed Territory, and even claimed he was the Flayed Lord.

And Lord Dal's White Fang Magic Society was forcibly transformed into the Blood Fang Magic Society.

This newspaper is the newspaper in Heiyuan Academy.

Lord Dahl was deeply upset by this incident. He suffered both financial and reputational losses. Although he often used to refine "blood skin," the material used was a red lichen, moss, and had nothing to do with human skin. Yet, those reporters had forcibly linked it to the insane talk of the Bloodfang psychopaths.

So he went to the door and asked those damned Black Abyss wizards to send people to investigate what happened here to prove his innocence.

According to Yingtao, the only thing the White Council criticized Lord Dahl for was his taking in werewolves, which often led to rabies and other problems. However, no one believed that Dahl would cause chaos in his own town. Therefore, everyone trusted Lord Dahl.

However, the academy strongly suspected that this matter was related to the Twilight Wizards, speculating that they might be studying the mysteries here.

If the facts are indeed related to this speculation, the academy must take some action.

"Let's go to the auction house." Roland got on a carriage at the door of a luxurious Roman-style bathhouse.

There was actually a foreign wizard here. When the coachman saw the magic gem thrown to him, he immediately understood.

He drove the car attentively and introduced the town to Roland like a tour guide.

The corridor of the auction venue.
A middle-aged noble with a square face walked towards the main entrance of the venue, followed by a charming female appraiser.

There was no magical fluctuation on this noble, but it was very strange. Although he was right in the field of vision, he was easily ignored.

Looking again, the female appraiser turned out to be a senior apprentice. She seemed to have a high status in the White Fang Society, but she was extremely respectful to this person and did not dare to look him in the eyes.

As she spoke to this person, her whole body trembled uncontrollably, and beads of sweat formed on her forehead. It was as if she had just secretly used some small mental trick on this person, but it had not affected him, and instead he had punished her with some kind of fear spell.

So much so that she now has a strong shadow over this wizard.

The nobleman was arrogant and indifferent to everyone. A legitimate wizard passed by and greeted the female appraiser, then smiled and nodded at the Muggle nobleman. But the nobleman ignored him, glancing at the wizard, then raised his chin slightly and gave a perfunctory response.

However, the official wizard did not get angry. Instead, he became even more humble. He leaned over to the side of the road and stretched out his hand, signaling the noble to go first.

It looked like this noble was a formal wizard, and one with immense power. The formal wizard had carefully observed him for a long time and found that the noble indeed possessed magical powers. However, he could only faintly detect the fluctuations of an apprentice's magical power.

It seemed that this noble not only had a special amulet to conceal his magical aura, but also had a strong control over his own magic. No one, not even this official wizard, could see his true magical power.

But everyone guessed from the attitude of 'Miss Kayla (appraiser)' towards him and the time he entered, and was sure that he must be one of the financial sponsors invited by Dahl this time.

When the waiters on the road saw him and the female appraiser, they hurriedly lowered their heads with a very respectful attitude.

This nobleman was actually Roland. He didn't suppress his magic, but his magic was just like that. However, Miss Keira's company led many people to misunderstand.

His palms were now sweating.

I thought this was just a small town of wild wizards, but even the female appraiser who did the appraisal for me was a high-level apprentice!
After the shockwaves of his own mind hit her, she recovered in a moment. Although the appraiser's frantic words and the wet seat suggested she had lost control of her bladder for a few seconds, she was able to speak to him normally after recovering.

On the way, Roland saw many official wizards.

The female appraiser told Roland that the town was usually quite deserted. But today was the auction, which only happened once every three months, so it was particularly lively. After today, most people would disperse.

Soon, the two entered the venue.

Roland was stunned when he entered. A magnificent hall appeared before his eyes, like a small but exquisite opera house.

Vermilion carpets, gorgeous murals and carvings, and high-hanging palace lanterns.

The hall was oval-shaped and had three floors. The upper floor was a semi-open private room with a curtain and a magical barrier. The lower floor had seven or eight rows of seats, but only half of them were occupied.

Roland couldn't tell the magical powers of the people upstairs, but they should all be formal wizards or descendants of wealthy families.

The people downstairs were of all kinds. Some were dressed strangely, looking like ugly old hags. Some dressed as priests, nuns, or simply covered themselves in hooded cloaks. And some, like Roland, looked like Muggle nobles.

Among these people, there were many high-level apprentices, but there were also many middle-level and low-level apprentices.

The female appraiser told Roland that the auction was usually packed. However, recent events in the town had impacted the White Fang's business. Many people believed that Lord Dahl was behind the incident. As a result, many apprentices, fearing the White Fang's flayed flesh, stopped coming.

With fewer apprentices, there are fewer goods. Wizards came here a few times to sell their goods, but they didn't get a good price, so they didn't come here often.

She took Roland directly upstairs: "Sir, there are many empty seats upstairs, please follow me."

If Roland's strength was truly that of a proper wizard, he would definitely choose to sit downstairs. But at this moment, he remained calm and followed the female appraiser to a very good seat upstairs.

Someone upstairs had temporarily installed a socket, which attracted some attention. However, when they saw that the person was brought there personally by the organizer, they all looked surprised.

There have been fewer visitors to Bloodfang Town recently, so the organizers often try to invite some wizards to come and show their support, most of whom are friends of Lord Dahl.

When Roland sat down, the auction had already begun.

After escorting Roland in, the female appraiser was reluctant to leave. Seeing that Roland didn't say anything, she boldly sat down next to him and explained the auction items to him.

According to the female appraiser, this auction was strictly speaking a bidding war. Magic stones could be bid and bartered. However, according to White Fang rules, payment had to be made on the spot. The buyer would pay any transaction fees.

The auctioneer was an elderly apprentice, but his knowledge was very solid and he explained everything very clearly.

The title deed to a deserted manor house with a castle, no servants or tenants, located in Muggle territory, was up for auction. The base price was not high, only 300 magic stones.

The people upstairs were not interested in this, but the bidding of the guests downstairs was very enthusiastic.

"Four hundred and three!"

"Four hundred and five!"

"I'll give you 500 magic stones!"

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Under Roland's strange gaze, the small castle estate was soon auctioned off for a terrifying price.

"Seven hundred and eighty magic stones!"

The bidder was a fat, middle-level apprentice who made the offer with gritted teeth.

"Eight hundred!" A thin senior apprentice raised his hand calmly and raised the price again.

The fat man's eyes were red as he looked at the senior apprentice viciously. He finally struggled with the senior apprentice for a while, then collapsed in his seat as if he had lost his parents.

This castle manor was eventually bought by a female apprentice who had never bid.

She quoted a price of 900. The senior apprentice hesitated for a moment, shook his head, and gave up the deed.

900 magic stones, this can buy a good rare item.

Yet, everyone was fighting so fiercely over a small territory in the Muggle Kingdom. Furthermore, many people looked as if they would be devastated if they couldn't get it. This made Roland very confused.

The female appraiser said, "The location of that territory is quite special. Although it has no subjects, it does come with a minor title. Most importantly, that kingdom is recognized by the wizarding world. Once apprentices purchase the territory, the school will let them go. Living there will also allow them to escape the conflicts between the major schools."

Roland suddenly understood.

The female appraiser paused, then continued, "Every year, a large number of apprentices who can't make it choose this path. Of course, as long as there is even a slight chance of becoming a full-fledged wizard, we are willing to pay any price."

The female appraiser's words contained hints. Seeing Roland remained silent, she bit her lip and moved a little closer. Her thighs, beneath her silk dress, were incredibly smooth, pressing against Roland's, intentionally or unintentionally. Roland glanced at the skilled senior apprentice with a half-smile, reaching out to enjoy her long legs. The witch, overjoyed, pressed even closer. Her hands were somewhat dishonest, as if she were trying to serve Roland.

Roland said, "I am a necromancer."

The witch trembled with fear and froze in place: "Sir, you are joking."

The senior apprentice lady became as obedient as a puppet. Roland listened to her explanation and watched the auction.

To be honest, no matter how the witch looked at it, she didn't think Roland was a necromancer. But she believed what he said.

Because when he introduced the list to the wizard before, he seemed to have no interest in the 'Flower Moss Vestments', but had a great desire for a 'Bible of the Dead of the Goddess Heraclea'.

The next seven or eight items were mostly auctioned off for 200-400 magic stones. The ninth collectible was an ordinary antique, but it caused a sensation.

This time, the apprentices showed little interest, but the formal wizards were scrambling for it. In the end, this antique with no magical aura was sold at a sky-high price of 800 magic stones.

The female appraiser said, "This antique is no ordinary one. Although it's only four hundred years old, it's experienced many stories. There's a tiny chance it could be a 'natural wonder' or even a 'mysterious treasure'. These two treasures are incomparable to man-made alchemical wonders."

Roland suddenly realized that it was no wonder that Wallace opened an antique shop.

After several rounds of bidding, the waiters brought out a witch's cauldron, a mid-grade wonder.

After seeing this rare item, the buyers all showed surprised expressions, because this rare item was not on the list.

The auctioneer said that this was a recent shipment and he temporarily cut in line.

Those who could cut in line were usually the best, and often rushed to sell, making it easy to snag a bargain. So everyone was interested. When they heard that this mid-quality witch's cauldron was actually a magical alchemy artifact, everyone's eyes lit up.

Its base price was 500, but it kept rising. Many wizards bought it, apparently intending to keep it for their family heirs.

Roland's palms sweated as he watched the rapidly rising figure. Ultimately, it sold for 1300 magic stones and was bought by a calm buyer upstairs.

Roland was overjoyed, knowing that this rare item was his.

The big pot was moved away and should have been sent directly to the buyer upstairs.

Not long after, a waiter from Roland's side brought a small box containing 13 medium-grade magic stones.

Roland pretended to be indifferent and put away the small box.

His remaining stomach sac and undead stitching artifact were sold one after another.

The stomach balloon is a unique device. It has a single function and is disgusting. It requires surgery, and its use can cause side effects like obesity and overeating. It can even shorten some people's lifespans.

So Roland originally thought that it wouldn't fetch a good price, but it actually fetched a very good price.

According to the female appraiser, once apprentices possessed this potion, they would be able to increase their magic power by eating monsters. This was equivalent to a permanent "low-grade meditation potion" for the entire apprenticeship period.

If it weren't for its side effects, which were criticized by many white wizards and nobles, it would have sold for a much higher price.

On the contrary, Roland thought the Undead Stitching Artifact would sell well, but it was sold at a very low price.

Its side effects are indeed serious, but anyone who chooses the path of a necromancer doesn't care about impotence, turning into a corpse, and so on.

No one was willing to bid, which only meant that there were no necromancers among the official wizards present.

The three rare items were sold for a total of two thousand eight hundred.

Patting his pocket secretly, Roland finally felt a little more confident.

He was determined to obtain the Book of the Dead. He had no confidence in restraining the Red Spirit simply by relying on spells to enslave the undead and stitch the puppets together, because it would backfire.

But if you add the Book of the Dead, it won't be a problem.

After that, the Red Spirits, the Evil Spirits, and the Ghosts even formed a team! And with the Book of the Dead, Roland could safely cultivate them with Soul Tears!
But the female appraiser had told him before that the Book of the Dead was very rare, and the undead were easier to find and more obedient than demons, so if you met an necromancer who happened to be in need of this thing, the price would be higher than that of the Book of Demons.

According to previous auction results, at least three thousand magic stones must be prepared.

Next came several rounds of potion bidding, all of which were top-grade and rare potions. Several of these potions were in the recipe for Shadow Roar. Roland hesitated for a long time and did not make a move.

Among them were three top-grade soul garlics, which were sold for a total price of 800 magic stones.

Compared to other top-grade potions, Soul Garlic is difficult to use as medicine. However, if properly cared for, it has a chance of condensing Soul Tears every three years.

Although it is very expensive to cultivate, requiring soul essence, and it also has certain requirements for the place where it grows, these are not problems for the necromancers.

With this kind of soul garlic, the undead of the necromancer can grow continuously. For them, the best soul garlic is very rare.

After the eight mid-grade magic stones were delivered, Roland secretly complained in his heart: "The base price was 8 magic stones, and it only sold for 500! Undead items are so hard to sell today. It's a pity that the mermaid grass will rot after watering. Otherwise, it would definitely sell for a high price."
After counting the magic stones I earned and the remaining magic stones, the total amount was more than four thousand, less than five thousand.

He thought to himself: "Elena and the others' rare items are not suitable for public use. In addition to the Book of the Dead, I need to get a rare item. Blood skin and magic potion, I'm afraid they can't be bought."

"However, it's better to buy rare items at the rare item shop. In case you don't have enough money."

Roland had no intention of buying any rare items, but a mysterious scabbard caught his attention.

Though clearly a scabbard, the auctioneer called it a Holy Fire Blade. After a short while, the sword, inserted into the scabbard, will animate and mutate, transforming into a Holy Fire Servant. Upon command from its master, it will strike down enemies beyond its sight, leaving behind a trail of sacred flames.

The auctioneer specially found a wizard proficient in swordsmanship to perform a demonstration. During the demonstration, his scabbard floated in front of him, and as he chanted the magic spell, golden shadows flew out of the scabbard.

The shadowy figure followed the wizard's command as if it were his own arm. Suddenly, countless figures flashed in the hall.

It seems that as long as there is magic power, holy fire servants will continue to fly out of the scabbard and cause damage to the target.

Strictly speaking, this is a top-grade rare item, but its base price is only 300 magic stones.

In Roland's eyes, this was a divine weapon. He had a hunch that the Holy Fire wielded by the Holy Fire Servant he summoned would be even purer.

But the bidders were not interested.

For normal wizards, this item is really useless. Because the Holy Fire Servant relies on the master's swordsmanship to deal with the enemy. The stronger the master's swordsmanship, the more powerful the Holy Fire Servant.

If the wizard only has low-level swordsmanship, then the full-strength attack of the summoned Holy Fire Servant will only deal the same damage as a low-level swordsman's attack.

What's worse is that this thing consumes a lot of mana, and the user needs to have a talent for holy elemental attributes to achieve the maximum effect.

If a Shadow Wizard uses this, the damage dealt by the Holy Fire Servant is the same as a tickle.

After spending half a day and consuming most of the magic power, the result was not as good as two official magics.

If it weren't for this thing, which could cause a little bit of holy fire damage, it wouldn't even be worth the base price of 300 magic stones.

Most of those present were serious dark wizards, few of whom had an affinity for divine attributes, and therefore had little interest in this thing.

Roland spent six hundred magic stones to get it.

At this moment, a sudden commotion erupted in the venue. Roland looked closely and saw that the waiters were carrying several coffins onto the stands.

The auctioneer was holding a very old book in his hands. It was an ochre-colored book with a raised, mysterious figure on the cover, which looked a bit like some ancient Egyptian statues.

(End of this chapter)