I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha.

Chapter 149 Stubborn Donkey 6K
"That's enough." Roland stood up, took the towel from Joan, soaked it in the boiling water, and then wiped his whole body.

Then he fished out a pair of loose trousers from the water, shook them vigorously in the cave a few times, and they were dry.

After putting it on, Roland asked the person next to him again, and then started to wipe it with a towel.

As he wiped himself, he said to Joan beside him, "You've been so annoying, so I put you in my bag. That way, I can fly faster. Queen Helaka was very kind. Queen Helaka blessed me, and I found the east side that wasn't completely covered by the desert. I rushed out in time."

His muscles were as solid as if they were cut by a knife, his inverted triangle waist was like a cheetah, and his strong back and arms were like a tiger.

The broad shadow cast on Joan's blushing face made her heart beat wildly.

She decided not to reveal her gender.

Otherwise, tonight would be too embarrassing.

Well, let him think that he is a good brother. It is so cold tonight. It is reasonable for good brothers to sleep with each other under the same quilt, right?

"Hey, did you hear that?" Roland turned around and looked at Joan with a frown.

"Oh, I heard it." Qiong lowered her head in panic.

She didn't hear what Roland had just said, because she didn't take a single word in. She didn't care how Roland had managed to get her out of the embrace of the goddess Heraclea.

She didn't even care whether the goddess Heraka would take her away again.

Because none of this matters anymore.

There once was a man who snatched himself from the arms of death. That was enough.

A towel was thrown into Joan's hand. She was stunned for a moment, then looked up and saw that Roland had put on his clothes at some point and was flushing the cave with water.

"Hurry up, wash quickly." Roland urged while busying himself, "I'm starving, big brother. Can you stop dawdling?"

He didn't hear Joan speak for a long time, so he frowned and looked over. He found Joan blushing, lowering her head and not saying a word, her hands twisting the towel unconsciously.

Roland squatted in front of Joan with some confusion and asked, "Are you okay? What happened to you? Are you feeling unwell? Or did you dream about something while I was crossing the desert?"

Joan looked up at Roland's gentle face, and a strange feeling came over her. She smiled gently and said, "I'm fine."

After a pause, she pursed her lips and said, "Roland, thank you."

Roland stood up, draped the towel over his shoulders, and chuckled, "Don't be so quick to thank me. You'll have your day later. I love getting into trouble, and I'll definitely come to your door often and drag you into trouble. If you want to run away then, you won't be able to."

Qiong shook her head and smiled, "If you come, I will run twenty miles to meet you."

"Stop talking nonsense and wash yourself quickly. It stinks."

Roland knew this sissy was shy and might be a little uncomfortable in the cave. But the snow outside was heavy. And the stench of the cave hadn't been cleared yet. She scrubbed herself and ran out. After she finished scrubbing, she came back to work. They were grown men, so why were they so pretentious?

When Joan heard what Roland said, she began to take off her clothes.

It's really not pretentious at all.

After Roland had washed the last spot, he looked back. He was stunned for a long time, then his eyes went dark, his foot slipped, and he almost stepped on a rock and fell to the ground.

This is an athletic girl who is good at swordsmanship.

She had a very slim and tight figure, and as she slowly wiped her body while facing Roland, her exquisite curves were faintly visible on her chest.

On the back and chest, there were still faint traces of being tied up for many years.

On the big rock next to her was a bra binder, the kind often used by female knights.

Those 1.8-meter-long legs are captivating.

"Hey, brother, our dinner seems to be buried in the snow. I'll go outside to take a look." Roland pretended that he saw nothing and strode out of the cave.

Qiong replied calmly, "Yeah."

A long time later, Roland dragged the bear back to the cave. By then, Joan had finished her work long ago. She was dressed neatly in a neat suit, with the curves of her chest faintly visible under her sweater.

She didn't wear the bra again.

The cave seemed to have been tidied up by Joan again. The potion she had mixed in the pot was more effective than Roland's, emitting a pleasant fragrance.

The two men said nothing as they used magic to peel off the bear skin, grilled the plump bear paws and large steaks on the campfire, and delicious fat flowed out.

Joan was fine; for her, thirty or so hours passed in the blink of an eye. She didn't metabolize in between, so she wasn't that hungry.

Roland was starving, and he ate fast and a lot.

He wolfed down more than ten pounds of meat and drank a bottle of wine, and only then did he feel better.

Joan was used to eating with big mouthfuls of food. She didn't look like a delicate witch from a noble family, but rather like a bold female knight.

After noticing Roland's gaze, her face flushed slightly, and she slowed down her movements, becoming more delicate.

This time Roland didn't dare to say a word.

He brushed his teeth at the cave entrance, came back, used a spell to preserve the ungrilled food, and put it in a bag.

Then he used a spell to process the bearskin, and then used magic to wash and dry the bearskin.

Looking at the soft and thick fur on it, Roland couldn't help but sigh for a long time.

"What a fine bear hide! I never hunted such a large and fine bear before in Valeria. It will surely be warm for sleeping."

He started to laugh and said to Joan as usual, "We are blessed tonight. I'll spread the bedding we brought on top of it later. Ahem."

Roland stopped talking abruptly. He cleared a space on the outside of the cave and laid out the bearskin blankets.

When he looked back, he saw Joan standing there with her chin resting, looking at him with tender eyes.

Seeing Roland looking at her, Joan's eyes smiled like crescent moons.

Roland sighed secretly and said softly, "I only made this bear skin temporarily. It has a fishy smell, so I won't give it to you. Did you bring your sleeping bag?"

"Yeah." Joan nodded.

Roland said, "Okay, I'll sleep on this side of the cave entrance. The walls on your side are cleaner and safer than here. Let's all get some rest early, as we have to travel tomorrow."

"kindness."

Joan responded, then packed up her things and then took some more things and went outside the cave.

Roland took off his robes, leather armor, and boots, then covered himself with the quilt and cloak. "It's cold, but quite soft."

Faintly, Roland saw the crystal ball next to the pillow light up slightly.

He picked it up and took a look, but found nothing unusual.

It seemed like someone was trying to contact me just now.

This is the Holy Mountain. Once you enter, you're halfway in the outside world, half in the End World. Time, space, and destiny are all in turmoil.

Communication, remote viewing, and divination are all ineffective here.

How could anyone make their crystal ball light up?

Roland thought about it and decided to contact the people who participated in the trial. As expected, he was unsuccessful in contacting them.

There was no writing on the parchment either.

Shaking his head, Roland put down the crystal ball and prepared to go back to sleep.

Suddenly, he picked up the crystal ball again and contacted a person who should not have entered the forbidden area.

Still no contact.

"No, you wouldn't be such an idiot as to come to me."

Having said that, Roland placed the crystal ball next to the pillow.

Joan seemed to be brushing her teeth outside the cave entrance. The wizards' toothbrushes were different from the ones Roland knew. They were made from a strange plant specially cultivated for this purpose. It was also a kind of magic potion.

It can clean your teeth very well without toothpaste.

In the secular world, there was no such thing. Only the nobility could afford to rub their teeth with salt or spices. A single look at their teeth revealed a person's social status. Commoners, and even many ordinary nobles, had yellow, uneven teeth.

But wizards live a very modern life. Not only do they have the habit of cleaning their mouths, they even have plastic surgery.

While Roland was daydreaming, he saw a shadow squatting at the cave entrance, and then heard a hissing sound of flowing water coming from the cave entrance.

He quickly turned his back.

A moment later, Roland heard soft footsteps behind him.

Joan came up from his feet to the front of him and put some wood on the campfire. Then Roland heard the rustling sound of people taking off clothes.

Immediately afterwards, his quilt was gently lifted, and then, there was another person in Roland's arms!

Roland's eyes widened.

Joan rubbed the pillow in front of Roland's forehead and said to him with a smile, "It's too cold. Let's squeeze together. Yes, it's really soft and warm."

A pair of cold hands reached from Roland's lower abdomen into his shirt. Joan finally fulfilled her first small wish—to feel those eight-pack abs and the fish-man line.

Joan's fiery gaze made Roland's heart suddenly pound again. He took a deep breath, reached out and pulled Joan's hand away from his clothes, and said, "Joan, can we still be good brothers?"

Joan put her hand into Roland's clothes again and said confidently, "You don't have any improper thoughts about your good brother, do you?"

Roland was slightly stunned, and was choked by June's logic and couldn't speak for a long time.

Qiong said: "After you go out, don't tell anyone that I am a woman~"

Roland nodded slightly and asked, "Why are you pretending to be a man?"

Qiong rolled her eyes, speechless: "You really don't care about your good brother. Lance clearly told you, didn't he?"

Roland suddenly remembered the matter of that organization.

Joan then told Roland the details.

Joan's family once served the goddess Heraclea. Their dedication to their work was inexplicably angered by the goddess. From that point on, every witch in the family was doomed to die on their 25th birthday.

Joan also told Roland some weird stories about her former sisters - how they died, it was like the Grim Reaper had come!

Unfortunately, there are very few descendants in this line of the family. She is her father's only child and the only direct descendant of the family.

When Joan was born, her father and mother were already official wizards, and it was difficult for wizards to have children after becoming official wizards.

In order to preserve this bloodline and maintain the inheritance of their own lineage, Joan's parents began making preparations from the day they became pregnant.

Joan has always believed herself to be a boy. In order to make her look more like a boy, her parents made her practice swordsmanship.

But she has a strong feminine charm. So even though she was raised as a boy, XP firmly follows her chromosomes and is attracted to boys.

When she was young, Joan was troubled for a long time because she didn't like girls and liked boys.

It was not until she had her first period that her parents quietly told her the truth and she learned about her situation.

So, Joan is actually 25 this year, not 26. She hid it from everyone and celebrated her birthday.

Roland asked, "So what are you going to do next? Are you going to keep running away?"

Joan said, "Perhaps it will be better after I turn 25. Someone in my family once escaped this disaster, and Goddess Heraka didn't pursue it. But I heard that she later died in the war between the major factions. I'm talking about the Western Territory. We haven't seen war here in many years. Our lineage fled here because of war."

It sounds like the goddess Heraclea has a strange temper. She will take people in for no apparent reason, but if they escape her grasp, she will let them go.

Joan said, "Maybe I can live past thirty."

Roland said, "You will live a long life, Joan."

June met Roland's eyes.

Roland avoided her gaze and changed the subject: "I won't tell anyone your identity, June. Perhaps if I don't know much, Goddess Heraka won't blame me. But how will your family continue in the future?"

Joan said, "Although I am living as a man, I can like men. And then, we will have an 'adopted son' who looks a lot like us and will inherit everything we have."

Joan looked at Roland and stopped talking.

She obviously hoped that man was Roland.

Roland didn't respond. He changed the subject: "Every family has its own problems."

Qiong smiled again and said, "Of course, I can also marry a woman. But I have problems with that aspect, so I have to adopt a son and pass on the family line. This son can be adopted from a relative, and that will also be the bloodline of our family."

Roland's curiosity was satisfied. He sighed again and said, "My dear brother, won't you be single forever?"

Qiong Moyuan felt a little annoyed and pinched Roland's waist. "Roland, it's only half a day's journey from here to the summit of the Holy Mountain. The Eastern Territory will be in chaos again. If we part tomorrow, I'm afraid we won't be able to see each other again."

When Joan pinched Roland's waist, he wanted to take Joan's hand away. After hearing this, he sighed secretly: "The road is ruthless, my old friend. Once we say goodbye, and when we look back, we can no longer see the figure we once were."

Joan stared blankly at Roland's handsome face.

Her eyes are very clear.

Along the way, the two experienced a lot of things together. In Joan's heart, she had already made an evaluation of this knight and elder brother who had saved her many times: devilish means but an angel's heart.

Joan had never been in contact with men and had no emotional experience. She had a one-sided crush on Prince Charles, who had status, good looks, and power.

But her true love wasn't Charles, but her fantasy of a "hero." This fantasy forced her to overlook Charles's many flaws. Her unrequited love wasn't for Charles at all, but for a fictional hero.

Now, this virtual hero appeared before her eyes vividly.

She suddenly understood what kind of man is a real man.

Prince Charles and Roland are two different kinds of people: one is a hypocrite, the other is a true hero.

It can be said that one meeting with Yang Guo ruined one's life.

As for Roland, after coming to this world, he really acted like Yang Guo.

He had an 'aunt' who introduced him to the profession.

He had already misled many people. Helena, the junior sister who never took the initiative, began to write poems for Roland after meeting him.

After Keira met Roland, she gradually turned away from prostitution and began to live a clean life.

As for Joan, she felt that she would never fall in love with anyone else in her life.

Unfortunately, Roland's heart has been occupied by the 'aunt' who pushed him hard in the ruins.

As for other people, if you only meet once, it would be difficult for you to suddenly become passionate about each other.

Qiong wanted to get into Roland's arms, but Roland's arm was blocking her way: "Good brother, it's so cold, let's sleep together."

Roland didn't even open his eyes: "Good brothers don't sleep together."

Joan said: "Only good brothers sleep together in each other's arms."

"There's no good brother who can sleep in each other's arms." Roland rubbed his eyes and turned around tiredly.

Joan hugged Roland's back willfully, her chest pressed tightly against his back.

The hot, fragrant breath sprayed on the back of Roland's neck. He didn't look back, but he could feel June's hot, pounding heart.

After a moment, as if making up her mind, her playful hands reached out to Roland's waist, abdomen, and chest, scratching and tickling him. She pretended to be playful, but her whole body was shaking.

After a while, the big man didn't respond at all. Qiong frowned and looked up, only to find that the guy was snoring softly.

"Idiot! Idiot!" Joan cursed fiercely in her heart, turned around and fell asleep in anger.

After a long time, Roland opened his eyes. He looked at the crystal ball beside his pillow and sighed deeply.

Outside the cave, snow was falling heavily, and Roland looked outside, feeling upset.

Joan had previously said that the White Council would organize manpower and carry out rescue work. Roland didn't believe it because the risk was too great.

But there was indeed a group of wizards from the White School who found ways to get in.

Roland, the apprentice, can cross the desert by relying on his blood skin, but a formal wizard also has tricks to cross the desert.

Madness of the Holy Mountain
The shadow of a strange snake appeared out of thin air on the top of the mountain with seven or eight wizards, and then it asked the wizards some riddles.

It seemed to be a beauty snake. If you guessed the riddle it gave, the result would definitely come true.

After a long time, the snake disappeared, and each wizard gained different powers. Then, many wizards left, and soon only the leader and deputy leader were left.

The leader was a fiery wizard. He looked at his deputy and said, "Miss Kira, I'm afraid we'll have to work together again this time. Also, His Majesty has ordered that Prince Charles be found, alive or dead. We, the subordinates, will have to work hard and do our best."

The wizard seemed reluctant.

The witch said coldly, "With the power of the Black Abyss's serpent's puzzle and the secrets the Alexandra family handed down to the Council, I could risk a trip to the desert. But that idiot is the only official wizard here. If he had followed Bruce's original plan and dispersed, how could things have come to this?
But he insisted on organizing a group to hunt down the Twilight Wizard, and ended up seeking his own death. He should have shouldered the heavy responsibility of interfering with the arrival of the God's servants. As a result, so many new generations fell into such a predicament. Isn't your little nephew with Charles? You go if you want to go.

Anger flashed across the wizard's face as he said, "My nephew is dead, and most likely Charles as well. It's better if he's dead; at least we can say he died in battle, not from stupidity. This will also save the family's reputation. However, if we can find any relics, we should look for them. It will also be an explanation to His Majesty. He also had a lot of treasures on him, and it's a pity to leave them all here."

The two men discussed it for a while, and then the wizard turned into flames and left.

The witch first took out the crystal ball and tried to contact it, but the crystal ball did not respond at all.

Then she took out a strand of 'black hair', and no one knew when she had secretly cut it off.

She used the hair to perform a remote viewing, but she also saw nothing. Finally, she performed a divination.

The witch looked extremely strange at the result. Then, instead of following the assigned route, she used the secret technique of the Black Abyss to transform into a puppet and fly into the desert.

She spread out her divine sense, searching everywhere, circling madly in the desert.

There are no wreckage left in the desert, no lonely dancing puppets, and no strange red leather.

She already had more than twenty storage bags hanging around her waist, but none of them contained what she was looking for.

She was certain, absolutely certain, that he had entered the forbidden area near the southernmost Coral Tree. To leave, he had to cross the desert. With the Blood Skin and the Ballet Ghost in his hands, he might not be unable to escape the desert. So, he had to enter the desert!
Finally, exhausted, she fell from the madly dancing clouds into the desert.

After a long time, the puppet-like witch stood up again and flew into the sky.

This time, she headed northwest. That was where the Magic Chess Club was based. There were potions there. If that stubborn donkey was still alive, he would definitely go there.

(End of this chapter)