I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha.

Chapter 85 This is also considered a retreat
Level 3 monsters were at the level of high-level apprentices. Although they were generally unable to defeat high-level apprentices, they could easily defeat low-level apprentices like Roland.

The female ghost didn't need to do anything. She just had to pounce on Roland, and the negative energy in her body would turn Roland into a dried corpse.

Forest rangers must patrol the forest once a month. Roland had just boasted about this when he encountered such a big trouble.

"If this problem is not resolved, I won't be able to patrol the forest. Then I will be hunted down by my senior. If we can both flee together, she won't have to worry about getting married."

Roland shook his head and thought: "There is still a month left. There must be a way to drive away that female ghost."
Although he didn't dare to provoke the female ghost for the time being, he had to deal with the undead wandering nearby. Otherwise, there would be too many monsters and the barrier would be damaged. Then the Red Spirit would come in.

He came to the edge of the barrier, summoned the Wind Prince, and then returned to the barrier.

The Wind Prince swept through the forest with a strong wind, sweeping some of the nearby undead into the tornado and blowing them to the vicinity of the barrier.

Afterwards, Roland walked out of the barrier again, opened fire at full power, and released five or six chain lightning + dawn fire, quickly clearing out the undead in the tornado.

At this time, only half of the undead were left around the cabin.

Roland returned to the barrier and muttered, "Alright, I'll leave some for the ballet ghosts as an audience."

Thinking of this, Roland touched his chin and asked, "Can the ballet ghost handle that female ghost?"

This is a very bad idea, but it is feasible.

But he couldn't fail, because if he failed, he would become a puppet. If the red-clothed female ghost happened to pounce on him again, it would be a lot of fun.

"The plan is feasible, but I have to deal with both the female ghost and the ballet ghost. Both monsters are elusive and can run to my side in the blink of an eye. It's too difficult."

"If I rely on the lantern, I can protect the female ghost. But I lack the means to deal with the ballet ghost. I have to save money to repair my pocket watch this month, otherwise this plan will not succeed."

Roland wanted to use the Ballet Ghost to subdue the Red Spirit. In the process, he might reveal some hidden tricks. So he didn't want to ask anyone for help. He wanted to take a risk.

Judging from his 56-minute dance record, he has some confidence that he can do it well, but the prerequisite is to repair the silver pocket watch.

At the same time, in order to subdue the third-level female ghost in red, he also needs to purchase some undead magic and related ritual materials.

If I could really get that red ghost, I would have the confidence to fight anyone I meet in the Black Forest.

"My magical artifacts need repairing anyway, and I'm out of magic stones. During this period of seclusion, I'll meditate and practice every night, and practice magic and brew potions during the day."

Roland went back to the house and had a meal.

The house was bare of furniture, not even a wooden table. Roland finished his meal squatting in front of the fire pit in the kitchen.

After lunch, Roland got a dozen or so flower pots and transplanted the mermaid grass from the dimensional bag into them, planning to ripen one plant every night.

Afterwards, he came to the alchemy room and placed all the alchemy tools and materials he had purchased in the alchemy room.

While cleaning the alchemy room, Roland accidentally found a magic stone and was very happy for a long time.

"I'm lucky today, so let's make the 'Femme Fatale' potion first! Once I save enough money, I can repair artifacts and buy magic!"

Having made up his mind, Roland reread the recipe for the Femme Fatale, sorted all the ingredients, and then began to process them according to the recipe.

This wasn't Roland's first time brewing a femme fatale. He knew the potion's success depended on temperature control, firing time, extraction steps, material preparation, proportions, and other factors. The formula in his hand was a product of his mentor's countless experiments, and the various factors were clearly spelled out, so Roland didn't need to do any further research.

However, even if you follow the recipe exactly, success isn't guaranteed. This is because different environments contain different magical elements, and even small differences in these elements can affect the firing results.

In order to reduce the impact on the environment, alchemists of all generations have come up with many methods.

Some people, relying on the influence of their families, have invested heavily in building laboratories. The advantage of this solution is that, regardless of the potion being brewed, the laboratory environment can significantly increase the success rate. The disadvantage is that it requires a lot of manpower and material resources, and no matter how well-built the laboratory is, the success rate cannot be guaranteed to be 100%.

Moreover, the potions produced by the laboratory are often standardized potions. The potions can reach a high level of quality, but it is rare to produce top-quality potions.

Some powerful beings use divination to find the most suitable location and time for refining, seeking the right time, place, and people. This method is highly esoteric and relies on a certain amount of luck. Sometimes, even with perfect conditions, a poor potion is produced. But other times, even with poor conditions, a top-quality potion is produced!
Various strange phenomena over a long period of time have led wizards to believe that the success rate and quality of potions are affected by some factors of the "chaotic system".

In order to improve the success rate and quality, rare items such as the Crucible of Slumber appeared.

This is a real magic. According to some alchemy masters, this kind of alchemical wonder can often illogically improve the success rate and quality of potions.

Even if a wizard squats in a cesspool, throws the materials into this kind of strange thing at random, and burns it randomly despite the interference of flies and insects, there is a chance that he can refine a high-quality potion.

If the alchemist is proficient in divination and uses rare items to brew potions at the right time, place and people, the success rate of producing top-quality potions will be greatly increased!
Roland couldn't create an environment, nor did he know how to divine. Like all novice potion alchemists, he could only painstakingly refine potions in a simple alchemy room.

He did not seek to refine any top-grade magic potion. His only extravagant hope was that this strange object could really increase the success rate as rumored.

Prepared for all consequences, Roland took out the Crucible of Bitter Sleep and the alchemy table he had purchased.

The small crucible, neither gold nor wood, looked ordinary. After examining it, Roland discovered many tiny markings on it. Using his mental power to probe, he discovered that they were tiny runes.

“It turned out to be some simple instructions.”

After finishing his research, Roland waved his wand, and the crucible changed to the appropriate size according to Roland's wishes.

He waved his wand again, and the cauldron looked a little cleaner.

"One for resizing, one for cleaning. Only two functions?" Roland looked puzzled.

"Let's give it a try. Such a precious and rare item should be useful. Let's keep the crucible the same size as it is now, and refine it one bottle at a time."

After a few hours, all eight pots of potion were wasted.

"What went wrong?!"

Roland sat at the alchemy table with red eyes, unable to figure out the problem. "The steps, the timing, the proportions are all correct. My handling of the materials may not have been perfect, but it shouldn't be this bad."

"Something's wrong, there must be something wrong. During the firing process, the phenomenon inside the pot is exactly the same as what the instructor recorded!"

"And I have a magical item to help me!"

“Why are the phenomena exactly the same, but the results so different?”

Roland grabbed his hair, his eyes bloodshot.

(End of this chapter)