I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha

Isabella leaned slightly forward, her warm breath tickling Roland's ear as she whispered, "I wish I could make him watch from the sidelines."

Roland gave a realizing 'oh'.

Isabella continued, "What do you think? My dear husband, both my sister and I are yours... You know, my charming and innocent sister is so foolish; she still thinks you're her brother-in-law."

Roland gave Isabella a deep look, saying, "Madam, setting aside all the extraneous things you've mentioned, the conditions you offered earlier are indeed favorable. We certainly have the prerequisites for cooperation. So, the deal is made."

"However, I'm currently unsure if Catherine is actually in the hospital. Therefore, we can't cooperate."

Isabella frowned. "If she's there or not, why don't you just go and see?"

Roland nodded. "Tell me her room number, and I'll go check it out later."

Isabella replied, "No need. I'll send someone to take you there later."

Roland looked at Isabella deeply once more. "Are you perhaps unaware whether she's in the hospital or not?"

Isabella narrowed her eyes, saying, "Roland, I've said enough good and bad things. But it seems you don't really intend to cooperate with me. Why?"

Roland continued to stall. "I didn't say I wouldn't cooperate, but I need to confirm if Catherine is there!"

Isabella was getting a little angry. "You simply don't want to cooperate. Otherwise, even if Catherine isn't in the hospital, you'd have no reason to refuse!"

Roland's expression darkened slightly. This woman was exceptionally difficult to deal with.

Suddenly, Isabella said, "Wait, you're not planning to return home this time and retire in your hometown, are you?"

Isabella looked at Roland in disbelief. "You're planning to take Catherine and your daughter away from the troubles?! To completely leave the world of wizards and stay away from this war?!"

Roland's face turned unpleasant. He sighed and said, "Madam, you have a daughter. I think you should understand my feelings. There's nothing wrong with me returning to the South. Believe me, after you help us this time, I will definitely help you find your daughter!"

"We can use this matter as a condition for cooperation, can't we?"

Isabella almost choked with anger.

She scolded him, filled with disappointment, "You idiot! Do you have no ambition at all? Just because you have a child, you stop progressing?!"

"The King of Thousand Eyes has so many sons and daughters, and it hasn't affected his cultivation!"

"People can continue to explore the truth even after having children. Why can't you and Catherine have a child?!"

Roland said with some irritation, "This matter is none of your business. Mind your own business!"

Isabella was so choked up that she couldn't say a word for a long time.

She really wanted to tell Roland that he and Catherine didn't have a child, but she couldn't say it.

After all, Catherine had written it clearly in her letter!

Roland said impatiently, "Stop talking nonsense, Isabella. Tell me, where's the hospital room—if you don't tell me, the three of us will end up in the hospital together!"

Isabella closed her eyes and said nothing.

Roland was extremely annoyed. He needed this woman's help to handle the aftermath of the hospital matter, so he couldn't use torture.

He also couldn't kill these two people.

He began searching through Isabella and Jeanne's belongings.

Soon, Roland discovered a large pile of magic stones, gold bars, and silver ingots in Isabella's spatial bag, as well as some Southern gold and silver coins.

Looking at those magic stones, Roland revealed an extremely strange expression.

"Aren't you very rich? How did you end up so strapped for cash?"

Isabella's face stiffened slightly. She closed her eyes and turned her head away, not speaking.

Roland stroked his chin and sized up Isabella for a while, then suddenly frowned. "That's not right. How could you have so many magic stones?! This stuff can't be used as currency in the South. What are you doing with so many magic stones? And so many high-grade magic stones at that!"

Isabella ignored Roland. Roland thought of her tight-fitting clothing.

The Knights might have brought a magic nexus. So these magic stones would be useful.

But even if Isabella had a reason to bring so many magic stones, she should have exchanged some currency.

But she seemed afraid to use magic stones to exchange for Southern currency.

The gold bars and silver ingots also seemed to be the same.

A strange thought suddenly appeared in Roland's mind. He asked, "Are these gold and silver intended to be used to make Southern gold and silver coins? Are you planning to mint money?

"Since you were planning to privately mint currency, why didn't you make the money before coming here?"

As he spoke, Roland picked up those gold and silver coins. After looking at them, Roland's expression became even stranger.

These were newly minted currencies!

This was the currency that Isabella had secretly manufactured behind the church's back!

To prevent people from seeing that these currencies were newly minted, she had specially aged them.

But these currencies were not easy to use in the South!

Because their year was wrong!

The year engraved on these gold and silver coins was fifty years ago.

Fifty years... To a wizard, it was like a fleeting moment.

But in reality, this was a very, very long time!

This was the time from when Roland's hometown signed the humiliating treaty and was regarded as the Sick Man of East Asia to when the Korean War shocked the world!

It also spanned from the Korean War to the economic take-off!

Too many things could happen in fifty years. For a healthy civilization, fifty years meant crossing several eras!

How many times had currency been issued in between?

Would it be appropriate to use the currency from the Korean War period now?

The gold and silver coins in front of him were indeed gold and silver, and they had always maintained their value, but they were antiques! They were souvenirs!

These silver coins even had odd values such as 2.5 silver pence!

The South no longer had such odd values in paper money!

That was the currency type from fifty years ago!

The types had been changed six or seven times in between!

How eye-catching would it be to go out on the street with such gold and silver coins!

Isabella hadn't failed to manufacture currency in advance. This group of people had created a pile of currency!

To make the currency so real and even carefully age it, reaching the point where even an alchemist and scholar like Roland couldn't tell that it was privately made—Isabella definitely had a team.

The people in this team were very clever, and there must have been many knowledgeable experts among them.

However, they were also a group of fools. In their opinion, the gold and silver coins from fifty years ago could be used now!

Isabella took these currencies, planning to be a big tycoon in Wilmik.

As a result, she suddenly discovered that she couldn't spend this money!

Roland observed the gold bars and silver ingots and found some alchemical traces on them, but they hadn't had time to process them—this was gold and silver created from magic stones and stones.

This kind of alchemy had a famous name—transmutation!

In the South, this was a legendary alchemical technique!

But in the Eastern Border, this alchemy was called 'dabbling'!

There were many wizards in the Eastern Border who understood transmutation, but anyone who used transmutation to turn stones into gold and silver was a fool.

Because using magic stones to make gold and silver was very unprofitable!

Only those councils with the Philosopher's Stone would take some time to stop the Philosopher's Stone's original work and make a batch of gold and silver coins for secular use.

This was also a very unprofitable behavior—the material consumption was zero, but it cost labor and time.

The Philosopher's Stone did have infinite magic power and could be used repeatedly. But there were too many things it could do, and using it to transmute stones into gold was the lowest-yielding method.

So, even using the Philosopher's Stone to transmute stones into gold was unprofitable.

Roland asked, "After you got off the ship, you found that the money couldn't be used, so you consumed magic stones and re-transmuted a batch of gold bars and silver ingots?"

"Then, you prepared to find some gold and silver coins of the appropriate era and then manufacture currency?"

"But then you encountered another problem—you did find gold and silver coins suitable as minting samples, but you found that you couldn't manufacture them in large quantities."

"Because you found that no matter which era, even the last issued gold and silver coins, you couldn't use them in large quantities!"

"Because paper money was now in full use here!"

"You could only go to the bank to exchange these things—with such a large exchange volume, you would immediately be targeted!"

At this point, Roland couldn't help but laugh. He said, "Hahaha, Miss Isabella, you really are an ignorant idiot! You're really good at transmutation. Who gave you this great idea?!"

Amid Roland's various taunts, Isabella couldn't hold back any longer. She opened her eyes and said angrily, "Shut up! Idiot! What do you want to ask?!"

Roland smiled. "It's nothing. Dear, look at what this is?"

Roland meaningfully took out a small box.

It was a delicate small jewelry box, but the things inside were not jewelry but a very well-preserved 'sage'.

This was the sage that Roland gave to his senior!

Isabella sneered. "Didn't you want that woman's token? This is your idiot fiancée's thing. Magic stones, gold and silver, currency, and this ridiculous sage are all hers. Do you still think Catherine isn't here?"

Roland gave a realizing 'oh'. He nodded and said, "So, this parchment with Catherine's handwriting is also hers?"

Roland took out a piece of parchment—the contents of which were exactly what he had seen today.

Isabella laughed and said, "I did see her this afternoon. You have no idea how pathetic she looked begging me. I thought she was going to do something important, but she just wrote a letter. That sage leaf wouldn't happen to be your token of love, would it? Heh heh... how romantic."

Roland, if you want to save your fiancée, there is only one choice—cooperate with me!"

Someone had mentioned before that when Isabella went to the monastery, she planned to transfer a group of people to the Department of Mysteries—imprisoning black wizards was originally the duty of the Department of Mysteries.

But she failed to negotiate and even had a fight with the Archbishop.

What she's saying now does indeed correspond to those events.

So, Roland couldn't use this to prove that Isabella was Catherine.

If it were anyone else, no matter how they thought about it, they wouldn't think that the Crown Princess of the Eastern Territory would come here specifically—for the Eastern Territory, Wilmik City does have a certain importance.

But that's the Crown Princess!

In the South, that would be equivalent to the 'Holy Maiden of the Holy See' or 'Holy Son of the Holy See,' second only to the Pope!

A position equivalent to the incarnation of a god descending to earth!

Compared to her status, having her come here to carry out a mission is too much of a fuss—it's even a bit outrageous.

But Roland felt that she had enough reason.

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Because she sent one before. But that idiot drifted at sea for more than twenty years.

She's here to find that person!

Completing the mission is just a side job.

Therefore, his senior sister was very likely to apply to her father to personally preside over the work in Wilmik City.

Therefore, she became a member of Roland's team.

However, this is just speculation.

Just like the sarcastic words Isabella just said—she might have obtained these things during the process of transferring the prisoners.

So Roland couldn't be sure of her identity.

But Roland had a way.

Without saying a word, he reached out and summoned. Then, a diary flew out of Diana's arms.

Taking the diary, Roland flipped through it for a while.

Then, with fire in his eyes, he asked, "Catherine, do I even have a daughter?"

"? ? ?"

Isabella looked at Roland with a completely bewildered expression, as if she couldn't understand Roland's thought process at all.

She frowned and asked, "What did you call me?"

"Hmph hmph."

Roland smiled coldly, touched the snake ring, and released the seven heroic spirits.

Then, with a gloomy face, Roland said to Theresa and the others, "Go and take Diana to rest, this floor is all our rooms. I told the gatekeeper monk, normally no one should come up. But if someone comes up, tell me in advance."

Theresa and the others looked at Isabella and Roland with strange expressions, and then glanced at Master Roland with disdain before leaving.

After everyone left, Isabella felt inexplicably flustered and said, "What are you going to do?"

Roland reached out and pinched her chin, then leaned close to her neck and took a very lecherous sniff.

Roland said in her ear, "Guess?"

After saying that, Roland suddenly pulled down her pants.

Isabella was stunned. By the time she reacted, she found Roland standing beside her, grinning as he unbuckled his leather belt.

Looking at the crackling leather belt in Roland's hand, Isabella's face turned pale. She really couldn't hold on any longer.

She struggled and said, "You madman! What are you doing?!"

Roland said in a very lecherous tone, "Pretend, keep pretending, you and Anna keep pretending!

Don't think I can't see through it!

The moment you took off your pants, you gave yourself away!

You're really amazing, your acting is really amazing!

But you have a fatal flaw in your acting—your moral bottom line for this kind of thing is too high.

You can't play the roles of Isabella and Katarina, who are promiscuous.

Heh heh, Catherine, didn't you just ask me, who is more seductive, you or Isabella?

You're not seductive enough!

You can't even pretend to be!

I haven't met Isabella, but she's much more seductive than you. You can't compare to her!"

Isabella smiled, twisted her waist, and said charmingly, "Oh~~ I see. Thanks for the compliment.

Your fiancée is really like a virgin. I just touched her face, and she seemed to be humiliated and couldn't take it.

You haven't even done it with her yet, have you?

Heh heh heh."

After saying that, Isabella regretted it a little.

Because she saw Roland nod with a gloomy face and cast a few evil spells on the leather belt—Roland was really angry.

Isabella asked a little nervously, "What kind of spells are those?"

Roland laughed heh heh and said, "Madam Goven, as the Grand Inquisitor, you should be more knowledgeable than my fiancée in this kind of matter, but now it seems that you don't even know how to train slaves?

These are spells specifically used to whip slaves.

There are usually 7 common types, and I know 13.

Today I'm going to use two of them.

One is called 'Curse of Remorse'—as long as a slave is hit once, they will feel endless regret. They will remember the mistakes they made today in their sleep and dreams and regret them.

The best thing is that no matter how strong the physical strength of the person being whipped is, they will truly feel the pain—you can understand it as 'holy damage (true damage)'.

Even better, after this spell is applied to the whip, no matter how hard you whip someone, it won't leave a scar!

So you can rest assured, because I'm going to whip you hard next, but you won't be scarred.

Another spell is called 'Curse of Joy'—opposite to the Curse of Remorse, this is a reward spell.

After being whipped once, the slave will experience heavenly pleasure, which is very unforgettable. If you whip them every day, the slave will crave the master's reward.

And it won't leave a scar either.

—I just said it. You are definitely not Isabella.

Let me give you an example. Next, when I whip this belt down, a real bitch will shout out very happily.

She simply wouldn't care what kind of spell I use on her. She would only continue to seduce me in order to trick me into unlocking her shackles.

But you won't, you will feel great humiliation!

Even if you pretend, you can't call out that kind of flavor."

Isabella was dumbfounded and said, "What are you talking about? You wouldn't mistake me for your fiancée Catherine, would you? I'm not her!"

With a snap, the sound of a belt and a stinging pain came from her buttocks, and Isabella's body tightened. Under the effect of the spell, she let out a cry. Then she felt a great humiliation.

She looked at Roland with fire in her eyes and said, "I'll kill you, you dare to use this kind of spell on me, I'll kill you!"

The spell Roland just used wasn't either of those two spells at all, just a spell that made people feel pain.

Her reaction was a little too intense.

Roland determined who she was.

Roland smiled and said, "In a while, when I'm pounding on you, don't forget to keep roaring like that. I like to hear it, and I also like to see your ashamed and angry look."

Isabella was slightly stunned and asked in astonishment, "Pounding? What pounding?"