I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha.

Chapter 263 You Don’t Want to Be a Cow, Do You? Midnight Dance Shadow

Billy had indeed advised Roland to be quiet, but Roland didn't want to be a cow for the Nagas and succubi.

Now that the opportunity is right in front of him, how could Roland not consider escaping?
As a result, after watching for a while, his face turned ugly.

The Nagas really can't deal with that thing, but there are plenty of Twilight Wizards in the hall!

The group of black sail wizards and traitor passengers actually all joined the Naga team and worked together to subdue "Sir Laraya".

The Black Sail Wizards no longer have their magical items, and their combat effectiveness is very average, far less powerful than the Nagas.

But there were quite a few ruthless people among the traitorous passengers. Most of them were the kind who could handle a Naga of the same level with just a magic wand!

There were a few guys who were just paddling around, their eyes full of excitement as they secretly took in a small piece of meat paste. One guy even secretly swallowed the meat paste into his mouth. Then he covered his mouth and laughed nervously.

These weaklings are either traitors to the Black Abyss or traitors to the Twilight Eyes faction. Their strength is no less than that of Laraya.

This was originally a good opportunity to escape, but instead of running away, this group of people helped the Nagas deal with Sir Laraya - and even took care of a few guys who wanted to escape in the chaos!
Roland was so angry that he almost died after seeing this scene.

He cursed in his heart: "Fuck you! You spineless bastards! Run away, run away! What are you doing helping them?"
You're all determined to join Triceratops, right?!

Yes, going to the South is also a mess, and going to the Three-Headed Snake is also a mess. Moreover, it seems to be better in the Three-Headed Snake!

There are all kinds of interesting monsters here, and the leaders are all serious black wizards. It feels like coming home once you come in.

They all go to the south. It is definitely better to be in the three-headed snake than to be a street rat in the eyes of the church!

Once you join Triskel, you become a legally recognized dark wizard, free to experiment with magic. Why not join?
As for whether Sir Billy would accept them, Roland didn't know what that guy was planning.

To be honest, Roland couldn't understand many of his father-in-law's actions.

In just a few minutes, Laraya was rolled into a ball by the passenger wizards and tied into a gift box with a black shadow.

This gift box was five meters square and made of pure meat. It was placed in the center of the hall, taking up a large area.

After finishing this job, Hei Fan and the passengers squatted on the ground obediently, holding their heads in their hands.

Roland glanced at the gift box from a distance, and then his eyes twitched slightly.

The group of passengers secretly tampered with the gift box, but the people in the hall didn't have enough magic skills to notice.

No one said a word.

They seemed to want to give a gift to the three-headed snakes - the performance of the Nagas just now was too rubbish and they were not worthy of being their leaders.

If the leader of the three-headed snake can accept this small gift, he will be everyone's new master.

If we can't do it, why can't we be a three-headed snake?

Roland really wanted to see how Billy subdued these black wizards, but after the Nagas had their hands free, they took Roland away and continued walking.

There was a special place on the Titania for holding prisoners, and Roland was imprisoned there.

He was the third one to come, and then many more people came one after another.

They were all chained up, their shackles no worse than Roland's.

It seemed that they, like Roland, were the ones being given special attention.

The two men glanced at Roland and then closed their eyes to rest. They seemed quite indifferent, unconcerned about the outcome.

It seems that these two people are not ordinary passengers.

After looking around, Roland found a place to sit down.

He closed his eyes and tried to use his remaining magic power to practice the secret art of the Night Demon.

Roland believed that if he could break through the first level, he might be able to try to break the shackles with brute force.

But most of his magic power was absorbed by the shackles, and the effect was really unsatisfactory.

'I'm afraid this method won't work.'

Roland sighed secretly.

Soon, a Naga came to bring food and water - she was pushing a small cart.

The water was fine wine, a kind of 'holy blood' from the south.

The dishes are also very good, they are actually the meat of sea monsters.

But these fine wines and delicious food were not for Roland, but for a man named 'Laurence'.

Hearing the Naga pushing the cart outside talking to the jailer about 'Lorens', Roland looked at the two and closed his eyes.

Soon, the Naga pushed the cart outside the fence and said, "Sir Lawrence, this is specially selected for you by the master. Please enjoy it."

"Sir Laurence?"

"Sir Lawrence?"

The Naga outside shouted several times, and Roland opened his eyes in confusion to see what was happening. He found that the other two prisoners were looking at him with strange eyes.

Roland looked at the Naga in surprise, only to find that she was also looking at him.

Roland couldn't help but point at his nose in confusion: "Are you calling me? I'm Lawrence?"

Naga gave Roland a look in return—What do you think?
Roland suddenly understood.

This Lawrence is Billy's deceased son-in-law.

He cursed inwardly: "Damn, old Biden, you really want me to be your son-in-law."

Roland came to the fence, and Naga gestured to Roland to stand there and eat, and she would arrange anything he needed.

Roland asked, "What is your master's name?"

Naga gave Roland a meaningful look. She glanced at the other two people who were trying to eavesdrop and said, "Sir Lawrence, I know your epilepsy hasn't healed yet, but I hope you can at least remember what I'm going to say next."

Naga passed on a thought: [“Remember, I will only say this once.

The Master's code name within Hydra is 'Saladin', which is his real name.

He also has another identity on land, called 'Gawain'. He is a saint of the church and also the Holy King of the 'Holy Kingdom of Lorend'.

The Holy Kingdom of Lorend no longer exists, but he still holds many titles of earl and baron.

His kingdom has been swallowed up by his wife, and after you go to the south, there will be no kingdom left to manage.

Your mission is to enter the church and then find ways to gain the trust of Ms. 'Isabella', your wife!

If you can't play the role of Lawrence well, you will be sent to the "Faun's Farm" to be a cow!
If Ms. Isabella finds out you're a fake in the future, you'll have to be a cow too!
I hope you can remember these things, otherwise, you will just be a cow."

As she spoke, Naga licked her tongue and looked at Roland's lower body - she was obviously not the kind of succubus who sucked milk, but she liked to eat meat.

Roland's expression suddenly turned very ugly.

"Old Biden, just wait for me!"

Billy, or rather Gawain, was indeed an old Biden, but Roland was definitely a young Biden—aren’t these messed up ideas inspired by Roland?

Roland secretly groaned in his heart, and he wanted to slap himself twice: "I really made trouble for myself!"

Roland's stomach growled.

He did eat dinner, but Roland had a big appetite and could eat as much as several people. He was also in the middle of a game with Mary and Billy, so how could he eat much?

If I had known I couldn't beat this old bitch, I might as well have eaten more. Now Billy had someone send him a midnight snack, but Roland didn't dare to eat it.

He looked at the silver plate covers on the cart with a hesitant look on his face.

Naga smiled coldly and passed on a thought: "Sir Lawrence, this is the diet specially arranged for you by Lord Gawain, which can help you recover your strength.
You are a second-rank Paladin, renowned as a Sword Master within the Empire and the Church. If you fail to recover your strength, and Ms. Isabella misunderstands you as a fraud arranged by her master, then you will be nothing more than a dairy cow.
Roland gave Naga a vicious look—I'll remember you! Just wait for me!

He opened the silver tray and discovered that it was filled with the finest "Magic Meal" made from the flesh of first-class sea beasts. Many of the ingredients were rare, but the ship's cargo hold had everything.

Roland was well versed in potions. After taking a few bites, he discovered that these were all things made for the 'Night Demon Secret Art'.

Including the holy wine, which is also a great thing - it can slowly but very long restore magic.

It seemed that Old Biden had not only looked through Roland's notes on the Dried Blood Knight, but also the magical body-refining materials that Catherine had written to Roland. He must have read through them very carefully to have found them.

He had probably gone through all of Roland's stuff.

In fact, Roland was very much looking forward to 'Billy' or 'Sir Gawain' being able to double his own things.

As long as he discovered the magic carpet on the 'Holy Blood Shepherdess' Trail', he would definitely be curious.

Therefore, it is necessary for the author Roland to interpret it for him.

Then, he can make a deal with Lord Gawain. That is a brand new path to truth!
And now it has only been interpreted to the first level.

If you want the following content, you have to rely on Roland!

At that time, Roland could use this as a condition to negotiate with Gawain. As long as there was room for negotiation, Roland would have more chances to escape.

Unfortunately, Lord Gawain was obviously more interested in Roland being his son-in-law.

"Damn it, Old Biden, I won't be your son-in-law! Just wait!"

Roland devoured the food and wine on the table without missing a single one.

He then began to practice the secret art of the Night Demon in his cell.

As the food slowly digested, Roland felt as if his whole body was on fire, and the magic power in his stomach continued to nourish his body.

He seized the opportunity to practice the secret art of the Night Demon, and guided his magic power to hone his body according to what he remembered.

In the next few days, many people were locked up in the cell next door.

Roland was sent to another cell, a small single room.

The other two were also sent to a single room - they also had food, but only two meals a day, and they were not full.

But Roland had five meals a day, and they were extremely rich.

Every time Roland's meals were delivered, they would draw curses from the prisoners - because except for Roland and the other three, everyone else was eating pig food.

And every time when it was time to eat, the big Naga would use a spoon to pour food into the prison. Those who could eat it would eat it, and those who couldn’t would lick it from the ground!

Many people tried their best to grab food but still could not get enough to eat, and at most they could only maintain their lives.

Not only was Roland's food the best, but the Nagas also brought in a lot of equipment so that Roland could practice physical skills well.

Roland asked to go out for some fresh air and was granted permission. From then on, every day a group of Nagas would take Roland to the hot springs to bathe.

Sometimes when Roland was out for some free time, a great Naga would accompany him in practicing martial arts.

Two other prisoners in solitary confinement requested to be allowed some fresh air, but they simply wandered the corridors of their cells for a while—going to a hot spring? Dream on!
That day, after Roland finished soaking in the hot spring, he came back and passed by the cells. He found that there were more people in each cell.

The place was so crowded, practically packed, that everyone had to squeeze in to sleep.

By this time, all the prisoners knew that there were three powerful men in the cell, and the tall, young wizard was the most powerful one among them.

They actually misunderstood.

In the entire cell, the most powerful ones are the other two big guys. Because they are both second-level Twilight Wizards, and they are not ordinary Twilight Wizards!

The three-headed snake was indeed trying its best to treat them well, but it was afraid that they would run away or cause trouble, so not only did it not dare to agree to all their requests, but the food it gave them was also the kind that had a lot of negative potions added to it.

Because Roland was relatively inexperienced, he wasn't afraid of him causing trouble, or even running away, because he couldn't cross the sea on his own. So, no matter what he wanted, the three-headed snake would satisfy his demands.

After all, whether he becomes the boss's son-in-law or works as a dairy cow on the "Faun's Farm", he needs a strong body, doesn't he?
Therefore, the three-headed snake treated Roland preferentially not because Roland was a big boss, but because he was suitable to be a son-in-law or a milk cow!

As a result, everyone misunderstood.

Since the people who came to take Roland out each time were not the jailers, but the upper-class Nagas, the jailers didn't know much about the situation, and the prisoners spread rumors.

Everyone was saying that Sir Lawrence was called in for another talk by 'Lord Saladin' today, and some people also said that Sir Lawrence was taken away by those beautiful Nagas today to familiarize himself with the work of 'cows'.

Some people even said that Sir Lawrence was just going there to get some fresh air, but there was a big Naga to help him scrub his body. His XP was a bit strange, and he liked to play with the big Naga.

It is said that the leader of the three-headed snake was very worried about this matter. He spared no expense to win over this 'Sir Lawrence' and even planned to marry his daughter to him. However, it turned out that this 'Sir Lawrence' liked men's butts.

It sounds like this Sir Lawrence was originally Gawain's intended son-in-law, but Saladin wanted Lawrence to be his son-in-law. I don't know why both of them insisted on having Lawrence as their son-in-law, as if Lawrence's greatest value was "reproduction".

Well, everyone doesn’t know that Gawain is actually Saladin’s identity on land, so everyone treats Gawain and Saladin as two people - Lao Deng intended to let Roland pretend to be Lawrence to deceive his daughter, instead of letting Roland marry his other daughter.

What was a little strange was that Saladin, the old man, clearly asked Roland to play Lawrence, but he did not give Roland any information about Lawrence.

Everything Roland knew now came from the jailers and prisoners.

It sounds like 'Sir Lawrence' is a famous swordsman and a 'saint' of the Holy See.

But the reason why he became famous was not because of his swordsmanship or his status as a saint, but because he was a cruel official of the 'Inquisition'!

It is said that he is extremely loyal to his Father God.

And he has killed more dark wizards than the people in this cell combined.

From these things, it seems that Old Biden really has a son-in-law like Lawrence.

So, what Lao Deng said at that time wasn't a hint at me? Was I just overthinking it?

So he is not the Thousand-Eyed King?

Roland was a little confused.

As Roland walked into the prison corridor, the previously noisy cells gradually became silent as he passed by. Everyone avoided his gaze, not daring to meet his gaze.

Roland thought to himself, "Lorens is a genuine swordsman, how can I pretend?"

Sighing secretly, Roland looked at the Nagas around him and asked, "A new group of people came today?"

The leading Naga said respectfully, "This is the last batch. We will soon start separating the useless people one by one and escorting them to special slave ships. How is your training going?"

Roland's face looked a little ugly.

Gao Wen Lao Deng's requirements were quite high, but he only gave Roland one month.

Roland's foundation is indeed good. With the help of various precious foods and potions, he has completed the first level of training in the Night Demon Secret Art.

But in order to reach the strength of 'Sir Lawrence', Roland must at least practice the Night Demon Secret Art to the second level.

Roland found that he had almost no bottleneck in body refining, but it would take at least several decades to reach the second level.

Roland sighed secretly: "Let's go to the slave ship. The security here is too strict. There may be a chance to escape on the slave ship."

Roland was under great pressure because the destination of the slave ship was a dairy farm!

It sounds like that dairy farm is called something like 'Faun's Farm'. It's definitely not a good place.

Roland couldn't understand what Old Deng was thinking.

Old Deng said that he wanted him to play the role of Lawrence and give his daughter to him. At the same time, he acted as if he would definitely send Roland to the Faun's farm.

No matter what, I will definitely have to board the slave ship next.

That night, the sirens outside the prison corridor sang beautiful songs as usual, and the prisoners immediately fell drowsy - this was to prevent someone from causing trouble at night.

These sirens were already very powerful, and the prisoners had no magical powers and could not prevent themselves from hearing the singing, so after half an hour, even the wizard with the strongest willpower fell asleep.

After more than ten minutes, the singing stopped and the jailers outside started playing cards.

The ship became very quiet, and Roland slowly opened his eyes.

He pinched himself hard, and his eyes suddenly became clearer.

Recently, a ghost story has been circulating in the cell - someone was dancing in the corridor outside the cell in the middle of the night.

The figure was extremely strange, looking like a giant penguin with a head growing on its chest.

Her dancing moves were also extremely strange, looking both scary and funny.

(End of this chapter)