I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha.

Chapter 130 I can’t know that I lost my skin!
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Roland wiped the sweat from his head and locked the shackles on Miss Hong Ling one by one. When the last shackle was locked, Hong Ling finally calmed down.

Roland breathed a sigh of relief and thought to himself, "There's still strength in numbers. The difference between having servants and not having them is huge."

Roland had expected to fail today and was even prepared to use the rebellious Ballet Ghost. However, the recording process went much more smoothly than he had imagined.

"I finally have a Level 3 Banshee card that will obey."

"If you train all the other minions to level 2, the effect of this card will be very strong."

The Ballet Ghost, the Red Spirit and other twelve servants are the big and small kings in Roland's hands.

The Big Ace is powerful, but difficult to control.

But Xiao Wang can be trained to be very obedient.

I checked the pollution level in the room: 126.

Roland's expression was very strange. The pollution level was a bit too high.

Normally, it should be over 80. Furthermore, with the shepherd's tree sapling inside the house, the pollution level should only be less than 80, not more than 80.

"I can't return to the academy until Brenda and the others complete their mission. Bloodfang Town has been investigating strange events lately. If anyone discovers such a high level of contamination in the house, there will be some trouble."

"It will take a few days to purify."

The book on the table was still shaking slightly. Roland frowned. He tentatively turned the page to the Styx Bible and recited the poem of the goddess Heraclea.

After reciting a few verses of poetry, Roland inexplicably felt that his exhausted spirit had been relaxed, and the restless Book of the Dead had gradually stopped stirring.

When a volume of the Book of Songs was finished, the book fell completely silent, as if the female ghosts living inside had fallen asleep.

Roland rubbed his red eyes and stretched. His body crackled. He forced himself to gather his energy and packed up his things.

I opened the curtains and saw that it was already dawn outside.

After closing the curtains, Roland threw the pebbles burning in the stove into the large bathtub. After the water began to steam, he took off all his clothes and lay down in the bathtub.

“So comfortable”

Before he knew it, Roland fell asleep in the hot water.

In his dream, he was lying in a warm river.

The sky was pitch black, and a star flickered faintly before disappearing.

It was as if someone glanced at this side lightly and then stopped paying attention.

Roland was awakened by hunger. It was still light outside the window, and the water in the tub was cold.

Looking at his pocket watch, Roland discovered that the time was a few minutes earlier than when he fell asleep.

Rubbing his forehead, Roland thought to himself, "No wonder I felt like the sun hadn't risen at all after I slept for a whole day and night."

After going downstairs and having a meal, Roland returned to his room. He took out a piece of parchment and drew a magic mark on it. Then, a few lines of text slowly emerged on it.

It was Brenda's message from yesterday. They waited somewhere in Dahl Town until noon. Seeing that Roland did not respond, they left the meeting point and went on their own mission.

The last text is:

"If you're not dead, tell me. We'll come find you after we're done."

Roland sent them a text message, telling them to notify him after completing the investigation.

Brenda and the others seemed busy and didn't respond. Roland simply became a homebody.

For the next few days, Roland didn't wander around. Aside from eating, he rarely left his room. Whenever he was inside, he would take out the saplings. He tried to keep the pollution down, otherwise he wouldn't dare wander around.

He treated this short period of time as a retreat, and began to study the Book of the Dead, as well as the manuscripts and magic left by the Red Skulls, in depth.

Sally's notebooks contain a lot of necromancy, such as evil spirit possession. She also records how to help ghosts take over corpses and how to help evil spirits take over living people.

The magic of these three people is also very interesting, such as being able to disrupt the facial features, seal the mouth, lock the ears, tie the tongue, and peel the skin.

These were thoroughly researched by Alina and others, and once cast, they were difficult to break. The curse didn't simply alter the skin and flesh, but also blocked the five senses.

Judging from the experimental records in the notebook, these moves are quick to execute and effective. They are very effective against those with little combat experience. If used well, even advanced apprentices will be in a state of panic.

When Roland was experimenting on himself, he accidentally cut off his mouth and nose, and he almost suffocated.

As for the contents of the Book of the Dead, those poems were very interesting. Roland was surprised to find that after studying them for a while, he had gained some abilities in requiem and soothing music.

The scripture of the goddess Heraclea is quite interesting.

A few days later, the pollution level in the room dropped to a safer range, and Roland read the Book of the Dead in its entirety.

The poetry of the Styx seemed to be quite effective. Roland spent his days meditating and reading, practicing magic, and studying poetry. The red spirits and evil spirits had become much calmer.

That night, Roland summoned his ghost servants.

These ghosts were originally selected by Roland from the vicinity of the Black Forest House. He had previously cultivated them with soul essence for a period of time, and now he was cultivating them with soul tears for a period of time.

As of today, they have evolved into 'Level 1 Good Spirits' under the power of the Book of the Dead.

The clothes of these seven ghosts are no longer so blurry. If you look closely, they look a bit like nun uniforms.

"How could they all be nuns? Impossible! How could there be nuns in the Black Forest swamp?"

If they were all female ghosts, Roland could understand why. He had specifically selected them. It wasn't that he had specifically selected a group of female ghosts, but rather that female ghosts were generally stronger than male ghosts.

So the female ghost was within his expectations.

But Roland was a little confused about the nun's uniform.

After collecting the seven ghosts, Roland summoned the evil spirits. They were noticeably more docile and obedient than before. Roland then turned the Book of the Dead to the page about the red spirit.

Miss Hong Ling's clothes were still dark red, but Roland inexplicably felt that her hair was not as dirty anymore.

Moreover, she was very quiet within the pages. Although she would occasionally tug at the chains, she had no intention of breaking out of the pages.

"It seems like everyone is living well."

Roland controlled the red spirit to perform certain actions in the painting according to the contents of the book. Finally, the woman in the painting followed Roland's instructions and actually began to dance.

"Not bad, very good."

Roland's face lit up with joy.

The binding force of the Book of the Dead was already very strong, not to mention that Roland had tattooed her with it.

In addition, Roland's willpower was already very high, and he could barely drive the Red Spirit without the help of books. Therefore, the Red Spirit had been tamed long ago.

She was just making a fuss on the first day, but after being locked up in the book for a day, she didn't resist that much.

During this period, Roland used various methods to please her and comfort her every day.

After adapting to various situations, the ghost girl has become obedient to Master Roland.

Judging from the painting, Hong Ling seemed to be a little hungry. Roland planned to call her out and feed her.

He chanted a spell.

The magic lamp flickered, the room suddenly became cold, and some water stains appeared on the floor inexplicably.

Then, Roland felt a weight sinking on his shoulders.

In the flickering light, Roland looked in the mirror and found that there was an extra person behind him.

"Come down." Roland said with a grim expression.

There was a slight lightness on my shoulder, and a faint shadow appeared in the dark corner of the room.

Whenever the lights were on, there was nothing in the corner. But when the lights suddenly dimmed, one could vaguely see a woman in red standing there quietly.

Roland observed her carefully for a while and found that her body was a little more solid than before. He didn't know whether it was the Book of the Dead that nurtured her soul, or the effect of the Book of Songs.

However, her body is still a little pale, and if you look closely you can see she has no feet.

So Roland took out a bottle of Soul Tears, used his magic wand to stir up a cloud of smoke, and threw it at her.

He chanted a spell to help Hong Ling digest it. After drinking more than half the bottle, Hong Ling's calf gradually took shape.

"Well, the soul is gradually solidifying. After a little more rest and digestion, the outline will be fully revealed."

The effect of Soul Tears is very good. Although Hong Ling has not yet recovered to its peak state, he has no problem fighting.

After sizing up Miss Hong Ling, Roland touched his chin and felt a pang of mischief. "She'd look better with a red veil and embroidered shoes. I'll go back and see if there are any special props or artifacts for soul servants to change her appearance and dress her up."

Putting away the red spirit, Roland took out the parchment.

"It's been a week, and there's still no news?"

I opened it and saw some new text.

We will meet you at (address) in the evening. It would be best if you could deliver your copy of the report to Mr. Dahl yourself, but it's up to you.

The address above was exactly this large bathhouse. After packing up, Roland went downstairs to have dinner. Then he went around the various large bathhouses.

Roland didn't see any powerful characters. Just as he was about to leave, a strange little pond caught his attention.

This was a small, three-meter-square bath, a medicinal bath. The water was a strange color, a deep crimson. It was as if someone had had their aorta cut open while bathing, and a lot of blood had flowed out.

He was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly felt that the pool was getting redder and redder.

At this moment, a woman's face suddenly emerged from the pool. There was no skin on her face!
Roland took a step back in shock when he saw this person suddenly appear in front of him.

Suddenly, he discovered that all the pools around him were abnormal!

What kind of pool is that?

That's a pool of blood!
Skinless people were laughing and chatting in the big bathhouse, and blood was everywhere in the pool, on the walls, on the ground, and on the ceiling.

"Would you like to take a bath together, Bachelor?" the woman in the small pool said with a smile. She seemed to be a low-level apprentice.

Roland suddenly realized that she had skin on her body.

The pool is crystal clear.

I looked around again, but there was no blood.

They are all normal people.

"Something's wrong! Something's wrong! Something's wrong with this town!"

Roland took out the compass, trembling all over. The pollution level on it was: 79.

Suddenly Roland understood everything.

No wonder the pollution level in my room is so high! It's not all due to the red spirit!

But the pollution level in the whole town is very high!
"Bachelor?" The skinless woman in front of him patted Roland's leg in confusion.

But when he blinked again, the man was intact.

The pollution level of the compass in your hand is: 7
There was a loud rumble, and Roland's scalp went numb. He covered his head, stunned for a long time. He confirmed that the pollution level displayed on the compass was 7.

This is a very normal number, as wizards are the source of pollution.

Just then, Roland discovered blood on the compass!

"Maester, are you okay?" The woman climbed out of the clear water and looked at Roland with concern.

Roland looked at her carefully for a long time and asked, "Where's your skin?"

The woman was stunned for a moment, then turned and left.

Then, she was heard shouting outside: "Come here, hurry up! Someone has gone crazy, another crazy one!"

Roland stood there dizzy, looking at the people passing by and muttering to himself, "Am I crazy, or is there something wrong here?"

"Where's your skin? Where's your skin?"

He looked at his hands, at the compass covered in congealed blood and gore, and shouted, "Where's my skin?!"

“Who stole my skin!!!”

For senior apprentice Kayla, recent times have been extremely eventful, and Lord Dahl and the entire White Fang have been extremely busy.

As the person in charge of patrolling the area near the large bathhouse, Miss Kayla had an extremely headache.

There's too much traffic here.

No one knew when, but a madness suddenly broke out in the town of Dal.

And this madness seems to be contagious.

People who are sick always say that they have no skin on their bodies and that everyone has no skin.

A few days ago, it was even in the news!

Those damn academic wizards treated us all as wild wizards and responded with arrogance and prejudice.

Originally, the matter of the madness could be suppressed, but after the news came out, it could no longer be suppressed.

Professor Dahl and his students relied on these businesses in the town to make a living. However, the public opinion caused a serious blow to the entire town's economy.

We can see this from the auction last week.

The entire town was busy for three months, and on the day of the auction, everyone gathered at the auction to take charge of various matters.

Even his mentor's senior apprentice worked as a maid and appraiser.

As a result, after all this effort, the revenue is less than 60% of the usual amount!

Many sponsors expressed their dissatisfaction and said that they would no longer ship goods to the White Fang Association.

The town is now in serious deficit, and all industries are struggling to survive. Even the large bathhouse in which he has invested is about to go out of business.

Keira now only hoped that the Black Abyss wizards would lend a helping hand and investigate the matter quickly. Otherwise, not only herself, but even her mentor would find it difficult to survive.

The White Fang doesn't know much about the occult, but excels at earth magic and werewolf training.

Of all the schools of thought known to the White Fang, the Black Abyss School is the most knowledgeable about the occult. Once upon a time, this school was like a large asylum, where apprentices grew up surrounded by the mysteries.

Even though this school has undergone great changes today, the Black Abyss Wizards are still very proficient in mysticism.

And it's just an investigation, the people who help don't need to be very powerful. Because the White Fang will be able to help.

Just understand the occult.

It is said that in the Black Abyss School, many advanced apprentices who are unable to advance to wizards are more knowledgeable than their mentors.

Therefore, it should be very reliable to leave things to them.

However, the instructor seemed very dissatisfied with the people sent by the Black Abyss wizards this time. He had expected four high-level apprentices to come, but in fact, they were four middle-level apprentices.

One of the apprentices has never shown his face.

What's worse is that since this group of people came, the madness in the town has reached a climax.

What’s even worse is that something seems to have happened to the big bathhouse that he has invested in today!
There was an academic wizard who seemed to have gone mad in the big bath.

Academic wizard. Damn academic wizard. If this matter is not handled properly, it will be on the news!

The apprentices in charge immediately reported the matter to Kayla, who then hurried over.

Soon, Keira hurriedly brought people to the big bath.

After seeing the situation here, Kayla's face suddenly became very ugly.

There's a large crowd of people gathered here!

Are the apprentices in charge here all idiots? Why don't they knock that lunatic down and send him to the break room?
Kayla and the others pushed through the crowd and came to the center. When they saw the scene here, they were suddenly shocked.

The seven or eight apprentices in charge of this place not only tried to subdue the guest, but were all subdued by the guest!

Those apprentices were like faceless men, with their mouths, eyes, and ears fused together under some kind of dark spell.

They grabbed people and shook them wildly as if they were crazy, as if they wanted to ask something.

But they couldn't speak or hear anything. They could only go crazy there.

Even the middle-level apprentice in charge had gone mad. He huddled in a corner, mumbling to himself. His body swayed constantly. His mouth was sealed shut, and his eyes were filled with terror.

"What kind of magic is this? How can it have such a profound effect on a person's mind?"

After asking the people around her, Kayla's expression became very interesting. They were not affected by the mental magic.

They were driven crazy by that man.

The young wizard said only a few words and asked them a question, and then they all went crazy!
Kayla's face was extremely ugly. She looked at the guest in doubt and found that he was a middle-level apprentice who looked very unfamiliar.

She was sure she had never seen this person before because he was so outstanding in appearance.

Judging from her clothes, she still looks like an Alexandra.

There were seven or eight low-level apprentices and one middle-level apprentice. How did he drive such a large group of people crazy?
Just a few words?
Impossible, absolutely impossible.

Even if it was that kind of crazy disease, it couldn't be so contagious.

Keira's eyes grew serious. That boy was no ordinary academic wizard. Alexandra was a noble and a big moneymaker, so it was best not to clash with them.

At least don't get into conflict in public.

The young wizard suddenly looked at Keira, and Keira's eyes twitched. But she heard the young wizard defend himself: "I am helping them! I can't let them listen to nonsense and talk nonsense. I can't let them tell the truth. I can't say it, and you can't listen to it!"

Otherwise it's really gone.
Why are you looking at me like that?
I'm not crazy! I'm really not crazy! "

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