Wizard: This mushroom is too fierce.

Two days later, Roland took off his clothes and sat in a tub of warm water.

Roland sat cross-legged, took out the "Sunburn Potion" from his spatial ring. The potion was stored in a crystal bottle. Roland opened the bottle and poured it onto the water.

After strands of golden liquid fell onto the water's surface, the large amount of golden liquid continuously decomposed like ink, turning the entire surface of the water golden.

Roland's gaze sharpened slightly. He took a deep breath to adjust his state and prepare to face the impact of the "Scorching Sun" potion.

Three minutes later, the scorching sun potion completely dissolved and decomposed, turning into wisps of golden magical particles that began to enter Roland's skin.

Roland's face flushed red, and the intense pain in his body caused him to groan continuously. After a while, Roland felt his body fall into a state of numbness, just like when he took the psychotropic drug when he was still a trainee apprentice.

"Patience... means being able to think things through and endure it!" Roland's gaze was firm, and he gritted his teeth.

Taking advantage of this moment, he threw a white gem into the water, and then Roland entered meditation, rapidly increasing his mental strength.

[Mental Strength +2]

Constitution +0.3

......

An hour later, Roland opened his eyes, exhaled a breath of stale air, lowered his gaze, and searched for a moment in the increasingly murky water. The next moment, the Moonstone appeared in his hands.

However, the pure white gemstone is now stained with traces of black marks, which are magical toxins left in his body from the potion.

According to Senior Morrow, once the surface of the gemstone is completely covered in black, the Moonstone can be discarded and thrown into a recycling center.

Roland estimated that it would last him about a month.

The effects of the Scorching Sun Potion were also very good. Roland carefully felt his mental strength, and the initial increase was enormous. He had increased his mental strength by about two points, which was almost half a month's worth of meditation progress.

As he spoke, Roland focused his attention on his mental space.

[You scum of the wizarding world, you deserve to die a horrible death!]

A message written in a wizarding language appeared in Roland's mental space. Roland's eyes turned icy: "A curse from another dimension!"

Clearly, this is the useless curse that Senior Moro mentioned.

Roland also had his own guess about its origin: "It's probably because some of the ingredients in this potion came from a plane that was invaded by a wizarding world."

Cruelty and bloodshed are the laws of the astral plane. The wizarding world is vast, and wizarding organizations are constantly waging interplanetary wars. Many of these magical materials come from there.

In the astral plane, weakness is the original sin; this is a consensus among all wizards in the wizarding world.

Roland stood up from the bucket and said in a deep voice, "Amelia, could you please tidy up the house?"

The next moment, a blonde elven girl dressed as a maid carefully entered. She handed Roland a towel, then knelt down and placed a pair of pure white cotton slippers on his feet: "Lord Roland, please put on your shoes."

Emilia, a wood elf servant sent by the academy, is described in her information as having once been a noblewoman in the great elven world, and is 205 years old.

Elves have long lifespans; this age is considered childlike among them.

Roland looked down at the elven girl, whose beauty and figure were exceptional. Her face showed a fawning and obsequious expression, as if she had resigned herself to her fate or had been completely controlled by the charm magic of the Mind School. She had only one belief in her heart: to dedicate everything to Roland.

After wiping himself down and putting on his shoes and clothes, Roland walked expressionlessly toward his laboratory.

Emilia seemed to have something to say. She took a deep breath, inhaling the scent in the air, a faint blush rising to her cheeks. She tiptoed, lifted her white silk dress, and asked, "My lady...would you like Emilia to warm your bed?"

"When I arrived, the steward told me that this is an essential etiquette for human maids."

Roland stopped and looked at the golden-haired elven girl with a scrutinizing gaze for the first time.

From top to bottom, she wore a black and white maid outfit, white silk stockings, and black ankle boots—a classic human maid ensemble. Coupled with her extraordinary beauty, from a human perspective, if I were a lecherous person, I probably would have already fought her eight hundred times.

However... Roland remained silent. He looked out the window at the sky, his eyes seemingly piercing through infinite distances, staring directly at a plane burning with endless fire.

The name of the first-level fire elemental, "Gabbs," is like a sword of Dalik, constantly reminding Roland that he cannot be complacent and that he needs to keep moving forward without slacking off for even a moment.

His gaze turned cold, and Roland's voice was deep and cold as he rebuked, "Emilia, mind your place..."

"Your role here is that of a living experimental subject!"

"I don't need any special services. My time is precious. Just do what you're supposed to do."

.......

Meanwhile, outside the courtyard, while Roland was taking the Sunburn Potion...

Roland's continuous muffled groans attracted the attention of the Puji.

The first to hear the sound was the swordsman mushroom Karak, who was practicing his sword in the courtyard. He stopped swinging his sword and stared blankly at the figure that was faintly visible by the window.

Muffled groans, sounds of endurance, and painful moans reached its ears in succession. A faint sadness appeared in Karak's eyes. It knew that the figure that was faintly visible by the window was its king.

What is the king doing?

Why make such a painful sound?

Why endure? The king is omnipotent; is there anything he cannot do?

Karak didn't know; it couldn't even think.

Its emotions were filled with frustration, and every painful cry of the king seemed to be a trampling of its vow to protect the king for life.

But...

Karak looked at his sword.

I don't know how much time has passed, but it hasn't made any progress at all.

The eyes of the sword-wielding mushroom shimmered with starlight. It sat on the plate and cried softly, "Wind...where are you? I have tried my best, but why can't I still feel your breath?"

"My king..."

"I have disappointed my king..."

Enraged and frustrated, Karak lost his composure. He picked up his longsword and began swinging it wildly, trying to vent his emotions completely.

.....

"Pfft?"

The lucky mushroom, Golden Dodo, lying on the ground by the grass, suddenly sat up. It pricked up its ears, its little face showing a thoughtful expression, and blinked its eyes as if it had heard something: "All Puji brothers, assemble!"

The next moment, four small teams of Puji suddenly appeared from all directions, in the grass and on the ground. They were lined up neatly and were well-trained. If you ignored their cute appearance, they could easily be called an army.

Jin Duoduo's expression was grim. It commanded, "Full speed ahead! Target: the Great King!"