I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha

Outside the gate, in the back mountains, Roland drove two sheep towards the back mountains while flipping through the book in his hand.

On it was written:

【Comprehension of All Abilities + 100】

'I made the right bet. Who said you can't choose three futures?'

Looking at his palms, Roland found them full of calluses, and his whole body was filled with inexhaustible strength.

Looking again at the surrounding bushes and trees, he was shocked to discover that he could name every kind of weed!

It seemed that he had achieved a qualitative leap in abilities such as swordsmanship and potionology!

Regarding what had just happened, the book described it this way:

【You have just earnestly expounded the underlying truth of this world, and through the mentor as a medium, you have touched the power of the underlying world from more angles.】

【Comprehension of All Abilities + 100】

Looking at these contents, Roland's expression became somewhat intriguing.

Previously, Roland had discovered through experiments that as long as he followed the book and acted crazy, he could improve his abilities. However, Roland, as a normal person, was very resistant to doing such things.

Today's events gave Roland a brilliant idea—to explain the logic in the book to the mentor and make the mentor go crazy! Then, he would reap the benefits!

The mentor satisfied his curiosity, and he improved his strength—a win-win!

After a pause, Roland suddenly sighed. He thought, "I previously misunderstood the core of the Visualization Technique. The correct method of cultivation is not to drive oneself crazy, but to drive others crazy!"

Shaking his head, Roland turned the page to his personal information.

【Roland】

【Realm: Apprentice Wizard (100/100)】

【Abilities Mastered: Advanced. Valerian Swordsmanship (0/1000), Apprentice-level Potionology. Beginner (41/100), Telepathy II (68/100), Luminescence II (83/100)】

【Forbidden Arts: Forbidden. Elementary Transformation (0/100)】

Closing the book, Roland's figure flashed, leaving a trail of afterimages in mid-air, appearing seven or eight meters away.

If Baron saw this scene, he would surely widen his eyes.

Because this was his famous technique—'Valerian Flash Sword'.

'Valerian Swordsmanship is actually so powerful!'

Roland was both excited and shocked.

That Hall Baron could understand this kind of swordsmanship meant that he was definitely not an ordinary nobleman. He just didn't know to what extent he had cultivated the swordsmanship.

Roland thought to himself, 'Can I kill the mentor's pet, "Miss Anna," now?'

Roland's heart began to swell.

He actually wanted to challenge 'Anna'.

Fortunately, Roland didn't think about whether he could handle the mentor, otherwise, Mentor Catherine would definitely laugh out loud after hearing this and teach this ignorant kid a good lesson with one finger.

Of course, Roland had no intention of challenging the mentor right now. What he was thinking about now was how to deal with that 'troll'. Tonight, he was going to escape. If he was chased by that troll halfway, Roland believed that he and Miss Anna would definitely have a battle.

Logically speaking, advanced swordsmen were the kind of people who could bring peace to a territory, and solving the problem of a troll harassing the territory would not be a problem.

'Still, be cautious. My escape plan is after advancing tonight. As for now, let's meet Miss Anna and learn about her information.'

Roland casually reached out and hugged the two sheep, striding briskly up the mountain.

These two sheep were unusually strong, weighing more than a hundred kilograms together. However, Roland carried them as easily as if he were carrying two packages.

The mountain road was winding and full of bushes, but Roland walked on it as if it were flat ground, and could easily leap over a distance of more than ten meters.

Soon, Roland realized that he was approaching his destination.

Under normal circumstances, even if he ran, it would take him more than half an hour to reach here, but now it only took him two or three minutes—and he was still carrying two sheep.

He didn't even have a drop of sweat on his head, as if the long journey just now was just a simple warm-up.

Moreover, his breathing was steady and powerful, showing that his control over his breath had reached a superb level.

As long as he took care of the smell on his body and concealed his aura, the troll would not be able to detect his existence when he approached it.

'Still, be cautious,' Roland warned himself. 'That troll... is a bit special.'

At this time, Roland had arrived at the center of the clearing.

As soon as he thought of that monster, his expression gradually became serious.

In the center of the clearing stood a small stone pillar half a person tall. The surrounding vegetation seemed to have been scorched, and there were still traces of dried, charred blood on the stone pillar.

The surrounding trees were unusually tall and dense, and it was eerily quiet.

The adventurers in town rumored that the cat witch had tamed a troll as a pet.

All along, Roland had just dropped the sheep here and left, so he had never seen the troll with his own eyes.

This time, he intended to meet it properly.

He tied the two sheep to the stone pillar and left as if it were normal.

However, this time, he did not return directly. Instead, after walking away, he returned to a dense bush nearby and lay there.

To avoid being smelled, Roland had deliberately crossed a small river when he came back and smeared his whole body with mud.

Now that he had taken care of the smell on his body, he lay in the bushes like a stone.

'What does that troll look like?' Roland used to be very nervous when he came here, but today he was unusually calm.

The improvement in strength had a great impact on a person's mentality.

After a while, a squirrel came to the bushes and started eating hazelnuts on his head.

After another while, there was a sound of tree crowns breaking in the distant forest, and a huge figure nearly three meters tall walked out of the forest.

Although he was dozens of meters away, Roland's eyes could see everything.

He quietly observed the 'troll' and suddenly felt a strange palpitation in his heart.

The 'troll's' appearance surprised him.

This troll gentleman was unusually tall, half as tall as a normal troll!

But his body proportions were unusually perfect—normal trolls had very strong and thick muscles, looking like bodybuilders on drugs. But this troll gentleman's muscles were delicate and powerful, as if they had been carved, like a marble statue walking down from a church icon.

His posture was also not as hunched as that of a troll, and his shoulders were as straight as pine trees.

Looking closely, his light blue skin seemed to be covered with mysterious tattoos. And his every move revealed an elegant aura, like a noble and elegant elf.

No matter how you looked at it, this was an elf!

However, he was over three meters tall, had tumors on his face and an ugly big nose, and huge teeth were exposed outside his lips!

These were typical troll characteristics!

'Those tattoos seem to be some kind of spell.' Roland felt an evil power contained in the tattoos.

It was as if... it was as if it were a curse.

The 'troll' knelt beside the two sheep, praying to the rising moon, or rather, confessing to the moon.

Seeing this scene, Roland's expression became even more strange.

'Would a troll confess to the moon before eating?' Roland was speechless.

The 'troll' reached out and sucked at the mouth of one of the sheep, and the sheep's body quickly withered like a deflated balloon.

Afterwards, the 'troll' gently stroked the withered sheep corpse, and the sheep corpse suddenly burst into flames and was purified and disappeared.

Roland's expression became very complicated.

'Mr. Anna even knows magic?! What kind of creature is he?!'

Roland, like most people, regarded Nall as Anna.

While he was distracted, Roland suddenly realized that the 'troll' and the other sheep had disappeared.

'Mr. Anna is gone? How is he so fast?!' Roland felt a burst of panic in his heart. He looked up and found 'Mr. Anna' standing next to the bushes not far away, looking at him coldly—in 'Anna's' hand, he was still holding a sheep.

Roland's expression became extremely ugly.