I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha.

Chapter 46 Audacious!

Catherine had previously given the Baron a potion to keep him alive, and he would not die within seven days.

Tomorrow when Catherine goes to Valeria Castle, she will use the Holy Grail to ripen some herbs and then make a potion to make the Baron better.

Catherine said weakly, "So you shouldn't care about Baron Hall. What you should care about now is the injured lady in front of you."

Roland was searching for a knife and other tools in the package, and the instructor quietly observed Roland's profile.

A high nose bridge, deep eyes and a sunny and gentle face.

Roland was tall, with broad, heavy shoulders. If a woman lay in his embrace and listened to his powerful heartbeat, she would surely feel a great sense of security.

The instructor's face flushed inexplicably. She had always lacked a sense of security, but around this little apprentice, she inexplicably felt a sense of security.

Roland's hand suddenly touched his mentor's face.

tutor:"???"

"Oh no, why is your face so red and hot?"

The instructor's face turned even redder, and she narrowed her eyes and said, "Take your hands away."

"Teacher, your wound may be infected. I need to check it!"

"Don't touch my clothes, get away! Take your hands away!" Catherine saw Roland reaching out his hand to her chest. She was shocked, embarrassed and annoyed. She pushed him away in a hurry, but she had no strength.

Roland said, "You must have an infection, Catherine. I've been a swordsman for four years. I know surgery!"

"Idiot! I was just injured a few hours ago, how could I get infected!" Catherine almost fainted from anger, and her face turned even redder.

Roland was stunned. He glanced at his instructor's flushed face again. Something strange was brewing in his heart. He said nothing more and continued to search for surgical tools.

Seeing that Roland stopped messing with her, Catherine finally breathed a sigh of relief.

A few minutes later, Roland took out a bunch of things from the package and began to disinfect them with chemicals.

Mentor Catherine said, "That dagger is contaminated. Disinfection with potions is useless. Use divine power to purify it."

Roland was stunned and said, "Senior, you have never taught me this."

The instructor narrowed his eyes and asked, "So how did you deal with that demon?"

Roland said in surprise: "How can I deal with that kind of demon? It's Lord Wallace..."

"Stop pretending, brat!"

The instructor glared angrily, "In the process of exploring the deep world, you have already comprehended the Baron's swordsmanship to this level. How could you not have any understanding?"

Roland's expression changed slightly.

He thought to himself, "Could it be that I can use the Dawn Fire because of the Valeria swordsmanship? Oh, right, the demon said before that this swordsmanship is actually called 'Great Wilmik Dawn Swordsmanship'. Could it be that the Baron was able to deal with the evil god because of the Dawn Fire?"
Roland always felt that something was wrong.

The Fire of Dawn is a holy seal. This kind of thing should have nothing to do with swordsmanship.
Besides, this dagger doesn't seem to have been contaminated. Can it be disinfected with chemicals?
So, is the senior sister deliberately trying to trick me?
At this moment, Catherine suddenly sighed and said with some disappointment: "I thought that after going through so much together, we could trust each other."

"Teacher." Roland began to address him as "Teacher" again. He frowned and said, "Of course I won't hide it from you. But I really don't understand what you are talking about."

Seeing that the boy was unmoved, Catherine raised her eyebrows. "Roland, you don't have to be so wary of me. Can I really throw you onto the lab table? I gave you your notebook, and I guided you on your path. I understand your ability to comprehend things better than you do! There's no need to try to be clever with me on this matter!"

After a pause, Catherine continued, "It's just the Holy Fire. There's nothing to hide."

Roland's expression changed drastically.

After a moment, he sighed, thinking it was pointless to pretend any longer, so he stretched out his hand and released an arc of electricity towards the dagger.

With a snap, a pale golden flame ignited on the dagger.

Looking at the burning flame, the mentor was horrified.

She thought to herself: 'No wonder! No wonder the brat was able to get rid of that guy!'

Valeria's swordsmanship originated from the Great Vermik Sanctuary, and the Baron indeed possessed some of the Paladin's heritage. Therefore, those who practiced this swordsmanship had a certain chance of condensing the sacred "Fire of Life."

However! The physical strength of a high-level swordsman is not enough to condense the fire of life!
Even if one could unexpectedly condense the Fire of Life in advance, it would be impossible to use it in conjunction with magic like 'Arc'!
What's more, the sacred purity of Roland's flame is much purer than the Baron's flame, even purer than the holy fire in the hands of the high priests!

This isn't a flame that a swordsman or a paladin can wield; it's something that only a reincarnated angel or saint can wield!
Catherine guessed that Roland would unearth many treasures in the lower world, but theoretically speaking, he should only be able to comprehend things of extreme darkness.

But he himself realized the 'ultimate light'!
Catherine's eyes became more and more fanatical as she looked at Roland. She kept saying that she was not interested in Roland's secrets.

However, in her heart, she had an extremely strong desire to study (perversion), observe (voyeurism) and teach (stealing).

You must stay by your side, observe carefully, and teach well!
Then learn it secretly! ~
[Instructor's perverted voyeurism +100]

Catherine's mind was wandering, and she realized that Roland's hand had already reached out and was unbuttoning her chest!

"What do you want to do!" The tutor covered his chest in panic.

Roland frowned and said, "Senior, what are you thinking about? There must be a lot of tiny pieces of iron in your wound. You can't treat it well. Hurry up and stop being so pretentious. You just took a healing potion and the wound is healing. If you don't treat it quickly, I'm afraid you'll have to dig out a piece of flesh later."

Hearing this, the tutor's face turned pale.

Although some magic potions can make bones grow, who knows if the things that grow out later will be so perfect?
It’s definitely not as good as the original one!

"Ah." Roland suddenly sighed and said, "After going through so much, I thought we already trusted each other."

Catherine's face turned strange, and she said, "What do you want to say?"

Roland said, "I just want to treat your wound. I can do it with my eyes closed."

The instructor's expression changed for a long time. He opened his red lips and uttered three words: "Get out!"

Roland rolled his eyes, patted his butt and left. Catherine hurriedly sat up despite the pain and covered the gap in the straw hut with her coat.

'He's so bold!'

"This time I plan to go back to the family, should I take this kid with me, or let him go back to the academy first?"

Catherine was troubled.

Roland is a very courageous kid. Even though I use my status to pressure him all day long, he still dares to call me senior.

What would happen if he accidentally discovered that I was using his identity to negotiate with the elders?
It’s better to separate for a while, so that everyone can have some space and do their own things.

After leaving the hut, Roland took out a miniature basin from his bag. It looked a bit like silver, with many exquisite carvings of the dead on it.

He held the small basin, chanted an incantation, and walked around the battlefield. Then, the souls of the surrounding corpses flew into the small basin like smoke.

This small basin is actually a strange object, called the 'Reaper's Altar'. Its owner is probably a necromancer.

The extent of the damage is actually very serious, but it cannot be seen from the outside.

According to Wallace, when this artifact was intact, it could pull out the souls of a group of living people in a few breaths. Even if the souls were not pulled out immediately, those people would be unable to cast spells or move.

If a proper wizard used this thing on a group of apprentices, he would be like the god of death, easily taking away the apprentices' souls, and the apprentices wouldn't even have a chance to escape.

However, it is now damaged beyond repair and can only be used as a tool to collect souls.

In any case, it saves money on buying similar magic props. Things like this that collect souls are black magic props and cannot be bought in a normal witch market.

The small basin was originally empty, but after collecting the souls, some mercury-like liquid appeared in it.

"I wonder if the academy teaches knowledge about necromancy. I'm somewhat interested in things about necromancers."

These 'mercury' are souls, and they can be used to create undead. Of course, they can also be fed to Wallace.

Roland opened the dimensional bag, took out Wallace's body, and poured the liquid in the basin on him.

Wallace's body absorbed these souls. Although he was still asleep, the flesh on his neck began to wriggle.

Roland thought to himself, "If I sleep for one night, I'll probably be able to grow a new head."

Roland put Wallace's body back into the dimensional bag, and then used a 'small candle' to dispose of the bodies on the ground.

Looking at the corpses that turned into blood in the black smoke of the candles, Roland thought to himself: "This way, no other creatures will be attracted."

The instructor was temporarily unable to move, so Roland, considering that they might camp here tonight, disposed of all the corpses nearby.

"I'm a little hungry, let's make a fire and roast some dry food."

At this moment, the instructor's voice suddenly came from the straw hut: "Luo, Luo Lan, you, you come here."

Roland had a strange look on his face, thinking to himself, "I was right. She probably can't handle this alone. Mentor, please don't give me any hard times. I can't do this kind of work with my eyes closed."
(End of this chapter)