I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha

The demon's meaning was already clear, but Roland frowned and thought for a long time.

After a moment, he suddenly said, "I am Roland, and I am Aolaiye. We are all one person, a butterfly."

"Normally, I date Catherine, and also Alexandra. They are all one person, a senior."

After this epiphany, Roland felt much better.

He thought to himself, 'Strictly speaking, Senior isn't reincarnated; she's descended, or rather, reborn into this world.'

Senior had long suspected Roland's identity. Later, Roland confessed his secret to Senior.

The two were honest with each other, so Senior naturally wouldn't do anything to him just because Roland knew about her affairs. She was just playing a prank.

Roland wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and sighed, "Looks like I'll be eating soft rice this time."

Roland recalled what he had just seen on the crystal ball.

Around her waist hung a small jar with a small tentacle.

Roland recognized that tentacle; it was something from the laboratory. It was the Path of Withered Blood that the Withered Blood Wizards had researched themselves. This Path of Withered Blood was unrelated to the Withered Blood Baron and could be considered a path independently created by the wizards.

The Withered Blood Wizards didn't know about the statue, so in their eyes, this small jar was a treasure that had to be obtained.

As long as the demon revealed the small jar and let everyone know about it, she could lure all the wizards away.

The Goddess Heraka had released a wave of pollution before, and the people on the Church's side were all useless now. Although the impact outside wasn't significant, all Withered Blood Wizards with the Withered Blood Baron's power in their bodies would definitely die, because they had spider venom in their bodies.

I don't know what the situation is outside now, but I must make good use of this one hour.

Roland stood up and looked at the hundreds of cocoons in the hall. They had all stopped shaking.

These are hundreds of wizards! I wonder how many spoils there are!

The treasures in the Withered Blood Fortress's treasury are just magic stones, antiques, and materials.

But these wizards are carrying finished products!

Looting this wave might not be worse than looting the entire Withered Blood Fortress!

Even if each person only has one oddity, that's still hundreds of oddities!

Roland certainly couldn't use so many things alone. Such a large pile of dirty goods; how to sell them off is a big problem.

These dirty goods in the Withered Blood Fortress are a hot potato.

The concept of an individual feuding with all the Withered Blood Wizards is completely different from a force feuding with another force!

As a Black Abyss Wizard, once his backing collapses, Roland would have to become a wild wizard!

Or be absorbed into the Twilight Council and become another 'Haywood'.

Black Abyss is about to act as the vanguard for the King of a Thousand Eyes to deal with the Yellow Fern Lord. This is a life-or-death showdown.

And once the old Black Abyss emerge, the King of a Thousand Eyes will be very happy. Because with his strength, no one can threaten him.

But many Twilight Wizards will feel apprehensive.

The old Black Abyss haven't even emerged yet, and there are only a small number of people in the entire school, but they've already caused such a big thing in this Withered Blood Fortress.

If they all crawled out of the abyss and helped the King of a Thousand Eyes deal with the Yellow Fern Lord, would that be a good thing?

Not all Twilight Wizards want the King of a Thousand Eyes to break free of his shackles and move freely. Nor do all schools want Black Abyss to grow stronger.

Therefore, on the matter of the Yellow Fern Lord, it's hard to say how many people will try to hinder them.

When the old Black Abyss fell into the abyss, many treasures were left behind in the human world, and it's hard to say how much they still have on them.

Many people who crawl out might be naked!

As for the matter of the Yellow Fern Lord, it's hard to say whether the Twilight Council can allocate some things for the Black Abyss Wizards to use, and how much of the allocated things will be garbage.

For the old Black Abyss, the hundreds of treasures in this temple are certainly not comparable to the original possessions of these Tier 2 and Tier 3 wizards. But they can solve an immediate crisis.

Today, I'm going to eat Senior's soft rice.

But turning around, aren't I Senior's big sugar daddy?

In other words, Roland, the guy who messed with everyone's daughter while the parents weren't home, might have originally faced lines like, 'You little bastard, what despicable methods did you use? I'll skin you alive!' in everyone's eyes.

But after this timely help, it will turn into something like, 'Young master, who offended you? Tell me!'

He can't swallow all the dirty goods alone; he definitely has to share some.

It's better to enjoy it together than alone. Roland knows how much meat he can eat. After cutting off his favorite fatty meat and eating his fill, he definitely has to share some with those big tigers who can protect him.

Roland ordered the servants to dismantle the cocoons. He said, "After dismantling them, besides the valuable things, don't forget to leave the spider silk behind. We might need to use them when we run away later."

The nuns busily went to work. Roland came to the statue.

He confirmed that Leona was still there, but there was no movement at all.

The clone must also be on the statue.

Roland lit three self-made soul incense sticks, bowed before the statue, and muttered a bunch of very cheesy flattery.

Then, he reached out and stripped the Goddess Heraka's statue of its clothes!

After carefully examining the statue's embrace, he found that the goddess had nothing in her arms. It was quite large, but the clone's body wasn't in her arms.

Then, Roland checked the goddess's body up and down, but still couldn't find it.

Returning to his original position, Roland stroked his chin and sized up the statue.

Then, he took out the Snake Staff, circled the statue a few times, and drew a few lines on it. Then, there was a crisp sound on the statue, and it broke into seven pieces.

Roland hurriedly used magic to stick the seven fragments of the statue together, lest the goddess shatter on the ground and bring down divine punishment or something.

He carefully disassembled the statue.

The statue was indeed hollow!

It was like a huge vase, and Roland disassembled it piece by piece. When he disassembled the upper body halfway, a pool of amber-colored viscous liquid flowed out from the chest area of the Goddess Heraka statue.

Roland's eyes flickered slightly, knowing that this was his corpse.

Vaguely, he felt that there was still something in the statue, so he continued to disassemble it. When the last large fragment of the upper body was removed, a curled-up girl and a large fragment slowly floated to the ground together.

Looking at the girl curled up in the statue fragments, Roland revealed an extremely strange expression.

The girl covered her face and curled up there, shivering, seemingly in extreme terror.

She was about sixteen or seventeen years old, and her skin was as delicate as a newborn baby's, wrinkled from being soaked in amber liquid.

She was alive!

This was a living, breathing person!

However, her joints were very strange... they were puppet joints!

Upon closer inspection, she seemed to have many bloodstains on her body... no, those weren't bloodstains; that was sweet wine! It was the most perfect 'Corrupted Holy Blood'!

Roland took out the Book of Demons with a strange expression and flipped through it, only to find that it was empty.

Finding a clean blanket, Roland picked up the girl, who hugged him like a frightened deer.

Roland used the blanket to wipe her hair and body.

As a serious wizard, Roland had the curiosity that he should have about the mysterious.

So he reached out and touched Leona's below... this was a living girl! With normal human organs.

The frightened Leona finally had a bit of a normal reaction. She looked up at Roland in confusion, her eyes full of bewilderment.

Roland scrutinized her face. Her delicate features were almost exactly the same as those of a certain puppet in his memory... it was her.

But her chin was like Pinocchio's—a puppet chin.

"Ah, ah ah, ah..."

Leona looked at the statue in horror, seemingly wanting to express some thoughts, but she didn't understand human language, nor did she know how to convey her spirit.

"It's okay, it's okay."

Roland said a lot, comforting her well. He didn't know if she understood.

Perhaps everything had to be relearned from the beginning.

Looking at this real life, Roland's heart was filled with mixed feelings.

"Was Bernard's research path correct?"

"Or did the goddess give her real life?"

"And I, gave her identity?"

The reason for saying that the necromancer Bernard's path was correct was because Roland sensed a trace of his own aura from Leona's body—he was Leona's master!

But in Leona's body, there was also the aura of the Goddess Heraka—strictly speaking, she was the daughter of God!

She was the daughter created by Heraka, but Roland Aolaiye was her master!

Roland didn't know why Heraka hadn't erased the master-servant relationship between himself and Leona, because if that were the case, the ethical relationship would be a mess!

Because Heraka's daughter regarded him as her master. So, was he, this pseudo-believer, still a believer of the goddess?

Clearly, it wasn't a superior-subordinate relationship!

Roland was in a mess.

He thought to himself, 'Could it be that I'm really considered a lord under the goddess? We're still in a superior-subordinate relationship, but her daughter is my apprentice here?'

'So, Heraka is Leona's mother goddess, but I am her rabbi?'

'As the spokesperson of God, I seem to be indeed qualified to take care of His saintess in the human world.'

Although I clearly feel that the master-servant relationship between myself and Leona is stronger than the relationship between Heraca and Leona, Roland can only deduce it this way for now.

After all, this seems more reasonable.

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It seems that my baronetcy, although the fief is not very good and belongs to a small village in the countryside, with an area of only two mu of land, is indeed a real lord!

Even the goddess's saintess has to work for me!

Leona seemed to have been pulled into the River Styx by Heraca and re-kneaded, having deep contact with this insane goddess.

I don't know what she saw, but she is still terrified.

She is very scared, shivering constantly, and no longer dancing.

After checking, Roland found that although Leona was mentally frightened, her body was fine, and he felt relieved.

He thought to himself, "She was originally considered a minor immortal in the human world, but this time she encountered a real great immortal. It's truly a small witch meeting a great witch."

After thinking about it, Roland sighed again, "Not only did the small witch see the great witch, but she was also eaten into the belly by this crazy immortal and born again! This experience is really scary."

Roland doesn't know what kind of abilities Leona has now. She feels like a human, but she doesn't have any magic. On the contrary, there is a trace of mysterious power in her body.

It seems I'm going to have a real disciple—half disciple, half maid.

Logically speaking, Leona is the saintess created by Heraca, and I have an obligation to teach her. But Roland doesn't know how she should cultivate.

I can't just say that as long as she follows me and acts crazy, she can become stronger, right?

In any case, Leona has gained true intelligence. Although I don't know if she still has her previous power, the future has become broader.

She has more paths to take.

Although it seems like... it seems very weak now?

But as long as I cultivate her more, she will become more and more powerful.

Roland looked at the little girl in front of him and thought to himself, 'Although my clone is gone, this incident is a blessing, not a curse, for Leona. You are blessed.'

It's just that the clone has to be re-refined.

Roland called a benevolent nun and asked her to take care of Leona. Then he got up and came to the pool of amber liquid.

He muttered, "The idol became Leona's womb, and my clone... isn't this amniotic fluid?!"

After checking, Roland found a pile of junk on the amber mucus.

Roland didn't know what those junk things were, so he picked them up and threw them aside.

After leaving the idol, the amber mucus gradually began to solidify. Roland found that most of the incantations on it were damaged, but they had not completely disappeared.

After studying it for a while, Roland used a few magic spells, and then the amber liquid gradually condensed into a beautiful but strange divine bird.

Roland shook his head and said, "The incantations on my clone are all destroyed, but some of the incantations on the odd object are still left. Now it's similar to 'blood skin', except it's blood skin that has been refined. Although it can barely be used as an odd object, it's not very useful."

If this thing is put on myself, my whole person will be unable to move.

It can be put on the enemy, but it has to be put on like putting clothes on someone!

In short, as a clone, it has lost its soul, and as an odd object, it has lost its spirituality.

Therefore, before re-refining, I'm afraid it can only be regarded as a material.

But, this divine bird... why is it so ugly?

Roland looked at the strange divine bird—until now, Roland's clone had never looked in the mirror in the form of a divine bird!

When the divine bird Roland appeared, it was always in human form. In the Fortress of Withered Blood, in order to facilitate action, it had transformed into an inconspicuous bird, so Roland didn't know how distorted the main body of his clone was.

Roland thought to himself, "It must have been contaminated by the goddess!"

He had no idea at all, and blamed the goddess for the 'divine bird looking very distorted'.

This divine bird looks very beautiful, but it's a bit too scary.

Roland changed its appearance a bit.

It's very difficult to work with amber now. He worked on it for a long time and ended up turning it into a beautiful, big, fat bird.

Although it looks滑稽, the appearance makes people feel much more comfortable.

Suddenly, Roland looked at Leona, who was naked and draped in a blanket, and then looked at the hilarious big fat divine bird. Suddenly, a good idea came to him.

Roland doesn't have any ladies' clothes.

His old clothes are a bit too big for Leona.

There are many clothes in this temple, but they are all from dead people, all worn by lunatics.

The big fat divine bird can obviously be used as a puppet suit for Leona to wear.

After thinking about it, Roland changed the big fat bird again, making it hollow inside, opening a hole in the front, and opening an entrance in the back to put people in.

Then, he hugged the big fat bird and came to Leona's side, putting it on her.

After adjusting it, a little girl wearing a fat bird puppet suit appeared in front of Roland.

After re-sealing the opening in the back, Roland came in front of Leona.

Looking at the confused little face revealed in front of the big fat bird's chest, the corners of Roland's mouth couldn't help but curve into an arc.

"Hehe, not bad, it looks quite cute, a bit like a Teletubby."

As he spoke, Leona actually took two steps. Roland was stunned.

His original intention was to put this clothes on Leona to make her honest, after all, as soon as this thing is put on a person, the person can't move.

But Leona was not restrained.

Roland said with a strange expression, "Forget it, you can just wear this and dance for now."

Mysterious creatures, wearing mysterious clothes, are quite suitable.

After settling this matter, Roland began searching for his odd objects in the idol.

As a result, there was nothing inside.

He scratched his head in confusion for a long time, and suddenly thought of something, looking at the pile of junk he had picked out of the amber liquid before.

Suddenly, Roland's face became extremely ugly.

The Thunderfire Magic Blade, scabbard, and robe are all gone.

The goddess Heraca ate everything clean, leaving only Leona and the amber gemstone materials.

This time the loss is really too great. That Tier 2 big BOSS not only damaged six of my odd objects, but also took away my three favorite things.

It can be said that I have returned to pre-liberation overnight.

"The robe is easy to say, I can buy another one. But swords and scabbards are hard to come by!"

In the wizarding world, powerful body cultivators are very rare, and most body cultivators are wizards who practice demonization or mutation.

How many Tier 1 knights use swords?

Wait... Roland suddenly looked at the original location of the Duchess and others.

When the Duchess went crazy before, she tore her armor, and the scabbard on her body was left there. Perhaps because of the pollution, or perhaps because the demons were overconfident, they didn't pick up the female knight's 'small sword' to use.

As a knight, they have the same love for swords and scabbards.

She must have something she likes on her.

This duchess is very high in both strength and status. The equipment on her body is not ordinary, but treasures used by Tier 2 powerhouses!

After going over and checking, Roland immediately understood why the demons didn't take this sword.

It's not that it's too small for the demons, but that this seems to be a pseudo-holy sword from the south that has been tainted by 'Heraca's Holy Blood'!