I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha

Roland followed Wallace and the other two deeper into the dense forest. He watched the surrounding shadows, carefully trailing behind Wallace, not leaving his side.

The two new students saw Roland being so cautious and couldn't help but sneer, muttering that he was an ignorant country bumpkin. They then swaggered ahead, quickening their pace, overtaking Roland and Wallace, and delving deeper into the woodland.

Wallace couldn't help but find it amusing to see Roland following him so cautiously. He said, "Don't be so nervous, it's just a few Abyss Blood Moths. You can take a look to the east, the magic is denser there."

Roland looked to the east and noticed that the atmosphere of the woodland there was extremely gloomy. In the shadows, there seemed to be a large number of unknown creatures wriggling, as if something was about to crawl out of the darkness.

Roland's expression couldn't help but become very strange.

At this moment, Roland saw that the blond-haired new student and the red-haired new student had already swaggered into that forest where the shadows were wriggling.

Wallace smiled and said, "Roland, if you don't keep up with them, I'm afraid you won't get good results in the first trial. You should know that the results of the first trial have a great impact on the subsequent tests."

Roland turned his head and said to Wallace, "Sir Wallace, to be honest, I have never seen a magical creature like the Abyss Blood Moth. And I have only mastered three spells so far, so I dare not venture deep into the woodland alone."

Wallace looked slightly surprised. He said, "You have only mastered three spells now? No wonder. For a newly initiated apprentice, it is not easy to master three spells. I have only mastered two formal spells myself."

It seemed that Wallace had taken Roland's 'three spells' as three cantrips.

And Wallace had only just mastered 'two formal spells'—one less than Roland.

He said to Roland, "I can protect you, but your trial results will probably be hard to say. Are you sure you want to follow me?"

Roland said, "Sir, I really don't have the confidence to catch a Blood Moth."

Wallace shook his head, revealing a look of disappointment. He originally thought that this student personally brought by Miss Catherine would be very outstanding, but it turned out to be a good-for-nothing.

He said, "Alright, then you can follow me. Although your trial results will probably fail this time, as long as you stay behind me, I will keep you safe."

Roland humbly expressed his gratitude and inquired about the knowledge of the Abyss Blood Moth.

In terms of magical knowledge, what Wallace had mastered was indeed very solid. In just a few simple sentences, he described the appearance of the Abyss Blood Moth clearly.

He summarized as he walked, "In short, although it is called a Blood Moth, its appearance is vastly different from that of a moth. They have no abdomen, nor wings, and look more like rotten, wriggling tentacles. They can float like ghosts and often quietly latch onto people's bodies to suck blood and flesh."

After hearing these words, Roland stopped in place, looking at a tree of flesh and blood in front of him with a strange expression.

There was a large patch of wriggling tentacles on it, but Wallace had turned a blind eye to it when he had just passed by the tree.

Roland's expression became even stranger.

At this moment, the tentacles wriggled a few times towards Wallace's back, and then suddenly jumped towards his back.

Roland raised his sword and struck, cutting the tentacle-like Blood Moth into several pieces.

By the time Wallace turned around, Roland had just sheathed his longsword.

"It's good that you didn't go with those two." Wallace said with a smile, "To be honest, the Abyss Blood Moth might be a little beyond your ability to handle.

You can't compare to those two. They are all apprentices from wizarding families, and each of them knows at least one formal spell. Moreover, they are very talented in swordsmanship and are already formal knights (low-level swordsmen)—they are not ordinary new students."

"But you don't have to be discouraged. You have only been in contact with magic for a few months, and it is already very good that you can learn three cantrips."

Roland nodded, not commenting much on Wallace's words.

He pointed to the corpse on the ground and said, "Sir Wallace, is this a Blood Moth?"

Wallace looked at the corpse on the ground, and then looked at Roland with a strange gaze: "Isn't this a squirrel?"

Roland's mind buzzed, and his face instantly turned very ugly. He understood why this group of people turned a blind eye to everything around them.

Just then, Roland's wallet suddenly stuck out its tongue and swallowed the corpse on the ground.

Wallace looked at Roland in surprise: "The master actually gave you this magical item?!"

Roland said, "It's just temporarily lent to me for self-defense. Sir Wallace, does this magical item have any special origin?"

Wallace said with great emotion, "It is the relic of the master's student from back then. She originally didn't plan to take any more apprentices. Even if she did, she wouldn't give this magical item to anyone. But you may have a connection with this magical item."

Roland didn't say much.

Wallace's gaze towards Roland became a little more enthusiastic. He said, "This magical item comes from the Abyss and loves things from the Abyss—the squirrel just now may have been contaminated with the scales of the Abyss Blood Moth, so your magical item ate its corpse."

Roland thought to himself, 'Sure enough, it's not a squirrel, it's a Blood Moth.'

Wallace continued, "With this magical item, you don't have to worry about any Blood Moths anymore. Go ahead and catch them boldly, Roland. This is a trial, and I am your examiner. If you always follow me like this, it will be very difficult for me. Moreover, these magical creatures in the academy can not only be exchanged for magic stones, but also for academic credits."

Wallace patted Roland on the shoulder with great envy, and then left alone.

Roland looked at Wallace's back, not saying a word.

At this moment, he had no interest in magic stones or academic credits.

That fear of the Yellow-Brown Fernwood Forest, deep in his heart, had once again enveloped Roland's mind.

Just then, Roland suddenly heard a burst of violent electrical currents coming from the forest to the east.

Roland hurriedly hid behind a tree, shielding his aura.

Before long, a cat-like figure flew out of the forest—it was the 'Cat Witch' Anna.

At this moment, she seemed to have a very clear mind. She nimbly jumped between the giant trees towards the distance, and in her hand, she was carrying two new students.

The new students regarded Anna as Catherine, and they shouted, "Lady Catherine, if you hadn't electrocuted those birds, we would definitely have found the Blood Moth! No, we have already found it, we are about to catch it!"

These two people had gone mad.

They said they were about to find the Blood Moth.

But the Blood Moths were on them—covered in a dense layer.