I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha.

Chapter 23 The dead duck has a tough mouth

Anna took Roland and flew to the team's location. After a distance, she suddenly dropped Roland down.

Roland was knocked unconscious by the fall. When he recovered, he found that he was still some distance away from his mentor.

When I looked back, Anna had already landed on a big tree and then disappeared in a flash - her movements were like those of a mad cat, forming a sharp contrast with her elegant and steady demeanor just now.

For some reason, Anna seemed to have gone crazy again, so she sent Roland here and left.

Roland looked at the forest ahead where his mentor was, his expression changing for a long time before he finally walked over.

On the way, he thought to himself, "If I say I'm not running away, but I'm lost in the forest, will my mentor believe me?"

Roland felt that it didn't matter whether his mentor believed it or not.

The important thing is that he has to say this.

"Regardless of my actions, I didn't run away! I went to catch the blood moth!"

While Roland was lost in thought, he had already returned to the team. He was shocked to find that no one was missing from the team. The two freshmen, Wallace, and Leonard were all there.

Anna hadn't taken any medicine, but her IQ had inexplicably increased significantly, as if she had become a different person. This made Roland a little confused.

The two freshmen looked pale, as if they had lost too much blood. They sat dazed on the rocks, seemingly having suffered a great shock. However, their spirits seemed to have recovered. Roland noticed two empty bottles beside them, as if they had just taken some kind of potion.

Wallace didn't have a single wound on his body, but there were some bloodstains on his clothes. The bloodstains were black and red like pus, and they were the blood of the blood moth.

He was pacing back and forth anxiously. When he saw Roland emerge from the woods, Wallace breathed a sigh of relief and hurried over to him. "You're finally back! Sir Nar has been looking for you for half an hour!"

Without saying a word, he grabbed Roland and came to the mentor.

"My lord, it's all my fault!" Wallace knelt on one knee and said bitterly, "I knew this was Roland's first time in a place like this for a trial, but I let him catch the blood moths alone, causing him to fall into an illusion and get lost."

Roland was so excited that he wanted to hug this big brother.

Roland secretly observed his mentor's expression and found it expressionless. With a trembling heart, he tentatively said, "Mentor, this matter cannot be blamed on Lord Wallace. It was my greed that wanted to catch a few more blood moths."

Baron Hall laughed and interrupted, "Oh? Roland also caught a blood moth? After traveling for so long, he must have gained quite a bit."

This statement caught everyone's attention, especially the two freshmen. After hearing that Roland had made great progress, they became nervous.

After all, he is still a teenager, in the puberty period of junior high and high school. His mind is still immature and he still hasn't figured out the current situation.

They simply thought they had made a fool of themselves. If Roland, also a freshman, performed too well, the contrast would be too stark. It would affect their own future success and the distribution of rare items.

Baron Hall, eager to watch the fun, urged, "Roland, hurry up and show it to everyone!"

Roland said nothing. He took out a huge blood moth corpse from his wallet and threw it on the ground.

Seeing this scene, everyone's eyes widened.

The mentor sneered and said nothing.

Seeing the murderous intent in his mentor's eyes, Roland slowly took out three huge blood moth corpses.

Looking at the huge blood moth, everyone gasped. The pale faces of the two freshmen became very ugly, while Wallace and Leonard showed admiration on their faces.

Baron Hall nodded in satisfaction. But the instructor's expression was extremely strange. She looked at Roland, as if expecting him to continue taking out the blood moth, but Roland showed no intention of taking out any more.

At this time, Baron Hall noticed that Catherine's face looked very ugly, and he couldn't help feeling a little puzzled. He whispered, "What's wrong?"

Catherine replied with her mind: "He's escaped my artifact several times along the way. He even deliberately angered a nest of blood moths, using them to delay the artifact's pursuit. Then he escaped from the blood moths' pursuit. Not counting those eaten by my artifact, he killed no fewer than twenty blood moths himself. But he only took out the blood moths recorded by the crystal ball!"
Baron Hall was stunned. He looked at the blood moths on the ground, then looked at Roland, with a very interesting expression on his face.

If Roland didn't have to be distracted by the strange objects, and was allowed to do it, and given enough time, this kid could probably clear out all the monsters nearby by himself.

I thought he was a newbie with great potential, but he turned out to be a small BOSS who killed everyone in the newbie village.

If it weren't for Catherine, I would have been deceived by him today. If it weren't for Catherine, he would have run away today!

Baron Hall clapped his hands. He nodded deeply and said, "Not bad, not bad, Roland. Really good. You're much better than your father, Catherine. You're truly worthy of being your student."

The anger in the instructor's eyes grew even stronger.

Roland's eyes twitched, and he thought to himself, "Anna clearly opened the crystal ball after I discovered her. The mentor should have only found the wallet and devoured a blood moth, but she seems to know everything. Before Anna found me, the mentor was already well aware of my every move."
It turned out that Roland had only taken out two blood moths, not to commit suicide on purpose, but to confirm the extent to which his mentor could monitor him.

So, he took risks and kept jumping back and forth within his mentor's tolerance threshold.

Now he was certain of one thing—his mentor didn't need Anna as a scout to know his every move. She must have some special ability that allowed her to see things far away clearly in a completely illogical way.

Roland guessed correctly, Catherine was a real witch, she could remotely view. As long as she had someone's belongings nearby, she could touch them and see where they were and what they were doing, even if they were thousands of miles away.

Seeing that his mentor was about to lose his temper, Roland said three sentences.

"Master Mentor, you misunderstood. I have your rare artifact in my hands, so I naturally returned with a full load. But these blood moths are still alive, and I'm afraid they will run away after I take them out."

Roland looked at his instructor anxiously and whispered, "This is the only thing I have that can hold all my loot. It's yours, and you can take it and inspect it anytime. So why would I be so foolish as to hide the truth from you? It's just that with so many students around, if I showed off too much at once, Instructor Leonard would be embarrassed."

The reason Roland gave was indeed appropriate - just take a look at the wallet and you'll know how much is in it. Why would I hide it from you?
After hearing this, the instructor was slightly stunned. This kid seemed to have no reason to hide himself. What was he trying to do? To make him angry? To make him fluctuate between his anger threshold? To seek his own death?
She felt something was amiss, but couldn't find a reason to punish Roland. She looked at the irritating boy in front of her, suppressed her anger, and spat out one word: "Get lost."

Roland hurriedly fled to the two freshmen.

The two freshmen were clearly less enthusiastic than before, their eyes revealing deep jealousy.

People are like this. If the gap between the two sides is too big, they will not have any desire to compete.

But if the gap is small, a lot of thoughts will arise.

However, there is a type of person who cannot see clearly no matter how big the difference is between others and you.

Today, even if Roland took out all the things, the two freshmen would still think that he was lucky and that he was able to do it with the help of his mentor's rare items.

That's right, he was just lucky! They were both low-level apprentices, but the difference couldn't be this big!

We were killed instantly before we even saw the monster, so it was impossible for others not to be killed instantly!

You just rely on luck and rare objects!

If we have a magic item in our hands, we can do better than you without luck!
They were deeply unwilling to give up, and they were looking forward to the next opportunity to show off, hoping to make a big splash and gain the favor of Lady Catherine, and a share of the rare items.

Looking at the eager expressions of his two classmates, Roland thought with a hint of apology in his heart, "I'm sorry, classmates... From now on, you two just have to perform well. I have a feeling we're going to meet the boss."

(End of this chapter)