I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha.

Chapter 245: I have a romantic relationship? Your Majesty, please don't be like this

Roland didn't have time to put a mental imprint or a spell lock on the magic carpet, but he could use it as easily as using his own arm.

This made Roland secretly amazed.

"It seems this is indeed a magic carpet woven by the goddess Heraclea! I, a small lord, seem to have quite a lot of authority."

Wizards have always used magic carpets as servants.

Many magic carpets are almost alive.

This magic carpet is very spiritual and has many functions.

It is an excellent 'shroud' that can save lives like blood skin.

It can also help the owner conceal his presence—in Roland's words, that's Concealment +10.

So this thing can be disguised as an ordinary tapestry, or help the owner hide, but it is also a protective magic item and an excellent servant.

The Blood Castle is a place of luxury, and the Countess doesn't mind using the materials when she weaves the magic carpet.

This magic carpet woven by a second-level mysterious wizard is incomparable to ordinary wonders.

If it is refined, this thing can be an excellent servant, able to hold a magic wand and use the master's magic!
If placed at home, it can also regulate temperature and change the climate - for example, make it rain in the house.

However, it has three disadvantages.

First, it is too precious, and any second-level wizard will be moved when he sees it.

Even if the magic carpet loses its magic power and becomes an ordinary tapestry, it is still a precious object with extremely high artistic value.

So Roland used magic to make it very dirty. It was no longer recognizable as it was originally, and the magic carpet looked a little angry.

The second disadvantage is that this thing needs to be taken care of as carefully as a pet. Not only do you have to take care of the magic carpet's mood, but you also have to brush it occasionally and even feed it.

Using magic power to feed it is just a basic operation - that is, simply consuming magic stones will not work.

It drinks blood and eats souls.

This magic carpet is like a high-end banshee. If it is carefully cared for and fed with good things at all costs, even dragon blood and dragon soul, it can grow.

The nuns will take care of it. As for food, for now, we can only consider feeding it leeches.

The third drawback is that, as a flying servant, its speed is not very fast, just above average.

Of course, the main reason was that Roland wasn't good at flying, which was a bit of a drag. If a senior from Heiyuan came over, the speed of this magic carpet would definitely be top-notch.

After all, it was a work created by a second-level wizard and a group of people. In the hands of a first-level wizard, it would be a real hexagonal wonder.

Of course, it all depends on who's using it. Roland uses it in a triangle—some directions are sky-high, others are a bit lagging behind.

However, although the magic carpet was not flying fast, stealth was more important than speed, so Roland did not dare to fly too fast, or even too high. He basically flew just above the bushes, at a speed similar to that of a horse.

He kept his figure hidden all the way and flew through the woods on the magic carpet.

Along the way, his spiritual sense secretly sensed several waves of wizards passing by in a panic, and even "saw" two blood-depleted wizards fighting each other.

It seems that there must be a lot of hatred between them, and everyone knows that each other has valuable things in their hands, so some people start fighting when they meet.

At this time, a large group of wizards flew over from behind. Roland hurriedly restrained his spiritual thoughts and hid in a bush.

The group of wizards did not come here, but went to the side where the fight was happening. They stayed there for two seconds and then left.

It is not known whether they killed the two men or captured them.

But they continued to flee in the direction of the White Council, seemingly intending to surrender to the enemy.

The leader of the team might be a second-level wizard.

After thinking about it, Roland didn't dare to go in this direction anymore, so he changed direction.

After a while, Roland no longer saw anyone around him.

He increased his speed, and the magic carpet suddenly flew at lightning speed, half as fast as the flying bird Roland, but there was still a gap compared to those brothers in Heiyuan who could transform into flying snakes.

If the group moves somewhere, Roland will definitely be a drag.

Feeling the strong wind blowing towards him, Roland sighed secretly, "Everyone has mastered their skills very well. They can fight and escape, and each one is running faster than the other.

Every time they did something bad, they would run away without a trace, and even wizards at a higher level could not catch up with them.

I have to do everything I can to sneak away. Once I’m discovered, I can’t run away.”

Roland's skills are more than just a few. In terms of fighting skills, he can definitely be ranked in the top five among the disciples of the Snake Tower.

When it comes to causing trouble, he is definitely number one.

But when it comes to escaping, they are at the bottom.

After flying for about a hundred kilometers, Roland looked at the map and found that there were towns nearby and mortals were active there.

At this time, Roland saw a small river.

He thought to himself, "No matter how fast I fly, if someone wants to catch me, I won't be able to escape. I'd better choose the 'hiding over speed' option."

He landed by the stream, washed his face, and then took out the crystal ball.

After thinking for a while, Roland put the crystal ball down again.

Roland thought to himself, "It's better not to contact her for now. She doesn't have the magic mirror, so I can blend in with the crowd. It's easy to be tracked. It's better for us to escape separately than to go together."

If everything goes well for her, I don't need to contact her.

If she's not doing well, then if I contact her, I'll be implicated as well."

Roland was overthinking it. Based on what he had just done, it would be a miracle if anyone else was still chasing the daughter of the Thousand-Eyed King!

Now Catherine’s value to the Blood-Dried Wizards is not as high as Roland’s!
Moreover, if the original Blood Lords had simply knelt down before the Thousand-Eyed King and completely severed their ties with the Countess, they might have been able to keep their lives and rebuild the Blood Castle.

If we continue to hunt down His Majesty's daughter now, we will be courting death.

After this wave of operations, 98% of the people retreated directly. Perhaps a few loyal idiots were still looking for Catherine, but they couldn't run as fast as others, and they might not be able to find her.

Third, there are only so few people left, and the senior sister can pull them together to get all A's. What else are you looking for?
If you find it, you will die.

It is likely that after those people saw Catherine, there was no longer only one person beside Catherine, but a group of blood-depleted wizard bodyguards!

Roland didn't think too much about it. He prepared for the worst and complained, "Senior, senior, if you can't escape after what I've done, you're a pig!"

As he spoke, Roland made some predictions and divinations with some worry.

The divination result was a bright golden star.

Roland raised his eyebrows. "Hey, Senior Sister, you're so lucky today! You're so lucky to have me here to look after you."

After calculating himself again, Roland found that not only was he blessed by the goddess of luck today, he also had good luck in love!

And it's not a normal Peach Blossom Spring. According to divination, the other party is not human and will play tricks.

Looking up and listening to the howling of wolves in the forest, Roland looked strange and thought to himself, "Could this Peach Blossom Spring refer to a female werewolf?"

Shaking his head, Roland put away his things and took out a bottle of potion.

This potion came from the Lady. It can suppress all the magic power and blood in the body, turning one into an ordinary person.

The good thing is that to anyone who sees him, he is just an ordinary person.

The disadvantage is that while the potion is in effect, you are just an ordinary person without any magical powers and cannot use any magic.

Even if you take the antidote, it will take some time to recover your magic power.

Looking at the potion in front of him, Roland thought to himself: "If I encounter an ordinary wizard, my servants and my sword will be enough. The magic stone on it can be used five or six times!"

But if there is a large group of people led by a second-level wizard, it doesn't matter whether I have magic power or not.

After drinking the potion, Roland changed into the outfit of a wandering knight/mercenary.

Roland was well versed in disguising himself as this type of person. The location he chose was also a good place for a lone wolf to temporarily camp while clearing out monsters.

Now there's a magic mirror and a magic potion. Anyone who sees him can tell he's a mercenary.

However, this mercenary can use a magic carpet.

Roland handed the Fire Snake Staff to the magic carpet and went to collect firewood.

By the time he came back and built the bonfire, the magic carpet had built an exquisite little shelter using various woods, branches, moss, mud and gravel.

Roland was secretly amazed when he went in and found that it was as big as the bathroom, and there was a small fireplace at the back!

A proper hunter's cabin!

"Not bad!"

After hearing Roland's praise, the magic carpet pointed at its body, signaling its owner to clean it.

Roland looked at the magic carpet, picked up a pile of mud, and plopped some more on it. Then he put it into his dimensional bag. He took out the bear skin and spread it on the spacious ground. Roland lit the fireplace and took the iron pot to the stream to fetch water.

He sprinkled some magic powder to purify the water, then set up an iron pot and stewed the bacon.

After rummaging through the bag, Roland found that the things inside were in such a mess that he couldn't find the knife and fork after searching for a long time.

He got up and went out, urinated by the river, and then cut two clean branches with a dagger.

Roland was whittling branches, humming Valeria's mercenary erotic tune, and walking towards the shelter with his trousers pulled up.

As soon as Roland got around the trees that blocked his view and saw the shelter, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

In front of the shelter, there were several withered blood wizards wandering around. One of them had just come out of the shelter and was chewing Roland's piece of pickled meat.

There were four of them in total, and Roland couldn't see their magic.

These four people are definitely not quasi-second-level wizards, but early-stage second-level wizards!

And they are all witches!

Among the dark wizards in this wizarding world, there are many more powerful female witches than male wizards.

This is especially true for the Dry Blood Family. The strongest group of people, those most likely to climb to high positions, are all female vampires.

When we say they are strong, we are not referring to their realm, but rather that they have more advantages when in the same realm. This is because witches are more likely to be born with special talents.

For example, the remote viewing of the senior sister.

Another example is their amazing intuition—if they looked carefully, they might be able to tell Roland's identity.

After fastening his trousers, Roland bent down and slowly walked back, turning to leave. As he turned around, he saw two second-rank lady knights slowly floating down from the sky.

Their strength seemed to be on par with 'Sir Leia'. They were quasi-second-level Blood Knights.

Six Blood Lords!

Are the strongest survivors of the Kuxue Family all here?!
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, let me see what this is? A sweet blood bag?"

A lady licked her lips, her eyes sparkling red.

Another lady said, "Don't talk nonsense. This is what the master likes. We have to wait until she finishes tasting it before we try it."

As she spoke, she licked her tongue and kept scanning Roland's neck with extremely eager eyes.

Roland's face suddenly turned pale.

All six appeared injured.

It's over! It's over!

I'm going to be eaten!
How did I meet such a group of people?!
It doesn't make sense! It doesn't make sense!
How can it be so small?!
At this time, an extremely tall female demon slowly floated down from the sky. She had ferocious horns on her head and even devil wings behind her!

Roland's expression suddenly turned extremely ugly.

It seems that this is the 'master' that the two ladies mentioned.

The Dryblood Family is a vampire family, but there seem to be only two people who can transform into this demonic form, one is the Earl and the other is the Countess. Unexpectedly, outside the Dryblood Castle, there is such a hidden big boss!

She was covered in blood and holding several human heads in her hands.

The head had very thick facial hair, and looked like a werewolf.

Roland carefully sized up the boss, noticing she was actually killing a werewolf herself. He noticed she exuded a strong murderous aura and the smell of blood, as if she were still immersed in the slaughter.

Maybe he went to drink blood?
No wonder I'm in a romantic mood today. And it's a group fight! One monster and six vampires. Everyone's here!
So, I'm about to settle my fate with these beautiful ladies while being bitten. This is an acceptable way to die.

At this moment, the hostess slowly floated down, staring at Roland with burning eyes, as if she wanted to eat him. Roland lowered his head with cold sweat on his face.

Roland felt that this hostess might be a relative of Maria or someone like that, because she looked a little familiar.

After she floated down, the two ladies bent down to take the wolf head and licked the broken neck.

"It's indeed a good blood pack." The hostess withdrew her gaze from Roland and went straight to the shelter.

The voice had a strange magnetism, like a whisper from hell, or the song of an elf.

Very weird.

The two ladies gracefully gestured for Roland to come in.

Roland followed the three people with a stiff expression.

He thought to himself that this way of dying was acceptable, but he still didn't want to die.

But this time it seems like there's really no way to escape death. Damn it, if I had known this would happen, why would I have drunk the magic-suppressing potion?

What the hell! How could it be such a coincidence? How could I run into so many people? It doesn't make sense!
Roland couldn't understand it.

While Roland was daydreaming, he had already followed several vampires to the door of the shelter.

He secretly looked at the six second-level wizards and knights.

Although these people looked to be in their twenties, Roland intuitively felt that they were all over a hundred years old.

The lifespan of a withered blood wizard is generally only around a hundred years old.

Yet, they lived for over a hundred years and remained alive. Furthermore, they experienced the contamination of Heracles without experiencing any signs of insanity. Furthermore, they were all early-stage second-level wizards, not pre-second-level wizards. These people likely weren't following the path of the Bloody Baron, but rather the Bloody Path their family had discovered.

And they certainly didn't take any prisoner drugs.

Those who follow this path created by the wizard can not only live for more than 300 years, but also have more possibilities in the future.

These six people seemed to be the strongest and most promising members of the Kuxue family. They were the hope for the Kuxue family's future and the strongest second-level wizards in the family.

I’m afraid the last and most promising people of the Kuxue family are all here.

As for the host, he looked very strange. He seemed to be hundreds of years old, yet also in his twenties.

There was a Blood-Dead Female Lord who was renovating the shelter. It seemed that the female devil was planning to live there tonight, and she felt it was a bit small.

At this moment, a blood-stained lady knelt on the ground and asked her master to sit down. Several female lords cleaned the blood stains on her body like ladies-in-waiting.

The hostess was wearing armor, which had many damaged parts.

Everyone took off everything on her body and cleaned and healed her wounds.

Roland looked at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose, not daring to look around.

He felt extremely puzzled: "Did these people recognize me, or not? Why didn't they ask anything?"

After a period of healing, the master put away the repaired magic wings on her back. Then a witch took out a black linen robe and put it on the master. She then put on a simple outer robe to keep her warm.

Everyone helped the master comb his hair again, and then the master said, "Okay, let's go eat."

Roland's face turned pale as he ate. His mind raced, wondering how he could live another day.

Several witches and knights bowed and said, "Then we will withdraw, Your Highness Catherine."

As they spoke, everyone glanced at Roland with strange expressions and slowly retreated.

Wait, Catherine?
Roland looked up at the "master" with a strange expression on his face. He found that she really looked very familiar!
Looking again, one of her hands was fiddling with a 'secret dagger', and under her robe, another pair of hands was placed on her legs!
Also has four arms, is also named Catherine, and is addressed as 'Your Highness'.

Grass!
No wonder it looked familiar.

I had seen her briefly in the crystal ball before, so I had seen Catherine's face before. She looked a bit like Anna, and a bit like Catherine. The two faces together were both very familiar and very strange.

In other words, she is now a person with a confused identity, so she is like an unknown person. Even if you know her, you will feel like she is a stranger.

As if sensing Roland's gaze, Catherine raised her head and looked at him with an extremely cold gaze.

Roland's heart skipped a beat. Oh no! Senior doesn't recognize me!
And is she considered a senior now?
Roland hurriedly said: "Sir, I am your subordinate, my name is..."

Catherine interrupted: "I would recognize you even if you turned into ashes."

Roland: "."

No wonder you can find me!
She can remotely see me!

Just when Roland breathed a sigh of relief, the following words made him feel as if he had fallen into an icy cave.

The gentleman said expressionlessly, "Didn't you recognize me? Now, why don't you recognize me anymore?"

Roland suddenly remembered what this person had said before - you know too much.

It's over! It's over!

I was wrong!
She is not Katherine! Nor is she Anna!
This is Alexandra. Her Majesty Alexandra, the only true god in the East, the emperor who once sat on the throne of the Sun!
Roland quietly looked at Her Majesty and found that she seemed to be trying her best to suppress the violent emotions in her heart.

No way. Don't do this! It's over for the sake of senior sister. The real reason she wants to kill me is this reason.

I used to defile her body all day long
This is truly dead.
(End of this chapter)