I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha.

Chapter 92 Cooperation
In Helena's heart, Senior Roland has always been a poor, pathetic guy.

To be precise, he is a poor gambler.

Unlike me, I save all my money and buy things to make money.

As a wealthy woman, Helena never thought that she would meet her poor senior in such a consumption place.

So, when she entered the room and saw the tall man's back, she subconsciously thought of him as a senior heir of a wealthy and aristocratic family, and didn't think of Roland.

It was not until she came to the counter and saw Roland's meaningful expression that she recognized who he was.

Helena was stunned at first, then she stuck out her tongue, turned around and wanted to run, but Roland's big hand slapped her shoulder and pinned her to the ground.

"What a coincidence, Junior Helena." Roland said with a half-smile.

"Haha, haha. What a coincidence, Senior Roland." Junior Helena forced a smile.

Roland patted Helena's shoulder with a smile and said, "Don't be nervous, I just want to say hello. By the way, I want to ask you a favor."

When a gambler asks you to "beg you a favor", what could it be?

Helena immediately became alert. She glanced at the silver pocket watch in Roland's hand and thought to herself, "Well, Senior Roland, Lord Wallace has warned you against gambling, and yet you're still pawning this rare item!"

"Not only did he pawn the rare item, he even wanted to borrow money from me to gamble!"

"If I lend him this money, he will definitely borrow it next time. If I don't, I'll be blamed again. But if I lend him the money, not only will he borrow more and more and never pay it back, but I'll also have to face the blame from his family."
'He's just like my brother!'

'No! I cannot help the evildoers!'

Having made up her mind not to lend any money, Helena looked up at the tall senior Roland with an innocent smile on her face. "What's the matter, Senior Roland? Just tell me, as long as it's something you need, I'll definitely help!"

Roland was overjoyed and said quickly, "Great! I'm a little short on money lately. Lend me two hundred magic stones, and I'll definitely pay you back within a week!"

After hearing this, Helena's face changed slightly, and she thought to herself, "I knew it was this kind of thing!"

She said with a grim expression, "Senior Roland, how can I have two hundred magic stones? I haven't even paid you back yet—Oh, I see, you misunderstood! I'm here to run errands for someone! Grandpa Kermit, please say something! I've been misunderstood."

The old craftsman, who had a somewhat eccentric temper and had previously been very impatient with Roland, now responded to Helena. Without even looking up, he said, "Yes, yes, they are all Miss Yingtao's things."

If Roland didn't know the details of this damn girl, he would have been deceived by her!

He said anxiously: "Helena, stop it, I'm really in a hurry. I know you have money, please lend me some, otherwise I will be in trouble."

Look at that! What kind of talk is that? How much gambling debt does this gambler have?
Helena couldn't help but glared at Senior Roland and said, "Senior Roland, I really want to help you, but I really don't have any money. Why don't you ask other friends?"

Seeing Roland's suspicious face, Helena picked up the ordinary little bag at her waist and said with her neck stiff, "If you don't believe me, look it up!"

Roland reached out and grabbed her bag. Helena was horrified and held the bag tightly. "Senior Roland, why are you like this? I have a lot of girls' things here."

Roland had gone through someone's bag before, and his face flushed at being told this. He said, "Didn't you ask me to do it? It's fine if you don't want to lend me the money, but you still have to pay me back, right?"

Helena said pitifully, "Senior Roland, I know I owe you a lot of money, but it's so much money, how can I pay it back in one month? It will take at least three to five months to get it together. Can you give me some time?"

Roland was furious and thought to himself, "You little bitch, I'll let you pretend with me! I'll tie you up as soon as we leave the house!"

"You two little brats, how long are you going to quarrel here? Boy, do you have two hundred magic stones?" The old craftsman Kermit suddenly raised his head with an impatient look.

Roland hurriedly flipped through his dimensional bag and said, "Yes, yes. Two hundred magic stones should be enough."

The old craftsman said, "I already have a lot of orders from other people. Now I've cut in line for you and delayed their work. I need to negotiate with them. I didn't charge you more than the two hundred magic stones."

The old craftsman didn't care about money at all. The first time he asked, he hoped he'd give up. The second time, he wanted 200 magic stones, part of which would be his repair fee, and the rest he would use to make up for other customers. Roland hurriedly thanked him.

The old craftsman admonished her, "She is just a little girl and indeed owes you money, but as a senior, you shouldn't push her so hard."

Roland was utterly embarrassed, yet he couldn't explain himself. He knew the old craftsman had misunderstood, thinking Helena owed him a large sum. He couldn't say she only owed him five magic stones, so he nodded repeatedly.

At this time, he had poured out all the magic stones in the bag. After scanning it with his mental power, he suddenly remembered that he only had 197 magic stones!
Roland couldn't help but look at Helena again: "Can you at least return the three magic stones to me first?"

Helena pouted and said to the old craftsman, "Grandpa Kermit, he's short of three magic stones. It's just a small amount of money, so don't take it."

This girl didn't even want to return the three magic stones. Roland's eyes twitched in anger.

Fortunately, the old craftsman didn't make a fuss and waved the two little devils away: "Come and pick up the goods within three days."

Roland thought to himself, "I'll get rid of the ghosts these past two nights and then make a few puppets to practice with. The academy should have some good puppet props. Since I'm just practicing, I can just steal a few."

After leaving the house, Roland said with a stern face, "Junior Helena, I don't have a penny now. When will you return the five magic stones you owe me?"

Helena also realized that Roland had not come to pawn rare items. However, she had already lied that she had no money, so it was difficult to go back on her word.

Besides, if he didn’t go to gamble today, who knows if he will go to gamble again tomorrow?
If he knew that I had money, wouldn't he come to borrow from me all day long?
The money you earn with hard work is for making more money! If you lend it to a gambler, he won't pay it back!

Thinking of this, Helena started to play the victim again. She said, "Senior Roland, I'm also very poor now. It's really hard for a poor girl like me to get by. Hey, senior, you seem to have a lot of ways to make money. Is there anything I can do for you?"

Helena's last sentence was true. Senior Roland was such a gambler, yet he had the money to repair rare artifacts. How much money did he make this month?
Roland frowned and asked, "Are you serious?"

Helena nodded hurriedly. "Senior, I've already spent all my money. There are still five months until the next semester. I need to save money. If you have a good way to make money, can you take me with you? I'll do anything for you."

Roland rubbed his chin, thinking he could ask Helena to help him with the potion ingredients. He asked a few questions, but the girl just shook her head, indicating she didn't understand. She kept repeating the same three words: "I can't do it, I won't learn, and I won't pay you back."

Roland was furious. Seeing no one around, he pushed the schoolgirl against the wall and said, "You little bitch, are you kidding me? I don't even have enough money to buy magic powder. If you don't pay me back, I'm going to stay at your place tonight!"

Helena turned her head away with a blushing face and said, "Adam and the others are rich. I'm not kidding you. I really want to earn some pocket money."

Roland rubbed his forehead.

After thinking for a moment, he wrote a list for Helena: "Please help me buy things. There are many people in the academy who are also buying things, but their purchase prices are definitely not as high as mine. I will give you one magic stone per liter. I don't care how much you charge, and the extra money is yours."

Helena took it and looked at it curiously, then her face flushed red. She glared at Senior Roland as if he were a pervert.

Roland suddenly realized that he must have been misunderstood. With an extremely grim expression, he took out the new recipe for the Femme Fatale and threw it to the girl.

"Hey, the femme fatale is made of such disgusting stuff? Luckily I can't see it. Oh no, luckily I can't afford it."

Helena took another look and suddenly opened her mouth wide. "Wait, are these all the ingredients? Isn't this a zero-cost business? The Alexandra family's formula is too much. How many magic stones have you earned this month?!"

Roland said nothing.

Helena asked again, "One magic stone for one liter. Are you sure? Can you eat whatever I charge?"

Seeing Helena's serious expression, Roland showed a strange look. "Of course, I won't lie to you. But the materials must meet the requirements I gave you."

Helena's eyes lit up with the color of magic stone, and she said, "Okay, it's settled then. Come on, I'll treat you, poor wretch, to a meal in the cafeteria today!"

Roland touched the free cafeteria meal card in his pocket, then put it down.

Although he had already eaten breakfast and lunch not long ago, he still felt like he could eat more. He wanted to give his schoolgirl a good beating.

(End of this chapter)