I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha.

Chapter 47 Brilliant Starry Sky

After Roland lifted the lid of the straw hut, he saw his mentor lying on the weeds. Her forehead was covered in sweat and her face was even paler than before.

It seemed that she had already used up all her remaining strength before she had even finished treating her wounds.

Roland sighed inwardly, "Although she's taken a lot of potions before, she's exhausted both physically and mentally. I'm afraid she can't even perform a single trick now, yet she's still trying to act tough."
When the instructor saw Roland coming, he clutched the clothes covering his chest tightly and said, "I'll teach you a few spells."

These spells are magic tricks. They can be used to apply local anesthesia, clean iron debris from wounds, and heal wounds.

The instructor had just tried to use these spells to heal the wounds, but just as Roland had predicted, she couldn't do it alone. Or rather, she couldn't heal the wounds beautifully enough.

"Do you understand?" the instructor asked.

Roland nodded to indicate that he had learned it.

The instructor looked at Roland for a moment, his face flushed, as if he wanted to ask a stupid question. But in the end, he closed his eyes in shame and turned his head away. "Make the wound look better."

Catherine knew full well whether Roland could treat the wound with his eyes closed. After all, she had called Roland in because he couldn't see the wound clearly.

"Why are you still standing there?" Teacher Catherine urged, closing her eyes. "Hurry up and lift my clothes off."

"I need to prepare some tools first." Roland replied.

Catherine opened her eyes and found Roland taking out tweezers and other tools from the package. He sorted the tools into categories and then disinfected them with chemicals.

Seeing Roland's attentiveness, the instructor felt a sense of relief. She thought, "Roland was once a swordsman. Treating battlefield wounds is a must for knights' squires... He should have a basic understanding of surgical procedures, and he's very attentive."

Having finally been able to live again, Catherine cherishes her body.

Although her chest wounds weren't serious, they were numerous and complicated. If treated well, she could recover perfectly. But if not, she would suffer in the future.

"Close your eyes, mentor," Roland said.

A blush appeared on Catherine's face. She closed her eyes obediently and turned her head away.

She said very hypocritically: "No, no messing around"

Before she could finish her words, Roland covered her face with his coat.

Catherine's inner thoughts: '%￥￥*@'

"Don't move." Roland frowned and observed the wound.

No wonder the senior couldn’t handle it alone. People standing in front of the mountain cannot see the ravine (wound) behind the mountain.

Not only could the senior student not see the wound, but when she looked down while walking, she couldn't see the instep of her foot either.

"The holy power of the holy sword seems to be in great conflict with the power of the mentor. The situation is dire. Not a single fragment can be left."
Roland's face grew serious. He picked up the wand without a second thought and began to cast a spell. As he chanted the spell, the fragments of the broken sword slowly flew from the wound into the wand.

Most of the fragments left the wound and were collected by the wand, but some fragments had to be carefully opened with some small tools to fly out.

The whole process is no less than a surgical operation.

If Roland had not reached superhuman levels in terms of eyesight, dexterity, and control over his own body, he would have found it difficult to complete such a task even with the convenience of magic.

After cleaning the wound, Roland was already sweating profusely.

He forced himself to cheer up, chanted the healing spell again, and carefully healed the wound.

When the last wound was perfectly healed, Roland looked at the 'perfect shape' before him and had two thoughts.

Her first thought was: Perfect, the mission was finally completed, and she shouldn't have to worry about it anymore.

The second thought is unforgettable.

Roland put away his messy thoughts, fastened the senior sister's underwear, and put the coat that was covering her face back on her chest.

Catherine seemed to have fallen asleep, her face flushed.

He wiped the sweat off the senior sister's face with a wet towel and whispered, "Sleep peacefully, the wound has healed perfectly. You don't have to wipe your tears secretly when you look in the mirror anymore."

After packing up his things, Roland left two bottles of restorative potion and quietly left the hut.

'Looks like we'll have to camp here tonight.'

Roland sat on the ground with his back against the small thatched hut, meditating and keeping watch.

A moment later, a faint rustling sound came from the straw hut behind him. It seemed that a lady who was pretending to be asleep was secretly getting dressed.

Roland showed a strange look. He stood up and left the hut. He went to the woods to collect some dry firewood and went to the toilet. Afterwards, Roland built a campfire and made a pot of witch stew with the dry food and dried meat in his bag.

"The meat is almost done, and the teacher has food in her purse, so there's no need to bother her."

'Oh, I almost forgot about Anna.'

Roland took out the wizard hat and checked it, and found that Anna in the hat was asleep.

"Most of Anna's injuries have healed. This guy is truly a monster."

"Let her stay in the wizard's hat for now, so she won't make trouble when she wakes up."
After dinner, Roland sat by the campfire and read for a while. He wrote down the spells, the uses of strange objects, magic circles, and other knowledge he had learned that day.

After finishing his homework for the day, Roland stared at the starry sky in a daze.

"What are your plans next?" A voice came from the straw hut behind him.

Roland replied: "Back to the academy."

The man in the straw hut behind was silent for a moment, then said, "Aren't you planning on going back to town?"

"There's nothing to see anymore." Roland knew his mentor would go to the castle. He said, "Baron Hall is still alive. There's no need for me to go back and see anyone."

Catherine hesitated for a moment in the straw hut and said, "I plan to go back to my family later. It will take some time before I can return to the academy."

Roland's eyes suddenly lit up. He really wanted to go back to the academy on his own and really hoped that his instructor would give him some private space.

He hesitated for a while and chose not to respond. Instead, he remained silent and waited for the instructor's decision.

After a while, the person in the straw hut said angrily, "I will be very busy during this period and will not have time to take you back. You can go back by yourself tomorrow!"

Roland was overjoyed: "As you wish."

The hut was silent for a long time, and then a new voice was heard: "Do you still remember the location of the teleportation array?"

Roland nodded and said, "Remember, there's one near the fern forest. Wallace and I will be able to reach the academy tomorrow."

Catherine said, "It's better to go earlier. It's time for you to get in touch with the various major schools. This is the only way for you to go. After being tempered in the academy, you will have the opportunity to make further progress. Otherwise, being a low-level apprentice will be your end."

Roland nodded deeply. He needed to improve his foundation at the academy. He also needed to enter the academy, shed the label of a wild wizard, and gain the identity of a wizard.

Wizards are the most powerful rulers in the world. In their eyes, there is no difference between Muggle lords, knights, and commoners. They are all lambs.

This was his only chance to enter the real wizarding world, a chance to transcend class. If he lost this chance, he would have to be a commoner, a pig or a dog.

Catherine added, "Go as soon as possible. If you have any questions along the way, ask Wallace."

Roland: "I understand."

At this moment, an invisible force flashed out with the straw hut as the center, covering the area within a radius of 100 meters.

Catherine said, "With this barrier in place, you don't have to keep vigil tonight. Meditate well. The core content of the Alayeh Codex is to contact the lower world. You will gain a lot from your meditation today."

After giving some thoughtful instructions, Catherine went to bed.

Roland blocked out all distracting thoughts and entered into a state of ecstatic meditation.

Three hours later, the feeling of smooth meditation gradually disappeared, and the growth of magic power and the advancement of realm became extremely slow.

Roland opened his eyes, checked his body, and then opened the "Alayeh Notebook" to check his situation. He found that his realm had increased to 45%.

But he felt no joy in his heart.

Judging from the contents of Alaye's notes and some of Catherine's words, the faster one cultivates, the harder it will be to break through the bottleneck. If one reaches the bottleneck after sleeping, then breaking through the bottleneck will be as difficult as ascending to heaven.

"There should be potion recipes for advancement in the academy, right?"

Roland felt that he might reach the bottleneck within a month, but without strong external help, he might not be able to break through in ten years.

"Money, I need money. Everything in the ruins is broken, can they be sold for a good price?"

'And can I sell these things if their origins are questionable?'

Black Abyss Academy is a demonic sect, and low-level apprentices are consumable. Only when they advance to the intermediate level do they become valuable.

(End of this chapter)