I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha

Two weeks later.

Near the Bloodless Fortress, beneath a giant ancient tree.

Water was boiling over a campfire, suggesting the travelers had just finished eating.

The beautiful witch was sitting on a dead log by the fire, reading a book.

Beside her was a young 'mercenary', who was also flipping through something, seemingly an account book.

Above the young wizard's head, on a large tree branch, sat a beautiful elf.

She was gazing into the distance, her white legs swinging back and forth, looking a little impatient.

It seemed these travelers were waiting for someone.

Occasionally, the elf would mischievously throw down a nut or a few leaves, then stare at them, wondering if they would land on the young mercenary's head.

The mercenary impatiently brushed the leaves off his head, glaring angrily at the elf above, but looking like he dared not say anything.

"Ugh, this is so annoying!"

This mercenary was none other than Roland, who had changed his clothes to look like a mercenary for ease of movement.

Roland had been annoyed to death these past few days.

"Seven thousand eight hundred and thirty-six magic stones, four thousand three hundred and twenty-six gold coins, thirteen thousand six hundred and fifty-eight silver coins... Okay, okay, I still have eighteen magic stones!"

Just how much money could a noble from a great family spend?

Roland had certainly witnessed it.

In just over ten days, this esteemed Miss Catalina had drained Roland dry.

Well... she said she was borrowing it.

As his female superior, his female superior whom he needed favors from, how could he refuse to lend her money?

He hoped she could repay it.

Roland sighed inwardly.

He felt his female superior probably wouldn't repay it.

At least, she hadn't said when she would repay it.

If he had known it would be like this, he would have communicated less along the way!

Now that they were too familiar, she could even say things like borrowing money!

And Roland? He didn't dare not lend it.

Although Catalina had been acting like she didn't remember the massage incident in the forest cabin that night, Roland still felt a little guilty.

After all, he was the one who had gotten her drunk like that.

The next day, after she woke up, she seemed to have figured things out.

After that, it seemed like she was subtly using that incident to threaten Roland.

Because she told Roland a story—about a certain man who massaged a woman after getting her drunk, and what happened after the story spread.

That man's ending was very tragic because he was a Muggle wizard, and he had a petty princess fiancée.

Roland was speechless.

You're saying, you also have a fiancé!

I'm afraid of the story spreading, aren't you afraid of the story spreading?

Catalina had a good point—although the man in that story only gave her a massage, and his hands and feet weren't that dishonest, the matter lay in how the woman involved spread the story.

Of course, that man would definitely defend himself, but who would believe him?

Such a great beauty was right in front of him, acting drunk and seducing him as if he were her husband.

You say you didn't do anything, who would believe you!

The sound of a book rustling made the witch across from him boredly close her magic book.

Seeing Roland looking at her, Miss Catalina gave a reserved smile.

Roland also gave a gentlemanly smile.

After exchanging glances, Miss Catalina actually brushed back the hair in front of her forehead, and then sat over very gracefully.

Their thighs were pressed tightly together, but they were like pure pen pals, not taking this intimate gesture seriously.

The graceful Miss Catalina considerately took away a few leaves from Roland's collar, and warm breath brushed against Roland's neck.

She smiled and said to Roland, "So, what happened later in that story you told me last time? The one about the stepmother and the illegitimate child."

Roland subtly moved away from that pretty face that was close at hand, and continued to tell the story.

That was a story that spread from the mouth of a certain 'Nightingale' in Valerian, and it should be something she secretly saw.

The mercenaries who dared to work in Valerian were all heading to the Yellow Bracken Forest, so they were all skilled and knowledgeable adventurers.

This Nightingale had been to many places and was a senior adventurer.

She was in her thirties, had a very hot figure, and especially liked to tell everyone stories.

Well, it was the kind of casual jokes between colleagues after marriage.

So, the story Roland told was a little bit R-rated.

Catalina had teased Roland a lot these days.

Roland was very angry about this behavior, but he was a little helpless.

However, a few days later, Roland discovered that this lady, who pretended to be coquettish, was actually very conservative deep down.

She was the kind of person with MAX attack power and 0 defense!

Roland naturally wouldn't use any teasing actions to fight back against her... It's easy to backfire!

So, he adopted a very vulgar counterattack method—telling stories.

The stories he told were all the flowery things he heard from the mercenaries.

At first glance, the stories were very normal, but if you think about it carefully, you will find... they are simply unbearable!

Catalina didn't react immediately after hearing this story for the first time—it wasn't until dinner the next night that she seemed to suddenly realize it.

She immediately blushed and glared at Roland with gritted teeth.

She immediately found fault with Roland, but Roland looked innocent and rounded the story back with a reasonable explanation, making it seem like Miss Catalina had impure thoughts and was thinking crookedly.

Catalina was extremely angry, but she couldn't vent her anger.

What's more, she had teased Roland a lot these days... She teased him like that, using various fishing methods, but he didn't take the bait.

On the contrary, he just told a seemingly ambiguous story... She couldn't use this excuse to deal with Roland.

What made the female boss even more unwilling was that she had a feeling that her IQ was being crushed by Roland.

She really wanted to get back at him and give Roland a big slap in the face in a justified manner, to vent the pent-up anger in her heart.

So, the two of them secretly competed.

How could she win?

Behind Roland stood a large group of mercenaries who had traveled all over the world.

These people all had some status and belonged to the semi-upper class.

They often used this kind of story to tease noblewomen.

If the noblewomen could understand and chat with you with a smile, then half the matter was done.

If they got angry, the story must be rounded back, otherwise the matter would be big, and you might lose your head!

Therefore, the stories that can be passed down are all stories that have stood the test!

To be honest, Roland's stories have become more and more unbearable recently.

Many stories are the kind that specifically insinuate the audience and tease the audience.

Catalina often doesn't want to listen anymore, but if you remove the unbearable content from the stories told by this stinky man, they can simply be compiled into 'Kamala's Fables' and 'Larry's Fairy Tales'.

The stories are always full of unexpected but reasonable divine twists.

They are both interesting and very curious.

And Catalina has always been a very curious witch.

Soon, the story was finished, and Catalina frowned and thought about it.

Roland laughed and stretched, then got up to pee behind the tree.

After peeing, Roland picked up the Book of Aleiah and checked it.

Currently, Senior Sister's murderous aura value is: 600+

Roland's face was extremely strange.

In the previous period, Senior Sister's murderous aura value had dropped to 0.

These days, it has been rising inexplicably.

He vaguely felt that something was wrong.

Putting away the book, Roland returned to the campfire.

Catalina seemed to have made a lot of progress recently.

In less than two minutes, she seemed to have figured it out.

When Roland came back, her face was flushed.

She was still smiling, but her eyes were full of anger.

She didn't argue with Roland about the story just now, because she found that the story could be rounded back!

Looking at Catalina's shy and angry pretty face, Roland, out of mischief, glanced at the Book of Aleiah again.

Senior Sister's murderous aura value: 650+

Wait wait wait!

At this time, a leaf fell on Roland's head, and Roland looked up at Miss Elina.

Elina raised her head slightly, like a proud swan.

Her eyes seemed to be saying—what are you looking at? If you don't like it, let's fight again!

With a bang, a thunderbolt flashed in Roland's mind.

Roland recalled the labels he had put on this female boss:

A taste for pranks, gambler, poor, fishing law enforcement, likes to save face, petty...

He also recalled the labels he had put on Elina.

Cat, always wants to eat me, crazy girl... Last time I even saw her secretly smelling my bed sheets!

Everything matches up!

Catalina and Elina wouldn't be Catherine and Anna, would they?!

That's right, Elina's common language name is 'Hanna'.

Isn't Hanna Anna!

Elina's Elvish name, transliterated into common language, is 'Hanna' or 'Anna'!

"What's wrong, little brother Roland?"

Big sister Catalina took a handkerchief and gently wiped the sweat from Roland's forehead.

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"Cough, it's nothing." Roland subconsciously touched Catalina's hand and then hurriedly pushed her hand away.

Then, Roland changed the subject and chatted with Catalina.

Damn! Damn! Damn!

Impossible!

At this time, Catalina habitually lit a cigarette again and asked Roland with a smile if he wanted one.

At that moment, Roland fell into a daze.

No, it couldn't be Senior.

Although the two of them were similar in some wicked tastes, their personalities, actions, and speaking accents... many things were completely different.

If this was Senior, how good of an actress would she have to be!

That would be too scary!

Moreover, their height, appearance, and age didn't match up. One was just twenty years old, somewhat immature but liked to pretend to be a twenty-six or twenty-seven-year-old mature woman.

The other was a real, twenty-six or twenty-seven-year-old older sister... Wait!

During the conversation, Roland couldn't help but secretly and carefully size up Katarina in front of him.

A drop of cold sweat flowed down from Roland's forehead.

The woman in front of him was seventy to eighty percent similar to Catherine. She was like a twenty-six or twenty-seven-year-old, even more beautiful, more charming, more attractive, high-end Catherine.

It's been eight years.

Eight years.

His own appearance hadn't changed at all. He always thought that Senior was the same as him, still with that twenty-year-old look.

Thinking carefully, that was indeed the case. After all, Senior had magic potions in her hands. If she wanted to keep herself unchanged, she could remain unchanged.

However, she did a reverse operation.

She allowed the years to change her appearance, making herself three points more beautiful.

She used the years to give herself plastic surgery!

The appearance of a true mature woman, coupled with an already mature mind... it was like a different person.

What's more, they had a mysterious buff that made people ignore their appearance and think they were someone else... Wait!

Roland suddenly remembered that she had been using her real appearance from the beginning when she met Roland!

She and Anna both had a mysterious buff, and others saw them as someone else. But they didn't use this disguise on Roland.

As a result, Roland didn't recognize her all this time!

Hahaha... Hahahahaha! I'm dead, I'm doomed!

Roland suddenly understood why Senior's murderous aura was getting higher and higher.

This girlfriend was standing right in front of you, living with you day and night for nearly a month.

And what happened? You always treated her as another woman—and even told her dirty jokes!

Honestly, many of Roland's actions at the beginning were very endearing.

But Roland felt that Senior probably couldn't wait to dismember him for not recognizing her!

Roland imitated Senior's tone and muttered in his heart: 'Good, good, good, you dog of a man. So this is how you are with your female colleagues when you're away on business... Hehe. Now I've seen these things with my own eyes, let's see how you can quibble!

Ah, and you said that those letters and things sent to Joan, Helena, and Yingtao weren't sent by you, and you're pushing the blame onto Little Roland.

No one believes you!'

In frustration, Roland reached out and grabbed the cigarette from Katarina's hand, putting it in his mouth and taking a hard puff.

Then, Roland frowned—the cigarette smelled like a cigarette, but when he sucked it into his mouth, it was sweet.

Magic candy?

Just then, Roland suddenly smelled the taste of cigarettes again.

It was as if the sweetness just now was an illusion.

He stared blankly at the cigarette, held it up in front of his eyes, and found that this cigarette was no different from the previous one.

It was a real cigarette, not some kind of candy.

And there was lipstick on it.

What's going on? Am I hallucinating?

No, no, that's not right. The name of a spell flashed in Roland's mind—White Chess Classic Spell: Castling!

However, he had just been smoking this cigarette in his mouth.

If someone had tampered with it at this time, how could he not have noticed anything?

Moreover, if someone had secretly swapped the cigarette in his mouth just now, how did the lipstick get on it?

If this was really magic... could someone in this world really play magic to this extent?

This is magic!

"Little brother, if you don't know how to smoke, don't learn. Lest my sister say I've corrupted you."

Katarina reached out and took the cigarette from Roland's hand, blowing smoke rings.

Roland subconsciously scratched his hair, and his whole person was not well.

Was he mistaken?

This person, is not Senior at all?

In the past eight years, Senior has been in closed-door meditation. For her, eight years is like taking a nap, and time has passed in the blink of an eye.

It was impossible for her to learn to smoke in such a short period of time, and to smoke like a twenty-year-old old smoker!

Suddenly, Roland wrinkled his nose. He felt that the smoke that Katarina had just exhaled was slightly different from the smoke he had just sucked into his mouth.

That seemed to be the sweetness of 'Tairo Fruit'?

Normal people would never notice this slight difference, but Roland had been messing with magic potions for so long, he was sure.

He suddenly snatched the cigarette from Katarina's mouth, put it in his mouth and smoked it... Huh? Huh???

This is a normal cigarette?

It wasn't candy made from Tairo Fruit and other materials. Was he hallucinating?

At this moment, Roland found that Katarina was squinting at him.

Roland's heart skipped a beat.

He had just snatched the cigarette from her mouth and smoked it several times... If the person in front of him was Katarina, she would definitely be angry. After all, his behavior just now was like being a hooligan, kissing her.

If the person in front of him was Senior... she would be even more angry—are you and your female colleagues usually so intimate?

Katarina looked at Roland with a smile that was not a smile. The smile on her face was very strong, but her eyes were very cold.

"Roland, when did you learn to smoke? I heard my sister say that you didn't seem to smoke before? Miss Yingtao seems to be smoking the same brand of cigarette as me?"

Roland was so frightened that he straightened his back and hurriedly said: "Your Highness Katarina! You can't talk nonsense about this kind of thing. Miss Yingtao and I are completely innocent! Moreover, she is a married woman! If her husband, Lord 'Angelo,' hears about it, someone will die!"

Katarina smiled particularly charmingly, her voice sounding numb: "What about me? I am also a married woman."

Roland hurriedly interrupted: "Your Highness, you can't talk nonsense about this! We two are also very innocent! All the way, even if you were drunk and took the initiative to show me affection, I slept on the floor and didn't dare to touch you!

—I, Roland, am upright and do what is right!

My personality is praised even by the goddess Heraka!"

Katarina nodded deeply and stopped speaking.

Roland secretly sweated coldly. He guessed what Senior was thinking now—Good, good, good, you stubborn bastard, I'll let you wait for me to catch you red-handed!

At this moment, Elena, who was watching the excitement with a smile on a big tree, suddenly straightened her body and looked into the distance.

At the same time, Katarina's eyes moved slightly and looked into the distance.