Wizard: This mushroom is too fierce.

Colin's pupils widened, and an expression of disbelief appeared on her charming face. She, a delicate noblewoman, was standing in front of him dressed in gorgeous clothes, yet he didn't let her into his house immediately, but instead asked her what her value was.

Colin's face turned grim, and she stammered, unable to speak for a moment.

This was not quite what she had imagined, or rather, this Roland was not like the men her sisters had encountered; he was somewhat special.

"My lord... I..." Colin covered his ample chest, revealing a pitiful expression, trying to fully exude his charm.

Roland frowned slightly. He realized that the other party seemed to want to use her body to exchange for the spot, so his expression gradually turned cold: "Madam, please have some self-respect. If you have nothing else to say, please leave."

"My time is precious, and I have many things to do, so I won't keep you company any longer." Roland took a step back and closed the door.

Snapped!

"Wait!" Colin's slender, nail-painted fingers reached in, stopping the door from closing. She then suddenly rushed in, glancing down the hallway like a thief. Finding no one around, she quickly closed the door, then revealed a shy expression: "Lord Roland, I can be your slave!"

She knew that some men of low status, once they rose in power, enjoyed humiliating women who had once looked down on them, and Colin guessed that Roland was no exception.

So, as she spoke, she pulled off the knot at the back of her long skirt, revealing her fair and smooth body, and the layers of fullness hidden beneath her underwear: "It's the kind of female slave in the mortal world where you can do whatever you want and humiliate her at will."

"Value?" Roland interrupted him, speaking in an angry tone, "Where is your value? What I need is a shrewd and capable servant, like the knight squire in the legend of Rek'om."

Rek'ohm slaying the dragon is the most famous knightly tale in the mortal world. In the story, his squire was a highly skilled blacksmith who forged a divine weapon for him and died fighting to the death on the way to conquer the dragon.

"And you?" Roland's words were sharp: "Excuse my bluntness, but a noblewoman like you has probably done this quite a few times back in the mortal kingdoms."

"Your body, your appearance, mean nothing to me."

"Not even as appealing as a manual on knightly breathing techniques." Roland didn't say his next sentence aloud, but just muttered to himself, "Not even as practical as a book."

Roland's sharp words completely crushed the beautiful woman, Colin, who was trying to find a man's help. She glared at Roland resentfully, then put on her clothes without looking back and left Roland's room.

"Crazy..." Colin cursed as he walked, "How could I have run into such a pervert?"

After the woman left, Roland quickly closed the door, then sat down limply, panting heavily.

The air was still filled with the pleasant scent of rouge. Roland closed her eyes, trying her best to calm herself down.

With the woman beside him, practically naked, and not being a eunuch, how could he not react? This wasn't something his will, as a newly appointed wizard apprentice, could control; it was his body's desire for its other half.

However, Roland knew very well that the harm caused by doing such a thing would far outweigh the benefits.

He was aware of the academy's plan to equip every wizard apprentice with a "servant," and it was indeed such a thing.

However, this servant will not only be chosen from the current candidates, but also from other slaves, including some races from the dungeons, and races from other worlds...

In short, it is unrealistic to rely solely on the current candidates to maintain the balance between servants and wizard apprentices.

Similarly, this also brings up a problem: servants are bound to be both good and bad. The various underground caves in the underworld contain many races that are talented in a certain area, and Roland's target is those servants.

Moreover, the Wizarding Association has strict regulations that limit the number of servants each wizard apprentice can have. If the number is exceeded, or if servants are changed multiple times in a short period of time, it will inevitably attract the strict scrutiny of the Ethics Tribunal.

Of course, this rule only applies to those born in the Wizarding World or those who choose to submit to the Wizarding World. For those who rebel against the Wizarding World, the wizards will show them what cruelty is.

"Which to choose: a beautiful maid or a maid with extraordinary talents? That's a matter of opinion."

After calming himself down, Roland stood up expressionlessly, went to his desk, and put the books into his spatial ring.

"I've wasted a lot of time... and my body has reached its limit." Roland said regretfully, staring at the time displayed on the mechanical clock, "The human body is still too weak."

"If only there were a way to study 24/7!"

......

The next day, Roland left the dormitory and went to Northwind City where his teacher was located. With the help of the minotaur Torrell, he completed the move.

His new home is a large detached villa, which was specially arranged by his teacher Ashius. He said that his students should not live in the standard houses built by the architects of the deep caves. If they are going to live, they should live in the best.

The villa is surrounded by a fence made of fine wood, with only a small gate. Inside the courtyard, there is a lush green lawn, a precisely cut marble floor, a small parasol, and a swimming pool.

Roland went inside. The villa's interior decoration and environment were excellent, in a standard European style with white walls and red bricks. All kinds of supporting facilities were also complete, and almost everything looked brand new.

"Brothers of the Thunderhorn tribe, thank you for your help." After the move was completed, Roland expressed his gratitude to the group of minotaurs that Torell had brought: "This is a magic stone; consider it my reward to you."

The minotaurs didn't move; they simply rubbed their heads with their broad hands and turned their gaze to Torrell.

Torell did not accept it directly. According to the rules, servants like them were not qualified to accept magic stones, especially the magic stones of Lord Ashius's students.

Moreover, to wizards, they were merely defeated slaves and servants; what right did they have to be treated equally?

But Torell thought of his brothers behind him, and the hardships the Thunderhorn tribe had faced when they first arrived, and after hesitating for a moment, he said, "Thank you, Lord Roland. I will accept it on their behalf."

"If Lord Roland ever needs anything from our Thunderhorn tribe, please let us know."

Torell continued, "Although our Thunderhorn tribe has only recently moved here with Lord Ashius and has no established foundation, we are numerous, and we have many minotaur brothers."

"They are all excellent farmers, and there are also many soldiers."

"If you need to go on an adventure and venture into the underground world, they will be your most loyal shield."

Finally, Torrel extended his left hand, and his minotaur brothers followed suit, performing a minotaur heart-touching gesture to express their gratitude and respect.

"May the winds of magic and the radiance of Mother Earth always shine upon you. You are the best friend of the Thunderhorn tribe, esteemed Lord Roland!"