I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha.

Chapter 88 Mysterious Golem Plan
The soul shrine shook violently, and bursts of crying and shouting came from inside. Roland hurriedly waved his wand and chanted several soul-soothing spells before calming the creature inside the soul shrine.

"The boss told me at the beginning that this thing has a huge space. Even if I went to the cemetery to collect souls every day, I wouldn't be able to fill it up in three to five months. But it didn't take long for me to fill it up. That shows how many undead souls there are here!"

Roland originally used this soul shrine to collect souls, but it was full in less than a week. So he had to throw away some souls and exchange them for more expensive essences of the dead or ghosts.

It's no exaggeration to say that if Roland threw this soul shrine into a classroom and broke it, the classroom would become a haunted house that day. The freshmen in class wouldn't be able to handle it at all, and they would have to call the night watchmen.

After putting away the soul shrine, Roland drew a simple magic circle near the pile of corpses, then waved his wand at the pile of corpses on the ground. Then, with a buzzing sound, flames burst out from the pile of corpses.

This was Ignition, a standard trick, but it had been upgraded to level three by Roland. When used with a gray wand, its lethality was slightly stronger than that of an electric arc.

Roland kept waving his wand, intensifying the fire. The flames on the pile of corpses rose higher and higher. In just a few minutes, the fire was more than ten feet high.

The fire was contained by the magic circle near the pile of corpses, which intensified the fire. It was obvious that the flames inside the magic circle were constantly rolling.

After just a few minutes, the flames died down, leaving only a pile of ashes on the ground. Even the armor plating on some of the undead had melted into molten iron.

To prevent the ashes from reviving, Roland waved his wand at the ashes again. As if touching water, the ashes rustled and smoke rose from the pile, then slowly condensed into frost, eventually freezing into a large lump.

"What a waste of time! I wish I had a servant."

After eating another mermaid fruit, Roland touched Prince Wind's ring and sensed Prince Wind's location.

"To the east."

On the way, Roland picked up a lot of blood ray corpses, as well as some other small monsters, and even some squirrels and birds.

"This idiot, I told him to clean up the undead around the big house, and he put everything that can move on his hate list."

At this time, a strong wind blew from the woods ahead. Roland quickened his pace towards the source of the wind and saw the Prince of Wind in the forest.

The Wind Prince is fighting a knight in tattered armor.

Looking at that knight, Roland's pupils suddenly shrank.

"Darth Warrior?! Why are these things coming here?!"

Roland had been studying the textbooks on his own lately, and he had been reading the Forest Ranger's Manual over and over again. He was familiar with most of the monsters in the Black Forest.

The Dark Knights are level 2-3 undead. The weaker ones are in the category of intermediate apprentices, while the stronger ones are in the category of advanced apprentices.

Although in actual combat, the Dark Knight is no match for wizard apprentices of the same level, but when dealing with lower-level apprentices, he can defeat them with his strength.

If they encountered mindless black warriors, it would be easy, Adam and the other four could handle it. But if they encountered a thinking black warrior, even a level 2 black warrior would be more difficult to deal with than a mutant giant monster!
This black warrior was obviously a fool. He seemed to be attacking the Wind Prince, but in fact most of his attacks were hitting the 'air'.

A closer look revealed that the Black Warrior had been severely injured, his strength having fallen to the level of a low-level apprentice. However, the Wind Prince was still no match for him.

Although the Black Knight has been cutting the air, its blade has dark power. Occasionally, every time it hits the Wind Prince, the power of the Wind Prince will weaken a little.

On the other hand, although Prince Wind was constantly attacking the Black Warrior with wind blades, these wind blades were either blocked by the black smoke on the Black Warrior's body, or passed through his bones without causing any damage.

Moreover, the bones of this black warrior seemed to be extremely hard. Occasionally, a wind blade would penetrate the black smoke and hit it, leaving only a little white mark.

Roland's eyes moved slightly: "This black warrior is very good!"

Roland had previously summoned a Wind Prince, a mid-level apprentice. His realm was clearly a level higher than the Black Warrior's, yet he was completely powerless against him. After a moment, the Wind Prince had been reduced to just over three meters tall, no longer able to blow the Black Warrior away.

However, the black smoke on the black warrior's body became less and less, and his movements became slower and slower.

At this time, the black warrior was hung in the air by an invisible big hand. It swayed in the air like a chrysalis, and then pointed its sword in the direction of Roland.

Then, a stream of black smoke flashed across the black warrior's blade and instantly flew towards Roland. The barrier in front of Roland flashed, deflecting the black smoke in another direction, hitting a tree not far away.

The trees withered quickly, and dead leaves fell to the ground.

Roland nodded and said, "Not bad."

He took out his wizard hat and directly put the black warrior in mid-air into it.

"Unfortunately, I don't know necromancy yet. Otherwise, if I used Soul Tears to train him, he would definitely be a good servant. But he probably still couldn't defeat the Red Spirit. I'm short of money right now, so I'll sell him to Bernard. I'm sure I can trade this Black Knight for some good necromancy magic from him!"

Roland put away his wizard hat and looked happy.

At this moment, a red shadow flashed through the woods. Roland immediately broke out in a cold sweat. He left Prince Wind behind and ran towards the big house without looking back.

A few minutes later, he entered the barrier. The woodland behind him was very quiet, and the female ghost did not seem to be chasing him.

Roland secretly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

He had searched through the ranger's manual and textbooks over the past few days, but had not found any description of the Red Spirit.

However, he found a chilling ghost story in a diary in a drawer of the big house.

Roland still remembers some of the descriptions in it.

[——I saw her in the water. She was on my neck, she was riding on my neck!]

[——Don’t look back! Don’t look back!!!]

That was something left behind by the previous ranger. That unlucky guy met the Red Spirit while patrolling the forest and brought her back to the barrier.

Roland's scalp suddenly went numb. He ran to the living room with a sullen face and looked in the mirror. After confirming that there was nothing on his back, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"That female ghost isn't like an ordinary undead. She definitely can't beat the ballet ghost, but for me, she's more difficult to deal with than the ballet ghost."

"I need to repair the silver pocket watch as soon as possible. With it, I can be more confident. The end of the month is almost here, so I need to get this problem fixed and then go patrol the forest."

Unless absolutely necessary, Roland didn't want to ask Wallace to deal with the Red Spirit. Regardless of whether he could handle it or not, even if he could, Roland wouldn't dare call him over.

After all, the ballet ghost is in the front yard. If the ballet ghost jumps out when Wallace is dealing with the red spirit, it will be a lot of fun.

If Roland were alone at the scene, he could easily seal the Ballerina Ghost into the book. But if Wallace was there, he would have to find a way to have the Ballerina Ghost turn Wallace into wood first. If the Red Spirit pounced on Wallace's wood carving and possessed Wallace, that would be a real problem!
"I've got a lot of money, enough to buy necromancy and repair my pocket watch. Bernard seems to be using the puppetized corpse to make a puppet. So, can I make the ballet ghost into a puppet too?"

Full of thoughts, Roland took out the magic powder and sprinkled it into the fireplace, then returned to the academy with the harvest he had gained in the past few weeks.

(End of this chapter)