I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha

"This is the Book of the Dead flowing out from the Western Desert, belonging to the Barangu School. I believe everyone understands the things of the Barangu School."

"It has very few shackles, less than 20, but the constraints are extremely strong. Even a novice apprentice, or even a Muggle, can use it to control a small number of powerful undead without any problem."

At this time, twelve coffins had been placed on the stage. Ten of the coffins stood upright on the platform, and two coffins lay flat. Those two coffins were very large, emitting black gas, as if some fierce and ominous things were sleeping inside.

A young scholar, with a pale face, walked up. He looked very scared, but he still boldly walked to the center and took the book from the auctioneer's hand.

This young scholar was a typical wild wizard. He had almost no magic power, and it was even possible that he had no magic power at all, but temporarily took medicine to possess a trace of magic power.

But he was very knowledgeable, and he could recite the spells in the Book of the Dead fluently. Some of the ancient Barangu language was also pronounced very accurately.

As the young scholar gave an order, the ten coffins creaked and opened all at once. Ten neatly arranged skeletal gravekeepers, holding spears, walked out of the coffins and lined up on the platform in orderly steps.

Immediately afterwards, a servant hurriedly cast an ice shield and stood on the left side.

"BaLerTi!~" The young scholar pointed to the left. The ten skeletal gravekeepers 'crack crack crack' strode forward, and stabbed towards the servant, swishing.

The ice shield was pierced with holes in the blink of an eye. Black gas lingered on the shield, and it soon shattered.

When the ice shield completely shattered, the ten spears stopped in front of the servant, right before his eyes.

A bean-sized drop of sweat dripped from the servant's chin.

The scholar gave another order, and the skeletal gravekeepers neatly put away their spears, and loyally stood in place.

Both the scholar and the servant breathed a sigh of relief.

Just now, the scholar ordered the undead to attack the ice shield in the servant's hand, so the undead did not attack the servant himself.

Roland couldn't help but want to applaud, but there was very little applause from the audience, and he suddenly realized something.

Those ten skeletal gravekeepers looked very powerful, but they were the most obedient and loyal kind of undead. Controlling them was not difficult, and it did not show the power of the book.

At this time, the scholar recited another passage of text, and then the two giant coffins lying flat on the ground shattered with a bang, and two rotten fierce beasts nearly three meters high jumped out.

They were actually two werewolf corpses, and they were more brutal and ferocious than when they were alive. After appearing, they roared hoarsely at the audience.

In those rotten eyeballs, bloodthirsty flames were burning, and red and green mucus was flowing from their mouths. They looked as if they had been tortured to death alive, and they had entered a violent state before they died.

This thing was already fierce, and once it went berserk, it would not recognize its relatives. Because it was already dead, it could not satisfy its hunger, so it was the most difficult thing to tame.

These two refined werewolf corpses faintly possessed the magic level of the second rank. Many low-level and intermediate apprentices in the audience were shocked when they saw them about to rush off the stage. For a time, the audience was in chaos, and many people stood up and even took up their wands to prepare to meet the enemy.

But the two wolf corpses roared for a long time, but they still stood obediently in place. Their whole bodies twitched as they looked at the scholar, seeming to want to tear the person who ordered them to pieces, but there seemed to be an invisible shackle on their bodies, firmly controlling their behavior.

The scholar pretended to be calm, flipped a page of the book with cold sweat on his face, and said a complex ancient Barangu language.

So, the skeletal gravekeepers swished, raised their spears, and stabbed towards the two wolf corpses.

The two werewolves struggled and roared in place, but did not fight back. It was not until the scholar gave another order that they frantically pounced on the gravekeepers.

The two werewolves smashed several gravekeepers to pieces, and the two sides fought on the platform.

It was not until the scholar gave another order that the two sides stopped.

The servants hurriedly cleaned up the wreckage, and carefully collected every bone with magic. These undead were all made by Lord Dahl, and they had to be reused. They had to be repaired well after the auction today.

"Thank you for watching, scholars, academics, and mentors." The young scholar bowed deeply to the people on and off the stage very humbly. Then he left the book and followed the servants off the stage.

The audience under the platform applauded enthusiastically. This time, even the wizards upstairs did not hesitate to applaud. The venue ushered in a heated discussion.

Roland's expression was calm, but his eyes were about to glow red.

That scholar was just a Muggle, but he could control so many undead with a book. Then what if it was an intermediate apprentice? Could he control a Tier 3 spirit, and a group of evil spirits and wraiths?

He must get this Book of the Dead!

Roland cursed inwardly: 'Why did you do such a vivid demonstration! This has instantly driven up the price!'

The auctioneer struck while the iron was hot and said: "As you can see, as long as you have a little knowledge of necromancy, even a Muggle can use this book to command the undead servants as if they were his own arms. Even if you don't like to study necromancy, it is also an excellent defensive treasure to give it to your children at home."

"Base price 1000 magic stones!"

There was an uproar in the audience, and Roland's face stiffened slightly.

The base price is 1000 magic stones, how much will it be hyped up to in the end?

As Roland expected, as soon as the bidding started, the buyers in the audience started bidding one after another.

The bidding was fierce, and the numbers were being raised one after another.

But Roland showed a strange expression.

The bidders seemed to be all apprentices. They were trying hard to add dozens of magic stones at a time, and it took a long time to raise the price by two or three hundred.

Roland suddenly understood.

The base price excluded most of the apprentices. More than a thousand magic stones was the limit for most apprentices.

At this time, the bid reached more than 1,300, and no one had bid for a long time. The noble apprentice who made the bid could not help but show a happy expression and looked nervously around. The remaining wealthy people showed hesitation, and after thinking about it, they felt it was not worthwhile, so they stopped.

"1500."

A faint voice came from upstairs.

Everyone looked up and saw that it was the wizard who came last.

It seemed that he had found something he liked.

After a while, someone upstairs bid again.

"1700!"

The corner of Roland's eye twitched slightly. He said intentionally or unintentionally to the female appraiser next to him: "These idiots, didn't they see that this book is operated in ancient Barangu language? Although ancient Barangu language is easy to recite, the meanings are very different. Not only is the semantics obscure and difficult to understand, but also most of the languages and translations passed down from archaeology are incomplete.

If you can only recite it but don't understand its meaning, there will be big problems after buying it back!"

After a pause, he shook his head and said: "If it exceeds 2000, it is better to buy a few strange objects. Is the 'Flower Moss Magic Robe', which is the treasure at the bottom of the box, confirmed to be made by that guy Dahl himself?"

The female appraiser said respectfully: "Yes, sir, it is an excellent product that was accidentally refined, sir. Many people came for this magic robe."

Roland nodded, got up and asked: "Where is the toilet?"

The female appraiser led Roland out of the door, told him the location, and did not intend to follow him.

After a while, Roland returned to his seat, and the female appraiser's eyes were slightly evasive.

Roland looked at the audience and found that the bid had reached 2,200. Now, after he left, the price was no longer being raised by hundreds.

Seeing that the few people who were bidding slowly were already sweating profusely, Roland made a bid. After that, no one bid.

The female appraiser breathed a sigh of relief.

White Fang Club did a little trick today and hired some shills. But this matter was not something that the appraiser, Miss Kayla, could control.

However, she saw that this wizard was already unhappy, so she secretly sent a message.

Roland finally got the book for 2,600.

'Sure enough, they are all shills! That witch named Kayla just spread my words, otherwise I would have had to spend another thousand magic stones today!'

Today, most people came for the 'Flower Moss Magic Robe', which is also known as 'Blood Skin'.

In addition, several extremely rare soul garlics that Roland sold did not sell for high prices. Therefore, the Book of the Dead should not have been hyped to too high a price.

Besides, the problems with this book can be seen by formal wizards. What are you buying it back for?

He originally thought he could pick up a bargain, but the organizer would rather risk 'no sale' than sell it at a low price. Because this would affect the market price too much. If the gold master finds that it cannot be sold at a good price here, he will not send goods over in the future.

However, 2,600 can be considered a small bargain. Normally speaking, if there was a necromancer today, it would have to be sold for three or four thousand.

And if that necromancer also understood ancient Barangu language, then he would have to fight Roland to the end. It's hard to say how much it would be hyped up to at that time.

After all, the more strange necromancy is, the more it is related to the underworld, and it is worth studying in depth.

Therefore, although he cursed in his heart, he calculated that although he sold a few goods at a low price, it was still worthwhile to take down this book for 2,600. So he felt much better.

'The water in this place is indeed very deep. If you don't pay attention, you will be treated as a fat sheep.'

At this time, someone brought the book over. Roland pretended to be calm and glanced at it twice before putting it away.

Indeed, this book was written in ancient Barangu language. This language is very rare, and there is no translation in the Eastern Territory.

But Roland has Aleya's Notebook, so translating the content in the Book of the Dead is not a problem.

In addition, this book also seems to contain many scriptures of the 'Goddess of the Styx, Heraka,' all written in ancient Babylonian.

I don't know what these scriptures are for, but they occupy 80% of the entire book, and most of them are 'poems.' The remaining 20% is the commentary and translation of other wizards on the scriptures.

The newest novels are first published on 6 9 books!

So the whole book is actually written in ancient Babylonian scriptures. To put it bluntly, it is a scripture book of the Goddess of the Styx, Heraka!

Relatively speaking, the spells in the book seem to be things that match the scriptures.

The Muggle scholar couldn't use spells at all before, but he used the content in the scriptures to command the undead as if they were his own arms and fingers.

Roland became extremely interested in this.

Roland paid the money and the transaction fee. Then he took a few sips of coffee and a few bites of the sweet, greasy dessert. Then he patted his butt and planned to leave.

"Sir, aren't you going to take a look at the 'Flower Moss Robe'?" the female appraiser asked hurriedly.

The 'Flower Moss Robe' is the 'Blood Skin' in the reporters' mouths.

This thing is a robe made by earth element alchemists using specially cultivated lichen moss.

Moreover, this robe is top-quality, not the kind of inferior or failed product that Lord Dahl usually sells to Black Abyss apprentices.

Many formal wizards come for the Flower Moss Robe.

The female appraiser saw that Roland was rich and generous, and wanted to keep him. Even if he didn't buy it, it would be good to have a shill.

The 'skinning' incident recently hit Dahl's group hard. Just like the Book of the Undead just now, it was hyped up for so long, and a bunch of undead were specially bought to demonstrate it. Usually, it could be sold for three or four thousand magic stones, but this time it was sold for only two thousand six!

Seeing the female appraiser pestering him, Roland pinched her pretty face and said, "I'm short of a student, would you like to come?"

The advanced female apprentice stiffened and hurriedly said, "Sir, I am Lord Dahl's student... and also his lover."

Roland looked at the female apprentice with the eyes of a corpse, admiring her very much, and walked away without looking back.

That look scared the female apprentice out of her wits, and she was no longer interested in staying. She ran to her mentor and thoroughly checked her body several times—just a normal check. Only when she was sure that the undead wizard had not left any marks on her did she breathe a sigh of relief.

She went to take a shower to wash away the bad luck.

On the other side, after Roland swaggered out the door, he summoned chains and flew out of the town with great fanfare.

An hour later, the auction ended, and the formal wizards left one after another. Most of them left the town.

Two hours later, some apprentices walked out of the auction house furtively. Some left the town, and some hid in various parts of the town.

At night, there were some charred corpses in some alleys in the town.

In the most lively luxury bathhouse in the town, a young, plain-looking wizard sat in the lobby eating.

It was very lively here, with many Muggles and many apprentices. The personnel were also very mixed. But it was the most peaceful area in the town.

After the young wizard finished his meal in a certain area of the bathhouse and observed for a while, he finally felt relieved.

This person was Roland.

After leaving the auction, he did a series of operations, and finally circled back to the town. But no one followed him.

Roland was actually overthinking it.

No one wanted to provoke a necromancer who possessed the Book of the Undead.

There were only a few necromancers in the surrounding areas who were qualified to be invited by the organizer. Each one was more sinister and cruel than the last. Each one had more servants. Provoking them would be like stirring up a hornet's nest.

If something went wrong, the entire White Fang Society would have to stand on the side of the necromancer, because if this kind of master was unhappy, the entire town would suffer.

Dahl Town (Bloodfang Town) is a town full of medieval customs, so bathhouses are very popular here.

The town has about 7,000 local residents, and more than 10,000 people including the floating population and vendors. But there are three large bathhouses and five small bathhouses. The number is no less than taverns.

This is an important social place and a place for leisure and entertainment for people.

And there are many kinds of tricks.

Roland specially chose the most popular one, or rather, he specially chose the most chaotic one.

He had specifically inquired from the guide (the coachman) that many Muggle nobles and wild wizards came here. Formal wizards found it annoying here, so they would not come. Some apprentices with status would not come here either.

Therefore, this most chaotic place was actually a very good place to stay.

There were even nude baths and mixed-gender baths inside. Drinking and eating were also available.

If you opened a room, there would be a group of men and women serving you, specializing in helping with boiling water, scrubbing, massage, singing, reciting poems, and other services. And it was very particular, with various spices and herbs.

According to a certain bard, these bathhouses, in addition to having beautiful girls and sumptuous breakfasts, would also make people's purses become more and more empty.

"Open a room." Roland came to the front desk and threw over a magic stone.

When the girl at the front desk saw the gemstone, she knew that this was a foreign wizard. So she carefully asked, "Sir, do you need to exchange silver coins?"

Roland looked at the White Fang Society's emblem on the counter and revealed a look of realization.

He had just sneaked in and was worried about where to exchange silver coins when he was having dinner. A magic stone could be exchanged for five or six cows in the secular world. If it was only used to stay for a day and eat a meal, it would be a terrible loss.

Of course, exchanging silver coins was also a loss. In some remote aristocratic territories, local lords would use a lot of gold to buy magic stones in order to send their children into the world of wizards.

But Dahl Town was a trade zone. Not only were there many local wizards, but wizards from various schools also came here often. So there was no hope for this kind of good thing.

In the academy, silver was an alchemical material, and a magic gemstone could be exchanged for a pound of silver. But here, you could only exchange it for silver coins.

The front desk specially weighed the silver coins and exchanged Roland's magic stone for a hundred or so silver coins.

These hundred or so silver coins added up to a pound. But the silver content was only about 80%. The White Fang Society could earn a dozen points for every magic stone exchanged. This was also an important source of revenue here.

Roland didn't care about these things. He saw that the quality of the silver and gold coins here was good, so he took out more than twenty magic stones and exchanged some more.

The girl at the front desk exchanged these things every day, so she didn't pay much attention to the business of these twenty or so low-grade magic gemstones. She diligently exchanged a small bag of gold coins and several bags of silver coins for Roland.

Looking at the money, Roland sighed secretly. Then he dropped a handful of silver coins, opened a room, and told the front desk that he and others would stay for a few days first. If it wasn't enough, he would replenish it, and if there was too much, it would be the girl's tip.

The girl counted the dozen or so silver coins and said that the money was definitely enough, and asked if he wanted to have supper and private room bathing services. Otherwise, the tip was too much and she wouldn't feel at ease taking it.

Roland said, "No need, hot water is fine. Also, I don't like anyone living next door. Pick a quiet one."

The girl at the front desk immediately arranged it. She told Roland to wait a moment, and the servants would prepare the room and hot water.

In most periods of the Middle Ages, people loved to take baths. The style of the bathhouses was similar to that of the Roman era, with many variations. It was an important social place. There were dozens of bathhouses of all sizes throughout Paris. Some poets even wrote some special poems.