I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha

At this moment, Roland noticed some strange little wooden boxes on the front desk. Some very explicit patterns were sketched on them.

He couldn't help but curiously pick one up. He found an linen finger cot inside, but it was a bit longer and thicker than a finger.

Roland asked with some doubt: "What is this?"

When the girl at the front desk saw Roland open the small box, her face turned slightly red, and she said mysteriously: "This is a novel item. It's called a condom."

(PS: Condoms began to become popular in 1550.)

"Condom?" Roland blinked, wondering if he had misheard: "What condom? The kind for contraception?"

The girl said with a flushed face: "It also has contraceptive functions, but mainly it's to prevent the spread of syphilis. A wizard invented it after contracting a contagious disease on a voyage. It's been around for over a decade and is now very popular among the nobility."

Under the suppression of the wizards, the secular world has not moved towards the industrial age in the last few thousand years, but overseas trade is very prosperous. Wizards also often go to sea.

Although many strange diseases are not a problem for wizards, they are still very troublesome to get.

So a wizard had a whimsical idea—wouldn't carrying a bag prevent many diseases?

It did have some effect.

Places like this large bathhouse sell this kind of thing.

The girl took out another small box, this one made of sheep intestine: "This one is more effective, but it's more expensive."

She introduced it to Roland. Then, blushing, she asked Roland if he wanted room service.

Roland refused room service and bought twenty.

The girl looked at Roland's nose, then secretly sized up his hand, and picked out twenty large ones for him.

Finally, she gave the key to Roland, and also gave him a piece of paper with a magic spell written on it. It seemed to be the door-opening spell.

She carefully reminded him: "Sir, try not to research black magic indoors. If you break anything, there will be an extra charge."

Roland's eyes flickered slightly. It seemed that people often researched black magic here.

He asked: "Did any of Lord Dahl's friends come today?"

The front desk knew what Roland was asking and replied: "Formal wizards rarely live in town. They come and go on the same day. Occasionally, the Baron's friends come, but they will stay in his manor or castle."

Roland felt much relieved. He took the key and a piece of paper, and looked at the door-opening spell on the paper. Although the spell was very simple, obviously the work of a wild wizard, Roland felt that the money was well spent.

'The White Fang Society is an organization of wild wizards, and their fees are too cheap. They obviously use magical materials to build, but they charge silver coins. In comparison, the academy is a bit too dark.'

Picking up the key, Roland walked around the various bathhouses. He didn't take off his clothes and get into the pool, mainly to look at the people here.

Most of them were wild wizards, and their levels were not high. He only saw one Advanced Apprentice, who was from the White Fang Society.

And it was an acquaintance.

"Scrub, scrub, scrub. Damn necromancer, so disgusting. He even touched my thigh."

The witch, draped in a bathrobe and lying by the pool enjoying the service of the crowd, did not recognize Roland. After seeing Roland, she sensed from Roland's condensed magic power that he was an academy-style wizard. So she smiled and beckoned to Roland.

The meaning seemed to be, come over and serve this sister, and there will be benefits for you.

Roland politely waved his hand and declined. The witch was slightly displeased, but did not continue to provoke this academy-style wizard, lest she stir up a hornet's nest and be taught a lesson by her mentor.

'It seems that the people who bought things and the people who didn't buy things have all left. Most of the people left in the city are ordinary people and wild wizards.'

Roland felt relieved.

When he arrived at the room, several guys were carrying hot water to fill the large bathtub. They also left a lot of bath supplies before leaving.

Roland ignored the bathtub. He took off his coat, took out the book of magic arrays, and, referring to the runes of the Night family, arranged them in the room.

Then he sealed the doors and windows with a magic spell, lay in the large bathtub, and began to study the Book of the Dead.

Ancient Balenese is a phonetic script, and its pronunciation is very similar to incantations. It is not difficult to recite. The main thing is that its meaning is strange, so it needs to be translated.

Using Alley's notes, Roland read very smoothly.

One passage reads like this:

[This book is the Shepherd's Crook of Hella, the Goddess of the River Styx. The holder of this Crook is the Shepherd of the Goddess.]

Roland thought to himself: "The Shepherd of the River Styx... Isn't that an official of the River Styx?"

He searched the Book of the Dead and found that there were only three simple descriptions of the official:

[1. The Shepherd's sheep are stronger.]

[2. The Shepherd is responsible for taking care of Hella's sheep.]

[3. The Shepherd is responsible for guiding the sheep back to the River Styx.]

"It seems that the Book of the Dead will provide buffs to the undead it collects."

"I will definitely feed my own servants well."

"As for the third one..."

Roland flipped through the book and found that this Ancient Balenese Book of the Dead seemed to have a strange ability, which was to banish the undead within the book back to the River Styx.

As far as Roland knew, the undead banished by necromancers generally had only two endings. One was to dissipate, and the other was to continue to wander in the world with deeper malice.

But the Book of the Dead could directly introduce the banished undead into the River Styx.

"If I don't use them, I can still absolve them, which is considered doing good deeds."

Roland said with a strange expression: "So, the Books of the Dead are actually scriptures? Hella's scriptures?"

"Are all Books of the Dead like this? Are the necromancers holding the books all officials herding sheep, rather than thieves stealing sheep? With the responsibility to take good care of them, rather than torturing them and transforming them?"

Roland's expression was a bit wonderful.

He flipped through the Book of the Dead again and found that there were many myths, allusions, and even poems about Hella, the Goddess of the River Styx. Much of the content was like scripture.

This book written in Ancient Balenese seemed to be a little different.

Others' are books of enslavement, while mine is a scripture!

"It seems that I have to recite scriptures for the ghosts more often."

"However... is there any trouble in serving as an official in Hella's imperial court?"

After hesitating for a long time, Roland decided to use this book after all.

He comforted himself this way—since the book is the Shepherd's Crook, and holding the book is the Shepherd, then losing the book means not being the Shepherd anymore, right?

As long as Hella doesn't take a liking to me, the process is indeed like this.

Anyway, the Book of the Dead is not a common item, and it is not easy to buy one.

Moreover, buying another book would not be just over two thousand. It might cost three or four thousand. Where would I get that money?

'The bold are full, and the timid starve. I'll be this official for you first! Isn't it just herding sheep? I'll just herd them.'

Having made up his mind, Roland began to work.

This Book of the Dead had several special functions.

One was to directly awaken corpses, like that scholar. However, the performance at the auction could not be taken seriously. Roland dared to assert that the twelve corpses had definitely been pre-trained by the necromancer.

Otherwise, a Muggle could not control guys like 'Gravekeepers' and 'Werewolves'.

Summoning some small skeletons would be the limit.

To make the undead as obedient as they were during the performance, they had to be collected into the book.

This was its other ability, collection.

When collecting, you could engrave the spirit-sealing array according to the contents of the book, directly imprisoning the undead in the book. You could also manipulate the undead to enter the book themselves.

If the undead were imprisoned, or if the conditions were good, then after entering the book, Roland could use the spells and Ancient Balenese in the book to have the Book of the Dead collect them.

Roland first released his seven ghosts to try it out.

Previously, Roland had engraved incantations on the ghosts, and they already belonged to his servants. But they would still occasionally bare their fangs and claws at Roland.

As a result, this time when the ghosts were released, they trembled when they saw the book in Roland's hand, and dared not approach. They only dared to bare their fangs and claws in the distance.

These ghosts had already been enslaved, and although they were not in a good mood, they reluctantly flew into the book one by one under Roland's command.

Then, Roland chanted the spell and completed the collection. Seven ghost drawings were added to the blank pages of the book.

The hands and feet of the ghosts in the drawings had a shackle. The picture would occasionally move.

Curiously flipping through the seven drawings, Roland raised his eyebrows.

Previously, because the ghosts' bodies were relatively blurry, and Roland had not paid close attention, he had not noticed their appearance.

Now, through these drawings, Roland discovered that although these ghosts had no faces, their clothes, even their height and hair, were actually very different.

It was just that they were all tattered, so it was impossible to see their original clothes clearly.

'If their souls become stronger, will their clothes and memories also be complete?'

Shaking his head, Roland released the seven ghosts.

Previously, they had bared their fangs and claws one by one, and their eyes were also full of resentment when they looked at Roland.

But now, they all became honest. Not only did they become very well-behaved, but their eyes also became clear. Or rather, they were full of awe when they looked at Roland.

Using Ancient Balenese, Roland could command the ghosts as if they were his arms. Even asking them to wash clothes, they would be very obedient. However, their intelligence was a problem, so they would do things very strangely. But they would try their best to do as Roland said.

Roland was overjoyed. He divided a bottle of Soul Tears into seven portions, rewarded them, and helped them digest it.

"Continuously feeding them Soul Tears should allow them to advance from Tier 0 ghosts to Tier 1 wraiths, right?"

At this moment, he discovered some new descriptions about ghosts in the Book of the Dead. After translating it with the Aleya Notes, it read:

【The lost lambs are recovering from their injuries under the careful care of the shepherd. They will become docile, but they will also grow horns.】

Roland pondered for a moment and then said, "So, we grew a sheep soul!"

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【You have gained insight! Necromancy +3】

"Why would they become docile?" Roland thought for a while, and suddenly understood again. He held the Book of the Dead, his eyes shining, and said, "They are reading scriptures! This is the scripture of the goddess Hela!"

Roland checked the Aleya Notes and found a prophecy about these 7 ghosts: 【Tier 0 Ghost —\u003e Tier 1 Good Spirit Transformation in progress】

"Good spirit?"

Roland's expression was a bit complicated: "What I wanted was a wraith!"

"However, since they have 'horns,' they should still be able to fight, right?"

Shaking his head, Roland continued his work. He arranged the soul wax and magic circle, intending to first imprint the enslavement spell and then record it with the Book of the Dead.

He cheated a little, placing a wooden sculpture in the magic circle of the soul wax and began engraving the spell. Because the wraith was very quiet in its wooden sculpture state, Roland finished it in about ten minutes.

When he combed the wooden sculpture wraith with a comb, the wraith gradually awakened. The room was instantly filled with malevolence.

When the wraith saw Roland, it angrily pounced over, but under Roland's spell, the wraith's body uncontrollably flew to the side.

It circled Roland a few times, filled with malice, and finally, under Roland's command, flew onto the sealing array and was recorded by Roland into the book.

Roland clearly felt that the resistance intensity of this wraith was a level higher.

He couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive. With his willpower and magic power, subduing Tier 1 and Tier 2 undead wouldn't be a problem, but Red Spirits were not so easy to deal with.

Even if the spell was imprinted, it might not listen.

After thinking about it, Roland summoned the 7 most obedient ghosts.

Afterward, he successively engraved the remaining 3 wraith wooden sculptures with the spell and awakened them one by one.

This time, he didn't expend mental energy to force the wraiths to stay on the sealing array. Instead, he issued an order to the 7 ghosts.

Under Roland's command, the 7 ghosts swarmed up and then flew over, holding down the disobedient wraiths and sending them into the Book of the Dead.

Looking at the fierce appearance of the 7 ghosts, Roland's expression was a bit complicated.

Previously, he had seen Celi play with wraiths and ghosts. Although ghosts were only one tier lower than wraiths, they had a natural fear of wraiths, like sheep encountering wolves.

But now, these ghosts showed no fear when facing wraiths and were very brave. With their combined strength, the wraiths had no power to resist.

Roland sighed, "Following me, you can be considered to have half an official position."

The three wraiths were successfully subdued by Roland, and the book had 4 more wraiths, a total of 11 drawings.

He summoned the 11 undead servants from the book. The 11 spirits flew around the room, and the room was instantly filled with malevolence and ghostly shadows. Small frost even condensed on the ground and walls.

Roland hurriedly took out the Shepherd Tree sapling and purified the room.

Fortunately, Roland brought the 'Shepherd Tree' sapling; otherwise, after he stayed here today, no one would be able to live in this room again.

After giving some commands, the wraiths were still relatively obedient, but they would occasionally make small movements, sometimes tugging at the shackles on their bodies.

Although the 4 wraiths were not as obedient as the ghosts and were still very fierce, they were still usable.

"I'll chant scriptures for you when I have time."

Taking out the silver candlestick, Roland chanted a spell. Subsequently, the candles on the silver candlestick burned into wisps of white mist, which drilled into the bodies of the 11 undead servants.

The souls of these 11 undead instantly solidified a lot.

After arranging his subordinates, Roland rearranged the soul wax and solemnly took out a small box covered with spells.

He tentatively placed the small box on the sealing array, trying to directly record the Red Spirit, but failed.

"As expected. The wooden stake is a peculiar object and cannot be recorded into the Book of the Dead together with the Red Spirit. I have to take out the wooden stake first before recording it, but it won't be easy to record it after taking out the wooden stake."

"The best plan is to first imprint my spell and then record it with the book. This way, the Red Spirit will be more obedient."

"However, many parts of the Red Spirit's body are blocked by the wooden stake. During the process of imprinting the spell, I have to take out the wooden stakes one by one. I'll take out the wooden stake while imprinting the spell."

"Each time a section of the spell is imprinted, its restrictions will be increased by one layer. It should be fine."

After thinking for a moment, Roland chanted a spell towards the small box. Subsequently, there was one more person in the room.

Drip, drip.

Water stains appeared on the floor. A woman in red with her face covered by wet, long hair was hung in mid-air by seven wooden stakes. Her whole body was wet.

The magic lamps in the room flickered on and off, and the soul wax flickered on and off.

Looking at the motionless woman in red hanging in mid-air, Roland's heart was pounding.

Next, he was going to do a very dangerous job.

Giving the female ghost a tattoo.

In fact, Roland now has a prison bully named 'Leona' in his hand. If he brings her out and taps her once, Miss Red Spirit will definitely be as obedient as wood, allowing Roland to do whatever he wants.

However, to ask the ballet ghost for help, he must first remove the wooden stakes. After removing the wooden stakes, the Red Spirit is elusive. If it climbs onto him and the ballet ghost runs over and taps him, turning himself and the Red Spirit into wooden sculptures, the fun would be great.

Moreover, there is an opera house (auction) in Dahl Town.

It's not easy to send this ballet ghost deity away after inviting her.

"This guy was already injured and has been sealed for so many days. She is even weaker. With the twelve of us, plus the seven wooden stakes, if we still can't subdue her, then let's not play."

After thinking for a moment, Roland ordered his servants to place the Red Spirit in the center of the soul wax array. Then he sat on the ground and chanted a series of spells.

The spells wriggled on the Red Spirit's body like tadpoles. When the spells spread to her legs, two wooden stakes were removed.

The Red Spirit suddenly twitched a few times, and the servants held her down tightly.

Next, as the spells continued to appear on the Red Spirit's body, Roland occasionally added a few binding magic spells.

But as the wooden stakes on her body were successively removed, the Red Spirit also twitched more and more violently.

When there was only one wooden stake left in her heart, the entire room was filled with resentment, echoing with bursts of whispers and wails.

The servants were already unable to hold down the Red Spirit, but Roland did not hesitate to take out the last wooden stake.

Several servants were instantly bounced away, and the remaining servants could not hold down the Red Spirit at all. Just then, a chain wrapped around the Red Spirit's body.

This sudden thing made the Red Spirit's body suddenly pause, and several servants hurriedly pounced on her, holding her down again.

Roland seized the time to control the smoke on the soul wax and engraved the last tattoo on Miss Red Spirit's chest.

Immediately, a mournful wail resounded throughout the room, and the Red Spirit looked at Roland with extremely resentful eyes.

"I'm just giving you a tattoo; this is for your own good."

Roland's tone was relaxed, but his face was covered with sweat. He could feel the Red Spirit's power fiercely resisting him, and the magic power and mental power in his body were constantly churning, making him very uncomfortable.

Roland forcibly controlled the Red Spirit with his mental power, trying to directly pull her into the Book of the Dead, but the effect was not good.

He no longer acted arrogantly and worked together with the twelve servants to send the Red Spirit into the book.

Opening the page, before Roland could take a closer look, an angry face protruded from the page. At the same time, more than a dozen hands stretched out from the book, working together with Roland to press down on the angry Miss Red Bride.

"Don't be angry; just give in! Soon you will experience happiness like my ghost maids!"

Under the combined efforts of everyone, Miss Red Bride was forcibly pressed back into the book and tied up.

"Don't cry; I'll get you a pair of red embroidered shoes later."