I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha.

Chapter 155 Plague of Light
(6k, secure car)
Roland noticed Catherine observing those people curiously and whispered, "Don't underestimate the baron and his knights. Although their equipment is simple, they are battle-hardened. See those weapons? They're specially made to fight trolls. There's blood on them."

Catherine was slightly stunned. "You said that down-and-out wandering knight was a noble lord? Those crude mercenaries are all his noble knights?"

Roland suddenly realized that this noble young lady, the high and mighty female devil, had never come into contact with the lower class.

Few kings were qualified to see her, let alone the mortal lords in such a remote area.

She didn't understand worldly matters.

After thinking about it, Roland gave an explanation of this untouched witch from the aspects of decoration, clothing, hair, emblem, etc.

He finally said, "As for the little girl, I don't know why these people brought a small vendor with them."

Roland also didn't realize Amber's identity.

Soon he ignored the group and showed off his worldly experiences and interesting stories to Catherine.

Catherine had never imagined that Roland had traveled to so many places and seen so many interesting things with his father, Anthony, when he was a child. Her mouth opened slightly as she listened.

The slightly parted red lips made Roland's heart burn with passion, and he wanted to immediately push the honorable Lady Catherine onto the table and strip her naked.

But he pretended to be a gentleman and hid his evil desires deeply.

Soon, the proprietress and her eldest daughter arrived with a large pile of steaming food. It was very sumptuous.

Baked apples, black pudding—a strange black mess of chopped pig's innards mixed with mashed oats and pig's blood.

Baked pig's bladder - with some green stuff stuffed in it.

The bread that has been left for more than fifteen days can be used to crack walnuts.

In addition, there was a plate of sautéed beans with onions and a large bowl of vegetable soup for soaking bread. However, the vegetable soup had been sitting there for a while. It was yellow and wilted.

It is worth mentioning that these foods basically do not contain any salt.

But the boss thoughtfully cut a large piece of brown and yellow cloth for the two of them - vinegar cloth, which was a rare seasoning.

Catherine looked at Roland blankly: "How much did you give the boss?"

"The boss must have taken out all the good stuff he had in the bottom of the box. Meat is good enough, and vegetables are also hard to come by in this season."

Roland looked at the offal and vegetables and said, "The bread is good. People usually eat mixed grain porridge. It's just that it's been stored for too long. But there's nothing we can do about it. Bread ovens are usually only owned by lords. So people have to travel far and wide to bake bread together on a fixed day every month."

Therefore, freshly baked bread is rare. Usually, it is bread that has been stored for a long time and is only a week old that is considered new."

This table of food is really not very good. But that's how things are in this world.

Compared to the secular world, the wizarding world's diet is closer to modern times. Many wizards don't even eat offal, hooves, claws, or heads.

Although Roland had memories of these "dark dishes," he always felt as if he had never eaten anything like them before.

As for food, he could eat anything. But these dishes had very little salt, let alone spices to remove the fishy smell.

So, basically it’s just boiled offal in plain water, which tastes bland and fishy.

Roland had been living in the forbidden area for a long time, and Catherine had hardly eaten anything in the past few days in order to find Roland.

They all longed for a hot meal of something normal and good.

"Wait for me for a moment."

Roland borrowed the boss's kitchen.

He took out frozen violent bear meat, some dried meat, and bacon, and used some cheap, excess potions as vegetables or spices to make a truly hearty meal.

When these sumptuous dishes were served on the table, the fragrant aroma made Catherine's eyes sparkle.

The guests nearby had strange looks on their faces. To them, the knight had gone to the kitchen empty-handed, only to come out with so many dishes.

This store doesn't have any of these ingredients.

"It's dark wizards." Amber said solemnly, "They are just like demons. They can't eat normal food like us. They can only eat stones, toads, and snakes. So, those foods are transformed from these things."

This wild wizard lady had obviously never seen a 'storage bag'.

After hearing this, the knights gripped their weapons nervously, beads of sweat forming on their foreheads.

Although Amber is very young, everyone seems to respect and trust her very much.

Because she is a witch, the magical witch!

The beautiful woman in the distance was also a witch, but she looked as weak as Amber. If we could take down that knight, we would definitely be able to take down her.

But the wizard disguised as a knight looked very formidable. Judging from his height, back, and the light yet steady gait when he walked, he must be very powerful.

A knight whispered, "Could this plague be related to them?"

Miss Amber shook her head and said, "Crystal Princess Disease is a disease of light. It is a holy disease and the nemesis of evil. It cannot be spread by dark wizards."

"Don't make any noise, and eat quickly." The baron whispered, "There's no murderous aura about them. They must be wizards invited by the king."

Everyone finished their meal in a hurry and then left.

Roland looked at the departing figures with a strange expression on his face. His five senses were very strong, and he had heard their whispers.

"Light sickness?"

Catherine rolled her eyes and said, "Don't listen to their nonsense. That girl is probably a wild wizard. Given the nature of wild wizards, she will definitely go to the king to introduce herself and then go deep into the most polluted areas. If you meet her at the king's place, don't go with her to avoid being implicated."

Roland nodded and said, "Miss Catherine, I haven't mastered the recipe for the 'Shadow Roar' potion. I've already gathered all the ingredients. Could you please help me refine it before you leave?"

Catherine looked at the sky outside the window. It was probably around three in the afternoon.

It was easy for her to make this apprentice-level potion.

If Roland were to figure it out on his own, it would take him several days, and he might not succeed even once.

But if Catherine does it, it will only take half an hour and she will definitely succeed.

She thought about it and decided that it would be around four o'clock when she was done, so it would still be light and she could go back to the palace. So she nodded and agreed.

Roland is different from Catherine.

Roland was a typical man, a pervert. He was the kind of pervert who got mad at the slightest provocation. He'd get really hungry if he didn't eat.

But Catherine was an ascetic woman. She hadn't touched a man for three hundred years, and she had no thoughts of love, living apart from the mundane world.

When the two were together, Roland's mind was filled with Catherine's long legs, beautiful ankles, soft and elastic round and curvy breasts.
He coaxed Catherine out with a very simple purpose - to have sex!
But Miss Catherine was different. Her emotional needs outweighed her sexual needs. She went out with Roland because she wanted to spend more time with him and talk more.

So, if it was only six or seven o'clock when she finished her work, she would definitely leave. After all, the ladies-in-waiting were watching her closely, and she had escaped secretly.

It was already past three o'clock, and she estimated that it would be around four o'clock by the time she finished making the potion.

After dinner, Roland invited Miss Catherine to the room that had been prepared for her upstairs.

This was the best room in the tavern. It contained a simple screen and a large bathtub. Roland cleared the room of debris and set up the alchemy table for Lady Catherine.

Then he took out three sets of materials.

Catherine looked at Roland with a strange expression and said, "Why take out so many? I can succeed in one go. These potions are hard to come by. You can save some for other uses."

Roland said, "My dear Lady Catherine, I believe in your attainments in potion alchemy. But a few more potions means a few more points."

Catherine rolled her eyes, thinking Roland was being too cautious. She thought Roland had a 20% to 30% chance of advancing even without the potion. After taking the Elemental Advancement Potion and Shadow Roar, advancement was a sure thing.

After thinking about it, Catherine used the Holy Grail to ripen all the potions that had not been ripened.

Roland joined in the fun, pouring the most important potion into a broken wine glass.

An hour passed by in the blink of an eye.

Roland then took out his own 'Lucky Crucible (Crucible of Bitter Sleep)' and asked Catherine to use it.

Catherine was also curious about the strange abilities of this crucible, so she used it to make potions.

Throughout the whole process, Roland, the apprentice, was very studious and asked the female mentor many questions.

Teacher Catherine not only gave Roland a detailed explanation, but after making the first potion, she simply let Roland do it while she guided him step by step.

After completing the three potions, the one Catherine personally made was a top-grade potion! The promotion success rate increased by 39%. After taking it, the promotion had a high probability of increasing the ability of shadow characteristics.

Of the two potions Roland made, one was of inferior quality, and the other was of top quality.

The upgrade rate of inferior potions is increased by 16%, and there is a very small chance that shadow properties will be added.

The ultimate potion's promotion rate increased by 47%, guaranteeing a boost in supernatural powers. But it seemed incredibly strange—Catherine frowned as she searched through the book, never having encountered such a situation.

Putting down the documents in her hand, Teacher Catherine looked at the two potions, rubbed her forehead and remained silent for a long time.

If she had a class of students, Roland would definitely be the one who gave the instructor the most headaches.

He can give you a zero on the test this month.

The next month, he suddenly took the exam seriously and scored a perfect score. However, because he ran out of the exam room early, he got into a fight with someone and was forced to stand on the playground to read a self-criticism. Looking at the apprentice in front of her, Witch Catherine felt a little angry.

"You still have quite a few potions on hand. You've already mastered the formulas. Go ahead and make some yourself."

She put away her things, not wanting to lecture him anymore. When she looked up, she found it was already pitch black outside.

Standing at the window and looking out, it seemed that there was heavy fog outside.

As Roland packed his things in the room, he said, "If you don't have anything urgent, don't rush so late. I'll go get another room. Yes, I have some of Bai Qi's apprentice's belongings. Please help me take a look at them tomorrow and take them back with me."

Catherine sighed. Leaving so late, the palace would be closed. If she rushed in, the ladies-in-waiting would likely notice her sneaking out. So she nodded and said, "Okay, let's leave tomorrow."

Roland said, "You go to sleep. I'll go get another room downstairs. If there's none, we can just squeeze into one."

Teacher Catherine raised her eyebrows and wanted to say something, but before she could open her mouth, the apprentice Roland left.

She waited and waited in the room, her heart pounding. She thought about all sorts of things for a long time. But he never came back.

She had thought Roland would come back for a chat or something, but after checking in, he never came back. This made her feel really bad.

At this moment, the door suddenly opened. Roland walked in with a small cup of hot water. "Miss Catherine, I just went to boil some hot water. I thought you hadn't showered since coming out of the forbidden area. Take a good shower before going to bed."

Catherine suddenly felt warm in her heart and said, "Thank you, Mr. Roland."

He slowly poured the cup of hot water into the tub. After filling it up, he pulled out a potion from his bosom and poured it in. "This is a potion I specially concocted after escaping the desert. It can dispel dead air. I've also added some 'snow cinnamon' to it, which is good for your skin."

The room was immediately filled with a refreshing fragrance. Teacher Catherine felt the water temperature and expressed her gratitude very subtly.

Mr. Roland also said very gentlemanly that you're welcome.

Then, he said in a rude tone: "This is just one bottle of potion. When you are done washing, don't pour out the water. I want to wash too."

Lady Catherine blushed slightly and nodded.

After washing up, Catherine changed into clean, casual clothes and combed and dried her hair. After waiting for a long time, Roland didn't come in to get water. So she stole a peek and found him in the snowy forest outside the tavern, shirtless, warming up with swordplay and doing squats.

"You're really diligent."

Catherine sighed and couldn't help but secretly take a few more glances. Roland's muscular upper body and perfect abdominal muscles made her blush and her heart beat fast.

After taking a sip secretly, Catherine lay on her side on the bed, calmed her mind and entered into meditation.

A moment later, she heard Roland enter the room. She opened her eyes and said to the person behind her, "I threw in a fire elemental magic stone. You should wash it too."

She heard Roland respond, and then she heard the rustling sound of someone taking off clothes.

Lady Catherine turned around in astonishment and saw a shadow entering the large bathtub behind the screen.

"Why don't you take the tub back to your room and wash?"

Roland, who was behind the screen, breathed a sigh of relief and said, "After we finished our meal this afternoon, several caravans arrived. The tavern is already full. Don't worry, I'm just borrowing this place to take a shower. I asked the owner to reserve a seat for me by the fire pit downstairs."

Catherine asked, "Where did the caravan come from?"

Roland said, "I don't know. I'll ask when I go downstairs."

Catherine was silent for a moment, then said, "Don't go, lest they come from the epidemic area. Although we have the potion, it's still better to be careful. Let's squeeze together and you sleep on the floor."

Roland thought for a moment and said, "Master, you are indeed very thoughtful. Let's do the same as before tonight."

Roland called out "Master Mentor," and Catherine recalled the time when they lived together. A wave of tenderness welled up in her heart.

They chatted for a while longer, and then Catherine closed her eyes, but she couldn't fall asleep.

After a long while, she heard the sound of someone getting dressed behind her and quietly looked at Roland from a distance. Then her face flushed and her heart beat fast again.

She secretly asked: "Why are you not wearing a shirt?"

Suddenly, Catherine saw the clothes she had taken off and placed them on the chair, having forgotten to put them away.

Roland seemed to have seen it too. He walked over, picked up Catherine's clothes, and then sniffed them fiercely.

Catherine's eyes widened.

This stinky gangster!
What is he doing!
Catherine was shocked, angry, and ashamed, her heart pounding. Seeing Roland turn around and look at her with a smile, she quickly closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.

She was annoyed and said in her heart: "He had already discovered that I was peeking at him, he did it on purpose!"

This scumbag!
Act like a hooligan in front of others!
Invasion!

Naked violation!

Miss Catherine was extremely nervous now, not knowing what that rascal was trying to do.

A moment later, she heard the sound of slapping the quilt behind her, as if Roland was sleeping on the floor.

She heard Roland say, "Rest early, Master."

Catherine secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but she felt a little uncomfortable in her heart.

They are no longer a master-disciple relationship, yet you still call him mentor.

Besides, am I really that unattractive?

After a while, she heard a snoring sound coming from the ground, which made her even more annoyed.

She tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep, and wanted to get out of bed, kick him, and step on his face!
Then tell him to stop snoring, it makes people unable to sleep!

Catherine suddenly felt something was wrong as she was lost in thought. Suddenly, she felt a warm breath on her head. She opened her eyes abruptly and saw a face that looked like it was smiling and asking for a beating.

It turned out that the guy had been pretending to be asleep and was snoring on purpose to disturb himself!

I was distracted just now and didn't know how long he had been leaning against the bed quietly.

A large hand reached under the quilt. Catherine raised her eyebrows and grabbed the filthy hand. She angrily shouted, "What are you doing? Go back to your bed."

Roland smiled and said, "Master Mentor, don't be angry. I see you're tossing and turning and can't fall asleep, and you're disturbing me too. I'll take a little loss and coax you to sleep first, and then I'll go to sleep."

Catherine was both embarrassed and angry: "It was you who kept me awake, and you're accusing me of disturbing you. Take your hand away!"

Roland's movements did not stop, but became more and more aggressive.

It's no wonder Ying Tao scolded them, these two were playing with flowers. Every time there was a new feeling.

He said, "Don't get me wrong. I thought you just took a shower and might not have wiped yourself clean. Let me wipe it for you. Look, it's wet."

Catherine was so embarrassed that she wanted to slap him in anger, but he kissed her roughly and she had to swallow the scolding she wanted to say.

Next, the noble witch was held in the arms of this despicable little apprentice and allowed to be kneaded as she pleased.

By the time she came to her senses, her clothes were gone. Roland was becoming increasingly dishonest. His words were becoming increasingly shameless and vulgar.

Y thief!
The more shy and angry she was, the more Roland liked her and the more excited he became. She was so angry that she kept calling Roland vulgar.

But she said one thing and said another.

The more embarrassed and angry she felt, the faster her heart pounded.

In a daze, Catherine was already being held on the floor.

Catherine: "What are you doing? Why aren't you in bed?"

Roland said, "That bed is not firm. This is softer, better than that hard bed."

Wow, so this is why he slept on the floor!
An indescribable process
Roland: "Master Instructor, please keep your voice down. This shabby room is not well soundproofed."

Catherine was angry: "Don't keep calling me mentor, I'm your senior!"

The two had been together since they left the ruins. No, it wasn't a master-apprentice relationship at all. What kind of mentor could a senior apprentice have? She had previously represented the academy and mentored the younger students, but now that Roland was an apprentice at the Tower, they were more like colleagues.

Roland said, "Revisit your past memories and keep a straight face. I like your cold expression."

Suddenly, she realized something and asked, "You shameless bastard, have you been wanting to do this to me for a long time?!"

Roland didn't answer but asked, "You guessed right. You will be my mentor for a while, and then my senior. After that, we will go through the review process and I will interrogate you."

"Interrogate me? How dare you. Haahahaha"

Catherine bit Roland's shoulder in a daze, biting harder and harder.

That night, the proprietress who lived downstairs also did not sleep well.

The ceiling is always covered in dust, making a ping-pong noise. It seems that the room upstairs needs some renovation.

That morning, a paper eagle and a paper raven flew in from the window, landing on the two of them one after another. Then, they started talking noisily.

After hearing this, they were both horrified.

ps: Why is there no one voting for recommendation?

(End of this chapter)