I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha.

Chapter 128: Noisy Land 5K
"This is the Book of the Dead that came out of the Western Desert. It belongs to the Barungu School. I believe everyone is familiar with the Barungu School's teachings."

"It has very few shackles, less than 20, but the restraint is extremely strong. Even an apprentice, or even a Muggle, can use it to control a small number of powerful undead without any problem."

At this point, twelve coffins were already placed on the stage. Ten of them were standing upright, while two lay flat. The two coffins were particularly large, with black air rising from them, as if some sinister creature was sleeping inside.

A young scholar, looking pale, stepped forward. He looked frightened, but still walked boldly to the center and took the book from the auctioneer.

This young scholar was a typical wild wizard. He had almost no magical power, and it was even possible that he had no magical power at all, but had gained a trace of magic after taking a temporary drug.

But he was very knowledgeable and could recite the spells in the Book of the Dead at will, and he could recite some of the ancient ancient languages ​​very standardly.

At the young scholar's command, all ten coffins collapsed and opened. Ten neatly arranged tomb keepers, spears in hand, stepped out of the coffins and marched in unison, forming a line on the stands.

Immediately afterwards, a waiter hurriedly cast an ice shield and stood on the left.

"BaLerTi!" the young scholar pointed to the left. Ten skeleton guardians strode forward with a clacking sound, stabbing at the waiter.

The ice shield was riddled with holes in the blink of an eye. Black mist swirled around it, and it quickly shattered.

When the ice shield completely shattered, ten spears pierced the waiter, but stopped in front of him.

A bean-sized bead of sweat dripped from the waiter's chin.

The scholar gave another order, and the tomb keepers put away their spears in unison and stood loyally in their places.

The scholar and the waiter breathed a sigh of relief.

Just now, the scholar ordered the undead to attack the ice shield in the waiter's hand, so the undead did not attack the waiter himself.

Roland couldn't help wanting to applaud, but there was very little applause from the audience. He suddenly realized something.

The ten skeleton guardians looked powerful, but they were the most obedient and loyal of the undead. Controlling them was effortless, and the power of the book was not evident.

At this time, the scholar recited another passage, and then the two huge coffins lying flat on the ground collided and shattered, and two rotten beasts nearly three meters high jumped out.

They turned out to be the rotten corpses of two werewolves. They were even more brutal and ferocious than when they were alive. After they appeared, they let out hoarse roars at the audience.

Bloodthirsty flames burned in their rotting eyeballs, and red and green mucus flowed from their mouths. They looked as if they had been tortured to death, and had entered a state of rage before death.

This creature is inherently ferocious, and once it goes berserk, it will not recognize any relatives. Because it is already dead, its hunger cannot be satisfied, so it is the most difficult thing to tame.

The two werewolf corpses, after being refined, both possessed a faint second-order magical power. Seeing them rush off the stage, many low-level and mid-level apprentices were horrified. For a moment, the audience was in chaos, and many people stood up, even drawing their wands to prepare to meet the enemy.

But the two wolf corpses roared for a long time, but still stood still. They twitched all over and looked at the scholar, as if they wanted to tear the person who ordered them to pieces, but it seemed as if there were invisible shackles on their bodies, tightly controlling their behavior.

The scholar pretended to be calm, turned a page of the book with cold sweat on his face, and spoke a complicated ancient Gubal dialect.

Then, the skeleton guardians raised their spears and stabbed at the two wolf corpses.

The two werewolves struggled and roared on the spot, but did not fight back. It was not until the scholar gave another order that they frantically pounced on the tomb keeper.

The two werewolves quickly knocked down several tomb keepers, and the two sides actually started fighting in the stands.

It was not until the scholar gave another order that both sides stopped.

The waiters hurriedly cleaned up the debris, carefully collecting each bone with magic. These undead were commissioned by Lord Dahl and will be reused. They will need to be properly restored after today's auction.

"Thank you, all the scholars, grand secretaries, and tutors, for watching." The young scholar bowed deeply and humbly to the audience. He then left his books behind and followed the attendants off the stage.

The audience in the stands erupted in enthusiastic applause. This time, even the wizards upstairs applauded. A heated discussion ensued in the venue.

Roland's expression was calm, but his eyes were almost glowing red.

That scholar was just a Muggle, yet he could control so many undead spirits with just one book. So what about a mid-level apprentice? Could he control a level 3 demon spirit and a group of evil spirits and vengeful spirits?

He must get this Book of the Dead!

Roland cursed in his heart: "Why such a vivid demonstration! Now the price has been driven up!"

The auctioneer struck while the iron was hot, adding, "As you can see, with a basic understanding of necromancy, even a Muggle can use this book to control undead servants. Even if you don't enjoy studying necromancy, giving it to your children would be an excellent self-defense item."

"Base price: 1000 magic stones!"

There was an uproar in the audience, and Roland's face froze slightly.

The base price is only 1000 magic stones, how much will it cost in the end?

As Roland expected, as soon as the bidding started, buyers in the audience started bidding.

The bidding was fierce, with numbers being reported almost one after another.

But Roland showed a strange look.

The bidders seemed to be apprentices. They worked hard to increase the price by dozens of magic stones, and it took a long time to raise it to two or three hundred.

Roland suddenly understood.

This base price excluded most apprentices. A little over a thousand magic stones was the limit for most apprentices.

At this point, the bid reached over 1,300, and no one bid for a long time. The noble apprentice who had made the bid couldn't help but smile, then glanced nervously around. The remaining wealthy people showed hesitation, thinking it over and deciding it wasn't worth it, so they stopped bidding.

"1500."

A faint sound came from upstairs.

Everyone looked up and saw that it was the last wizard to arrive.

It seems that he is delighted to see the prey.

A moment later, someone upstairs made another bid.

"1700!"

Roland's eye twitched slightly, and he said to the female appraiser beside him, "These idiots, can't they see that this book is written in ancient Gulang? Although Gulang is easy to pronounce, the meaning varies greatly. Not only is the semantics obscure and difficult to understand, but the language and translations handed down through archaeological excavations are mostly incomplete."

If you can only recite the mantra but don’t understand its meaning, you will run into big problems after buying it! "

After a pause, he shook his head and said, "If it's over 2000, I might as well buy a few rare items. The most valuable item in the box. Are you sure it's the 'Flower Moss Vestment' made by that guy Dahl himself?"

The female appraiser said respectfully, "Yes, sir, it is a top-grade item that was accidentally refined. Many people come here just for this robe."

Roland nodded, stood up and asked, "Where is the toilet?"

The female appraiser took Roland out and told him the location, but she had no intention of following him.

After a moment, Roland returned to his seat, and the female appraiser's gaze was slightly evasive.

Roland glanced at the audience and saw that the bidding had reached 2,200. Now, after he left, the price was no longer going up by 100.

Seeing those who had been hesitating to bid were already sweating profusely, Roland made a bid. After that, no one else bid.

The female appraiser felt relieved.

The White Fang had done something a little tricky today, causing some delays, but this was beyond the control of Miss Kayla, the appraiser.

However, she saw that the wizard was unhappy, so she secretly sent a message.

Roland finally got the book with the number 2600.

"They're all just a bunch of shills! This witch named Keira just spread my message. Otherwise, I'd have to spend an extra thousand magic stones today!"

Most people today come here for the "Flower Moss Robe", also known as the "Blood Skin".

Furthermore, the few extremely rare Soul Garlic items Roland had sold didn't fetch high prices, so the Book of the Dead shouldn't be fetching too high a price.

Besides, there's something wrong with this book. Any serious wizard can see it. Why buy it? I thought I'd found a bargain, but the organizers would rather risk it failing than sell it at a low price. Because it would significantly affect the market price. If the buyer finds they can't get a good price here, they won't send it back in the future.

However, 2600 is still a small bargain. Normally, any necromancer today would be sold for 3000 or 4000.

And if that necromancer also knew ancient Old English, he would have to fight Roland to the bitter end. It was hard to say how much he would get by then.

After all, the stranger the necromancy is, and the more it is related to the underworld, the more worthy of in-depth study.

So, even though he cursed in his heart, he did the math and realized that even though he had sold a few items at a low price, getting this book for 2600 was still a good deal. So he felt much more comfortable.

"The waters in this kind of place are indeed very deep. If you don't keep your eyes open, you'll be taken advantage of."

At this moment, someone brought a book over. Roland feigned composure as he glanced at it before putting it away.

Indeed, the book was written in the ancient Old World language, a language so rare that no translation existed in the East.

But Roland had the Codex Alayeh, so translating the contents of the Book of the Dead was not a problem.

In addition, this book seems to contain many scriptures about the 'Goddess of the Styx. Heraca', all written in the ancient ancient language.

I don't know what the purpose of these scriptures is, but they take up 80% of the entire book, and most of them are "poetry". The remaining 20% ​​is the annotations and translations of the scriptures by other wizards.

So the whole book is actually written in the ancient ancient scriptures. To put it bluntly, it is a scripture of Heracles, the goddess of the Styx!
In contrast, the spells in the book seem to be something that complements the scriptures.

The Muggle scholar before couldn't cast any spells at all, but he used the contents of the scriptures to control the undead with ease.

Roland became very interested in this.

Roland paid the bill and the transaction fee. He then took a few sips of coffee and a few bites of a cloyingly sweet pastry. He then patted his butt and prepared to leave.

"Sir, don't you want to take a look at the 'Flower Moss Vestment'?" the female appraiser asked hurriedly.

The 'Flower Moss Vestment' is what the reporters call 'Blood Skin'.

This thing is a robe made by the master alchemist of earth element using specially cultivated lichen moss.

Moreover, this robe is of top quality, not the inferior or failed product that Lord Dal usually sells to the Black Abyss apprentices.

Many official wizards come here for the Flower Moss Vestments.

The female appraiser saw that Roland was wealthy and wanted to persuade him to stay. Even if he didn't buy, it would be nice to be his agent.

The recent "skinning" incident had dealt a heavy blow to Lord Dahl's group. Just like the Book of the Dead, they'd hyped it up for so long, even buying a bunch of undead just for demonstration purposes. Normally, it would fetch at least three or four thousand magic stones, but this time, it sold for just two thousand six hundred!

Seeing the female appraiser pestering him, Roland pinched her pretty face and said, "I'm short of a student. Do you want to come?"

The senior female apprentice froze and said hurriedly, "Sir, I am Mr. Dahl's student and also his lover."

Roland looked at the female apprentice with admiration, the same way he looked at a corpse, and left without looking back.

The look in her eyes frightened the apprentice to death. She had no interest in staying any longer and ran to her instructor to have her body checked several times - just the normal checks. She only breathed a sigh of relief when she was sure that the necromancer had not left any marks on her body.

She went to take a bath to wash away the bad luck.

On the other side, Roland swaggered out of the door, summoned chains, and flew out of the town with great momentum.

An hour later, the auction ended and the official wizards left one after another, most of them leaving the town.

Two hours later, several apprentices sneaked out of the auction, some leaving town while others hid in various locations around the town.

At night, there were more charred corpses in some alleys in the town.

In the busiest and most luxurious bathhouse in town, a young, plain-looking wizard was sitting in the lobby eating.

It was very lively here, with many Muggles and apprentices. It was a very mixed crowd, but it was also the most peaceful area in town.

The young wizard finished his meal in an area of ​​the large bathroom, observed for a while, and finally settled down.

This person is Roland.

After leaving the auction, he performed a series of operations and finally circled around and arrived at the town, but no one followed him.

Roland actually overthought it.

No one wants to mess with a necromancer who possesses the Book of the Dead.

There were only a handful of necromancers in the surrounding areas who were worthy of being invited by the organizers. Each one was more vicious and cruel than the last. Each one had more minions than the last. To provoke them was to stir up a hornet's nest.

If something goes wrong, the entire White Fang will have to side with the necromancer, because if this guy gets unhappy, the whole town will suffer.

Dahl Town (Bloodfang Town) is a small town full of medieval customs, so large baths are very popular here.

The town has about 7000 local residents, and over migrant workers and vendors. However, there are three large bathhouses and five small ones, making them almost as numerous as taverns.

This is an important social place, leisure and entertainment venue for people.

And there are many varieties.

Roland deliberately chose the most popular one, or rather, he deliberately chose the most chaotic one.

He had previously inquired with his guide (the coachman) and learned that this place attracted many Muggle nobles and unofficial wizards. Official wizards found this place annoying, so they stayed away. Apprentices of certain status also didn't come here.

Therefore, this most chaotic place is actually a good place to stay.

There are even nude bathing and mixed bathing facilities, as well as drinking and dining options.

If you book a room, there will be a group of male and female waiters who specialize in helping to boil water, scrub the body, massage, sing, recite poetry, etc. And they are very particular, with all kinds of spices and incense.

As a certain bard said, these baths, besides having beautiful girls and hearty breakfasts, will also make people's wallets thinner and thinner.

"Open a room." Roland came to the front desk and threw a magic stone over.

The girl at the front desk knew the gem belonged to a foreign wizard as soon as she saw it. So she carefully asked, "Sir, do you need to exchange silver coins?"

Roland looked at the White Fang emblem on the counter and showed a look of realization.

He had just sneaked in and was worried about where to exchange silver coins when he had dinner. A piece of magic stone could be exchanged for five or six cows in the secular world, but if he only used it to live for a day and have a meal, it would be a huge loss.

Of course, exchanging silver coins is also a loss. In some remote noble territories, local lords would use large amounts of gold to purchase magic stones in order to send their children into the wizarding world.

But Dahl Town is a trading area, with many local wizards and wizards, and wizards from various major schools often come here. So you can't expect such a good thing.

In the academy, silver was an alchemical material, and one magic gem could be exchanged for one pound of silver. But here, it could only be exchanged with silver coins.

The front desk specially used silver coins to bear the weight, and exchanged about a hundred silver coins for Roland's magic stone.

These hundred or so silver coins combined weighed a pound, but their silver content was only about 80. The White Fang earned over ten points for each magic stone exchanged, a significant source of revenue.

Roland didn't care about these things. Seeing that the silver and gold coins here were of good quality, he took out more than 20 magic stones and exchanged some more.

The girl at the front desk exchanged these things every day, so she didn't take the twenty or so low-grade magic gems too seriously. Roland diligently exchanged a small bag of gold coins and several bags of silver coins.

Looking at the money, Roland sighed inwardly. He then threw down a handful of silver coins, checked into a room, and told the receptionist that he and his group would be staying for a few days. If it wasn't enough, he could add more. If there was more, it would be the girl's tip.

The girl counted the dozen or so silver coins and said that this was definitely enough. She also asked if he wanted a midnight snack and a bath in the private room. Otherwise, the tip would be too much and she would feel uneasy.

Roland said, "No need. Hot water is good enough. Besides, I don't like people living next door. Pick a quiet one."

The girl at the front desk immediately made arrangements and asked Roland to wait for a moment while the servants prepared the room and hot water.

　For much of the Middle Ages, bathing was a popular pursuit. Bathhouses, reminiscent of the Roman baths, were diverse and varied. They were important social venues. Paris boasted dozens of bathhouses, large and small. Some poets even dedicated their works to the practice.

　　
　
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