I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha.

Chapter 184 Where’s my name? Where did I lose my name?!

The young master looked at old John, and old John looked at the young master. Both of them felt that something was wrong, but they couldn't figure out what it was.

Scratching his head, the young master said again: "Don't spread it around!"

The young master was afraid that his tutor would find out about the mess he had caused.

Old John said, "Oh, my lord. How dare I tell anyone? Even if I did, someone would have to believe it!"

If I tell others and they don't believe me and think I'm crazy, that's good! If someone believes me and forces me to bring them here to see it, then I'm really asking for trouble! I know that trouble comes from the mouth. Even if you didn't tell me this, I have to keep my mouth shut for the sake of my family's lives.

Old John was a smart man. He knew that if this matter got out, even if the young master didn't cause trouble for him, he would be in trouble because of the trouble he had caused.

To be honest, Old John has been a very good guide and assistant in today's expedition.

The young master rewarded him with a gold dragon.

He only gave one gold royal not because he was stingy, but because he knew the value of the gold coin.

The 'price' of this gold coin is enough to pay for the guide's fee this time.

He also had a trick up his sleeve: he wanted Old John to bring him food. If he gave him too much money at once, Old John might move away. Who would then bring him food?
Many common people never see a gold coin in their entire lives, and the number of times they touch a silver coin can be counted on two hands.

Many villagers in the countryside have rarely used even large copper coins, and they all rely on barter.

Old John is over fifty years old this year. He once ran a small grocery store and performed exorcism for small nobles. He is considered a decent man who is doing well.

But he had only seen gold coins a few times.

On one occasion, he saved the life of a nobleman and was rewarded with a gold coin, which he still keeps hidden at home.

To be honest, a gold coin is only worth a little over twenty silver coins, but you can't exchange more than twenty silver coins for a gold coin. There are too few of these coins circulating in the market.

Old John knew that what the young master had given him was a good cow, a cow that could turn the poor people in the village into rich farmers.

But when he saw the young master take out the gold coin, he did not show any joy.

He hesitated for a long time and asked cautiously, "Master, is my silver deer real?"

Today, the young master lost so many silver coins in the church, probably about 10,000 of them. Old John thought they were all fake money and an illusion.

The young master rolled his eyes secretly and said, "Don't worry, what I give you is real - didn't you see what happened in the church? Fake money will disappear soon after leaving my hands. If yours was fake, it would have been gone long ago."

Of course, he was trying to fool Old John, because the money he threw was real. But if he said it was real money, Old John might not believe it.

At this moment, Old John happily took the gold coin, bit it with his big yellow teeth, and was immediately overjoyed: "Master, you are so generous!"

The young master patted Old John on the shoulder and said, "I'm going to live here permanently from now on. You're familiar with this road. Can you come a few times a month and bring me some food?"

Old John's face turned pale with fear. He waved his hands hastily and said, "Master, please forgive me. There's a very prosperous town about thirty kilometers away. With your magical powers, you can get there in the blink of an eye."

Before he could finish his words, the young master raised a finger and said, "I'll give you a gold coin this big every month - just for travel expenses."

Old John straightened up.

This journey is dangerous, and he plans to never come here again.

No matter how many silver deer you give me, I won’t come!
But the master gave too much!
This master is so powerful that those evil creatures can't escape from this town. Others don't dare to come, but we dare to come!

Old John said, "Don't worry, sir! I'm the fastest and best way to go this way. I'm a grocer, and I promise to deliver fresh vegetables, fresh meat, and the best wine to you on time."

The young master nodded and said, "I'm not asking you to give these things for free. I'll buy them from you. Also, if you have any freshly baked bread, I'll give you a reward!"

Old John beamed. The money from selling the goods alone was enough to support him making several trips here each month. It was indeed inconvenient for the young master to be guarding the seal here alone. Old John decided to come more often each month.

Anyway, the young master was now a typical nouveau riche. After receiving eight thousand gold and eighty thousand silver from Alfonso, he began to spend money everywhere.

He spent a lot of money on the way to Straw Town.

Of course, even if all of it was added together, it wouldn't be as much as he had spent today. But up to now, he had only used up one tenth of the total value.

Old John asked, "Master, are you really the lord here?"

The young master looked at the faint fire in the direction of the distant town and sighed, "Yes, I originally wanted to recruit some villagers. But now, I can only take care of the dead here."

Old John gave a thumbs-up and said, "Master, you are a true wizard. You are truly remarkable. I'm so proud to ask you your name."

The young master was a nobleman, and since he didn't mention his name, how could Old John dare to ask him?

Along the way, the young master never mentioned his own name!
He didn't even mention his last name!

Old John, of course, didn't know.

The young master certainly knew that he had never mentioned his name to old John.

So he smiled and said, "My name is... My name is..."

After patting his forehead, the young master finally remembered his name: "My name is Young Master."

Old John suddenly understood and said, "Master, your name is really strange."

and many more!

The two of them suddenly looked at each other and their faces turned pale.

With a loud slap, the young master slapped himself. He beat his chest and stamped his feet, saying, "It's bad! It's bad!

We were so busy running that we forgot to leave our names at the church!"

He suddenly looked at Old John and asked, "Old John, are you called Old John? Or did I give you that name later?"

Old John felt as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer. His body swayed, his face turned pale, and he unconsciously took two steps back.

He stood there thinking for a long time, but couldn't figure out whether his name was John.

He hurriedly ran to the carriage and rummaged through the things for a long time before he heaving a sigh of relief.

"Thank goodness I can read, sir, don't frighten me! My name is John, and I haven't lost it! If I had, your name would have vanished from the book!"

The young master then remembered that this had happened.

A name represents identity and symbolizes a sense of existence.

Once disappeared, there is no trace of the person.

His body shook violently, and after searching through his belongings for a long time, he discovered that not only were his various signatures gone, but he could no longer control many of the special items that he had imprinted his spiritual mark on. The few special items that could be used were also very difficult to use.

"It's over! It's over!"

"what 's wrong!"

"How come it's like this again? Your name is not lost, but mine is!"

“How did I win the jackpot again?!”

The young master beat his chest and stamped his feet.

The Straw Church is in such a state now that he doesn't even have a single rare item with him. It will be much more difficult for him to go there!
But this has to go!
Old John hurriedly grabbed the master and said, "Master, please don't be anxious. I think we need to think about this matter carefully. I saw you talking to that mirror all the time. Did you put your name in that mirror?"

With a loud bang, the young master was struck by lightning.

That mirror was crawling with straw out of it!

Isn’t it dangerous to look in the mirror?

If I really throw my name into the mirror, then what's the point of going there?
Old John continued with a pale face: "Master, I know you have great powers, but you'd better not go. Most people are gone without their names, but I see that you are fine." The young master waved his hand and said: "That's not the logic. 'Losing your name' is different from 'suffering'. What disappears is 'identity and sense of existence', not 'destiny line'. Those people you think are gone are actually still alive, but you have ignored them.
You go first, I have to go look through the books and think of some solutions."

As he spoke, the young master walked towards the dilapidated tower with leaks everywhere. Old John shouted from behind, "Master, I will bring you food tomorrow!"

The young master waved his hand and entered the dilapidated tower.

A light rain began to fall from the sky. In the vast plain, the abandoned tower stood alone like a lighthouse on the sea.

Through the gap in the collapsed wall of the tower, you can see a person slowly walking up the stone steps.

The stone steps beneath his feet were blocks of square stone extending from the wall, spiraling upward along the inner wall of the tower. Several stone steps ahead had broken off, so he leaped forward and landed on the upper stone steps to continue walking.

Looking down, the tower's interior was hollow, like a chimney. On the lower wall, you could see several three-meter-wide circular terraces. They were made of wood and were nearly rotten.

Looking down further, you can see a lot of construction waste.

Looking up, you can see a stone roof with a square wooden board on it.

He walked up the stairs to the top of the stone building, reached out and pushed open the wooden board above his head, and reached the top floor.

This place is suitable for living, it's about 100 square meters.

The pointed dome and walls of the tower above had collapsed a lot, and there were rubble and debris everywhere.

A light rain fell from the gap between the wall and the dome, and it was raining in half of the room.

The rain poured on the debris, forming small streams, which then flowed to the collapsed wall and flowed out of the tower like a small waterfall.

"Not bad, not bad!" He stood in a gap, looking at the heavy rain outside and said with a smile: "Half of this room can be used as a shelter from the rain!"

Take another look at those miscellaneous items, they are all good things!
There are many astronomical devices! If they are repaired, they can be used to observe the sky and perform divination.

There are still many broken bookshelves on the walls and many broken furniture in the house.

"These rotten bookshelves and furniture are made of high-quality wood. Although they are rotten and have lost their shape, they can be restored to their original appearance after repair!
Besides, the previous owner of this place has already helped me with the interior design! I don’t have to waste time worrying about the interior layout.”

He is satisfied.

He took out the Book of the Dead and summoned seven ghost nuns, intending to ask them to help clean up the tower.

After summoning it, he regretted it.

Without a name, the Book of the Dead has no binding force on the ghost servants!

So, I can’t control them!
Sure enough, after the ghost nuns appeared, they all looked at him with very unfamiliar eyes. But although the nuns' eyes showed great vigilance, they did not attack him, and there was a hint of fear in their eyes.

He read the nuns' emotions from their eyes—who was this man? Why did he have the master's book? Was he a kidnapper or a robber?
He gave the nuns a command in ancient Bahasa Indonesian, but the command was ineffective. The nuns struggled for half a second, and then got busy very reluctantly.

They looked like a group of maids who were kidnapped and had to obey the orders of the master!
He was somewhat surprised by the nuns' obedience.

As if by some strange coincidence, he took out the Book of Alayeh, intending to check his current state, but he came across this historical record.

[Empress Helaka's 666+1]

[Straw Palace. Yama King Title +1]

[Title Rank: King]

When he saw this, his eyes suddenly widened.

"Mrs. Helaka actually gave me a title?!"

"But, in this world, does there exist an official position called the King of Hell?"

After thinking about it, he guessed what was going on.

When he was bragging to the scarecrows in the hall before, he said that he was the King of Hell.

When Queen Helaka heard this, she created a title called "King Yama" and conferred it on herself!
"Hahahaha!"

"Mrs. Helaka does understand!"

"It's actually the prince?!"

“I’m awesome!”

After turning to the next page, he was surprised to find that there was more content behind it.

[Location of fief: 'Styx River, Kaoshantun River Mouth']

【Total area: two mu.】

His face was filled with ecstasy: "There's even a fiefdom! I'm really taking off!"

"and many more!"

"Kaoshantun?"

"Two acres of land?"

"I am the prince! The prince!"

"Don't be so insulting!"

Two acres of land is just a small temple with a yard.

In other words, our Lord Yama of the River Styx is actually just a small land god.

But on the other hand, the reward given by Queen Helaka is not bad either!

He built a church for Him in the world of the living, and she gave herself a big villa in the underworld.

Give it to peach and give it to Li.

Moreover, this title seems to have a story behind it.

He couldn't help but look again at the nuns who were cleaning up the debris.

"Miss, can you let me see what you are wearing underneath your clothes?"

He has always been very curious about this matter. Are the nuns' uniforms grown on their bodies, or are they just clothes?

He had tried various ways to communicate with the ghost ladies before, but they seemed to be deaf and stupid and ignored him.

As a wizard, he was very inquisitive, so he also tried to see for himself.

But every time he made similar moves before, the nuns would drift away and ignore him.

Now, the young master is a master, and has been promoted. And it seems that this official position in the Styx is of some use to the undead.

So he started to act tyrannically and tease his ghost maid!
This guy doesn't even let ghosts go.
After he finished speaking, the nun's body trembled noticeably - she actually understood! She was not deaf and stupid!

At this moment, the young master felt the gazes of seven evil men.

He looked up and found that the other six nuns had turned their heads at strange angles, glaring at him.

In the center of them, a red-skinned bride slowly crawled out from the shadows, her eyes extremely fierce, as if she was going to eat him alive if he dared to say another word.

Being stared at fiercely by so many evil spirits, the sweat on the young master's face started to flow down.

He wiped the sweat from his face and said, "The eight of you stand in a row."

(End of this chapter)