I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha.

Chapter 215: Bloody Wizard, I am a Great Artist

"The blood-stained wizards are here."

She brushed off the leaves on Roland and smiled gently, "Roland, all the elders of the Alexandra family have been executed and have explained everything they should. But no one knows about this matter.

My sister is the most suitable person to take on this mission. After all, the acting head of the Alexandra family is the biggest Twilight spy.

But because she is not clean, the White Council does not trust her. Therefore, I came here in her place.

We both look very similar, and the Blood Wizards don't know many details, so... do you understand?"

Roland said with a sudden realization, "Your Highness Catalina, if I'm guessing correctly, then my identity is 'Catherine's fiancé Roland'?"

"Binguo."

Catalina's smile grew more meaningful as she asked, "Have you always wanted me to play your fiancée?"

Roland frowned and said, "Your Highness, look at what you're saying. Since I'm here in person, I'm probably playing myself. That shouldn't be hard to guess. Or, you could give me some other identity. I actually think that would be more appropriate."

Catalina directly took Roland's arm and, intentionally or unintentionally, pressed Roland's arm against her chest.

She said, "There's nothing inappropriate about that. From now on, you should call me 'Katherine'."

Roland: "."

Slowly withdrawing his arm, Roland looked at her seriously and said, "Your Highness, stop playing around. Who are you?"

“Who are you and I? That’s who I am~~”

She winked at Roland, but he felt a chill run down his spine.

"Stop it, Your Highness, this matter must be clarified!"

She smiled sweetly and said, "Why bother figuring it out? You've always liked me, right? I'll give you a chance this time. Just get along with me the same way you usually get along with Catherine."
It’s time to act like one.”

The most poisonous woman’s heart!
The sting operation has intensified, right?!
You have to kill me, right?

"Your Highness."

"You can call me Sister Catherine, too. I like the sweet look on your face when you call me Sister."

Catherine's eyes were full of smiles. She asked, "I'm very curious, how do you usually get along with Catherine? Do you call her sister?"

Roland covered his face with his hands.

A delicate hand reached out and stroked Roland's thigh with a smile.

Roland stood up, took her hand away, and said solemnly, "Who are you?"

Catherine asked in surprise, "Roland, what are you talking about? I don't understand you. Who am I? Am I not Catherine?"

After a pause, her eyes gradually turned cold: "You don't even recognize your own woman, do you?"

At this moment, the woman seemed like a different person, her temperament was completely different from before.

Roland felt very unwell.

He suddenly discovered something.

I have known Catherine for almost nine years, but I have never really understood this woman.

They didn't have much contact.

Her magic was beyond his imagination, her acting was terrifying, and her scheming was much deeper than he had imagined.

The woman who slept in the same bed with him was a beast who ate people without leaving any bones behind.

Roland flipped through the Book of Alayeh for the last time, and seeing the murderous aura value rising significantly, he was sure that he was not wrong.

Then he took two puffs of his cigarette and flicked the cigarette butt accurately with his fingers into the bonfire in the distance.

——How could Roland's actions be like those of a second-time smoker?
If the person in front of him was a senior, she would definitely have the same idea as Roland - she didn't understand Roland at all.

They didn't have much contact.

Judging from the number of times they've met, it's like they're a couple who've only known each other for a short time. Their familiarity with each other isn't even as good as Roland and Catalina's!
After all, Roland and Catalina had been in contact for two or three weeks, drinking and chatting every day.

Catherine slowly narrowed her eyes, revealing a cold and dangerous look.

Roland's eyes gradually became hot, as if he was suddenly excited.

Roland stood up and said, "Your Highness, if you insist on playing this way, then I'm going to start overstepping my bounds. When that happens, please don't get angry or be too proud to play."

Catherine slowly stood up and said with a smile, "How could that be? I'm actually very curious about how well you two get along, and whether you've ever had that."

Roland said seriously, "I want to say that the rumors outside are all false. You definitely don't believe it."

Before she finished speaking, Catherine placed her delicate fingers on Roland's lips and said, "Roland, your tone doesn't sound like you're talking to someone close to you~~"

Roland chuckled.

Poisonous woman!

I'll let you fish!
Don't regret it!

Catherine slowly approached Roland, her lips almost touching his chin: "Say it again, practice well. Start with 'dear'. Don't worry, I promise I won't get pregnant."

Before she could finish her words, she felt a warm hand placed between her waist and hips, hugging her tightly.

Catherine: “?!”

Before she could say anything, Roland blocked her from saying anything else.

Catherine was so angry that she felt dizzy, but she could see people coming from the horizon.

She pushed Roland away, her eyes growing colder. "Are you always this direct in front of others?"

Roland said with a smile, "Of course not. She's very concerned about her reputation, unlike you who are open and generous. Good sister—ah, this title, what a fresh feeling!

In fact, dear sister, I suggest you kiss me too. Let's get used to this new feeling so that others won't think we just met."

[Senior's murderous aura value+++]

It seems that Roland is completely dead.

Scared!
I'm planning to die in the Blood Castle, so why would I be afraid of you, a female goblin!

Since you want to play, let’s play!
There are spies everywhere in this Blood Castle. Can you kill me in front of them?

Either don't do anything stupid, or if you want to do something stupid, you have to do it to your death, right?
Since I was planning to do it to my senior sister, I decided to do it to her.
So, should we also do something about cutting down trees?
Just make it bigger and completely break the two destiny lines of A and B!

[Strange way to commit suicide +1]

At this moment, Catherine suddenly pushed Roland away and put on a poker face.

Roland knew the Bloody Wizards were almost here. He quickly stepped back, returning to his true self, "Roland the Son-in-Law."

"By the way, what should I call 'Elena'?" Roland asked.

Catherine raised her eyelids and said, "Don't you know the name?"

Roland: "."

Soon, a carriage fell from the sky.

The timing was just right, it was the agreed-upon 'time of dusk', and the sun had already set behind the distant mountains.

Roland looked closely and saw that the carriage was being pulled by four winged monsters that looked like horses but were not horses.

The driver was a skinny groom, just an apprentice, or a servant.

Catherine went to the carriage and Roland followed.

Two blood-stained wizards got off the car, one male and one female. The male was at the peak of the first level, and the female was at the early stage of the first level.

These two people look like brother and sister, and they are both extremely handsome.

They spoke elegantly and behaved properly, and their behavior was graceful and generous. There was no hint of madness at all, which made people wonder whether they were wizards of the Twilight School.

Catherine gave Roland a lot of detailed information on the way.

When he saw the faces of the two men, he knew their identities.

That man was the eldest son of Count Dryblood. He was in charge of most of the affairs in Dryblood Castle and was considered a "little master".

As for that woman, she is the 'Countess's eldest daughter'.

Count Durand was a mid-level second-level Blood Wizard. As a Twilight Wizard, he actually had a good reputation and was known for his good temper.

He had a wife known as Countess Windisha.

Countess Windisa. This title is very strange because of the name of Countess Windisa.

Normally, as the "mistress" of the Dry Blood lineage, she should be called "Countess Durand", or should be addressed in the format of "Toredo (the surname of the Dry Blood lineage) + Madam".

But she seemed to be very famous, so people deliberately separated her name from the Count.

She was a second-level, early-stage Dried Blood Wizard. Her realm wasn't as high as the Earl's, but Catherine had specifically instructed Roland that it was better to upset the Earl than the Countess.

In addition, Countess Windisha's younger brother is also an early second-level wizard.

One Blood Castle, three tower masters.

According to intelligence, of the three second-level wizards in the Withered Blood Castle, two of them will sleep in the lowest level of the castle at any given time and take turns waking up.

"Sorry for the long wait, Your Excellency Count Catherine. I didn't expect you to come in person."

The man smiled and introduced himself: "You can call me Roderick, and this is my sister Delia."

Delia gave a slight bow as Roderick made his introductions.

The two were very humble, but Catherine's attitude seemed a bit presumptuous. She did not respond to the other party's courtesy, but just nodded indifferently and dealt with a few words, while also introducing Roland and Elena's intentions.

Roderick seemed to know the virtues of Alexandras and others, so he didn't care.

He only glanced at the elf in the tree, as if he felt that the elf was more dangerous than the woman in front of him.

After all, the woman in front of him was flamboyant and aggressive, and she was also a flower in a greenhouse.

According to intelligence, this woman had never truly fought anyone since her apprenticeship to her current level. She only periodically competed with the White Wizards. But could that be considered a competition?
This Alexandra has been treated like a flower by the white wizards and has been spoiled.

And she herself is arrogant and self-righteous.

On the other hand, no one would look down on any elf.

She looks very young, but in fact she might be thousands of years old!
Moreover, according to intelligence, she had once fought with others on the airship and her swordsmanship was extremely terrifying. She was already a quasi-sword master.

As we all know, high elves are all masters of magic and elementals!
She has even practiced swordsmanship to such a level, how powerful would her magic be?
Roderick felt that the elf's magic was unfathomable, like stagnant water in a deep pool, making it impossible to see clearly.

Roderick was secretly wary of Elena and outwardly respectful to Katherine. As for Roland, who stood respectfully behind Katherine, he didn't even glance at him.

He's just an early-stage first-level wizard. What can he do?

He was nothing more than a son-in-law, with no achievements on the battlefield. He wasn't even considered a legitimate Black Abyss wizard. His only value was making a cage.

Instead, Delia looked at Roland for a few more times. She thought to herself, "What a bloody mess! Not only is his vitality so surging, he's also so handsome."
His blood seems to be rich in fire and shadow elements. The mistress has been longing for this kind of blood recently. I didn't expect to encounter it here. The mistress will like it!
After some greetings, Roderick and Catherine got into the carriage.

The carriage was not small, but Elena was a little too tall and she didn't like feeling restrained, so she sat with the driver in front.

Roland was the last one to get on the bus and sat next to Catherine.

Catherine was talking about something with Roderick.

At this moment, the driver closed the door, and Roland was slightly stunned.

The curtains inside the car were very thick, and it seemed as if there was a spell inside the car. Once the door was closed, it was pitch black and nothing could be seen.

Roland reached out to open the curtains, but a jade hand reached out from the opposite side and grabbed his fingers.

Then, he felt a slight chill beside his ear, as if a piece of jade was touching him.

He heard Delia whisper, "Our family has been cursed by the goddess Heraclea, and we can't stay in the sun for long periods of time. Although it's dusk now, the carriage will be very dazzling after it flies into the sky, so please forgive me."

Roland suddenly realized that after the carriage stopped, Catherine had taken the initiative to lead him to the front of the carriage. After the two siblings got off, they had been standing in the shadow of the carriage.

The angle at which the carriage is parked is also very particular, with the body of the carriage just blocking the sunlight.

After a moment, Delia's pretty face seemed to come closer again, and she whispered, "Sir, what should I call you?"

Catherine and Roderick were talking on the side. Roland didn't dare to interrupt them loudly, so he leaned over to Delia's ear and said, "Roland."

"Roland? That 'Roland von der Leyen Totas Alexandra Alaye'?"

Roland was a little surprised. He had never thought that his name would reach the Twilight Council. He couldn't help but feel secretly delighted.

I didn’t expect that I would become quite famous now!

He whispered, "It's me."

"Baron Roland of Straw Town?"

"Exactly."

After saying this, Roland's heart skipped a beat.

No, no Blood-Dried Wizard has visited Straw Town in these years, and few Blood-Dried Wizards go to Kayla's territory either. How did my reputation spread here?

The reputation you spread is probably not a bad reputation or a good reputation, but a bad reputation.

Sure enough, Roland felt that Delia seemed to be quiet for a while, and a faint spiritual fluctuation also quietly swept over Roland.

Roland cursed in his heart.

Unexpectedly, Delia became even more enthusiastic and whispered to Roland about artworks and the Heraclea Poetry.

He also said that his "mistress (Countess)" has always been very interested in Mr. Roland's sculptures, paintings, and works of poetry.

Roland was greatly surprised. He was very curious about how the mistress knew that he was good at these things.

Delia whispered, "Honorable Lord Roland, please forgive me. All of this comes from several captives from the White Chess and Black Abyss. We accidentally found some of your works in their hands.
Although your work has caused great controversy in various towers, a true artist can see its artistic value."

After listening to it, Roland was speechless.

At first, he thought the captives were his acquaintances, and his heartbeat quickened. After all, he had only given crystal balls to people he knew.

After listening again, I found that this was not the case.

Roland's mistress once said to him:

—You know, mental problems have always plagued Black Abyss wizards. But there are very few people like you who can record the entire process of their illness and onset.

Therefore, all the major towers have studied Roland's videos.

Roland was so embarrassed that he almost picked his toes out.

I am already socially dead!

At this moment, Delia's tone suddenly became somewhat serious. She said, "Lord Roland, my mistress often says, 'I really don't understand why people use such a stigma to tarnish this outstanding master of art!' Every time my mother mentions this, she bursts into tears."

Roland: “?”

That's a bit far-fetched, Miss Delia!
How could I not know what the heck the Rolands recorded?!
What kind of art is this? Performance art?

(End of this chapter)