I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha

"You're the idiot! You and that... both of you are big idiots!"

Lilith didn't dare mention Catherine's full name directly.

She and Catherine were in the same tower, and she had been disciplined by Catherine quite a bit recently.

Although Lilith had a high status, she was no match for Catherine at all. Her nominal vice-principal instructor had to bow his head and act like a grandson in front of Catherine, let alone her.

If Lilith was the little demon king of the Black Abyss, then Catherine was the great demon king. Therefore, even someone as arrogant as Lilith only dared to speak ill of the great demon king behind her back.

She came this time to announce something: "I've already discussed it with that old man Ukosa. I'll have a separate team, with no limit on the number of people. I can pick the members myself."

The pupils of the crowd constricted slightly, not expecting the old Black Abyss guys to give 'Angel' such great power.

Roland's eyelids twitched fiercely—this was bad! Lilith was going to drag me along to court death. Sigh, wait a minute, I'll just desert later! Haha!

Lilith gave Roland a provocative look, half-smiling, and said, "From now on, you are all my subordinates. Later, pick out all the ones who can fight for me. Don't worry, as long as you stick close to me, I guarantee you'll go in alive and come out alive."

Roland secretly complained in his heart: 'Bullshit, you're just forming a group to court death, aren't you?'

Andy asked about the landing location, and Lilith looked at the map in his hand and said, "Anywhere is fine. Oh, were you originally planning to teleport here? Then let's just do it here."

Roland was secretly delighted. He thought, 'This is even more convenient. You guys play, I'll just go in, get the magic potion, and come out.'

After some discussion, everyone felt that they should communicate with the magicians before setting off.

Lilith pulled Roland aside: "Are you going to help me or not?"

Roland asked calmly, "That special sapling, is it in your hands?"

Lilith's eyes lit up, giving Roland a 'you know what's up' look.

Then she took out a long, small box, which contained an inconspicuous twig: "I've agreed on a signal with it. It will start growing when watered. It grows faster than bamboo, and can be twenty or thirty meters tall in three to five days."

Roland cursed inwardly: 'As expected, Lilith is the most dangerous factor!'

He calmly took the thing.

If such a dangerous thing was held in Lilith's arms, wouldn't it kill Charlie and the others?

Roland would definitely take it away. He planned to take this thing with him when he left.

Lilith added: "After entering, we'll go west, and you take a few people to go east. Plant it in the very center of the forbidden area. I'm counting on you, Roland. Now, besides you and me, there aren't many people who understand this."

Roland asked, "What are you going to do with Charlie and the others?"

Lilith smiled mysteriously and said, "Never mind that, you just need to promise me to plant the tree, and I will bring them back alive."

The branch president had already handed over the command to Lilith, and Roland couldn't interfere.

The only thing he could do was take the Shepherd Tree away.

He sighed secretly: 'Charlie, ah, Charlie, I can only help you this far. Good luck to you.'

At this time, someone from the White Chess Academy's magicians also came over. But this person was just a deputy minister, not a leader.

The apprentices from the White Chess Academy obviously didn't take the Black Abyss seriously, and everyone was very unhappy.

After asking, everyone learned that the deputy minister wasn't here to discuss anything with them, but to summon them over.

Everyone was even more angry after hearing this.

Lilith turned around and left, but Andy suppressed the matter and said, "Let's go take a look. We still need to cooperate."

Charlie whispered to Roland, "The head magician is Prince Charles. He is my cousin. The White Queen is very optimistic about him."

Roland knew who this person was.

Soon, everyone went to the White Chess magicians.

Charles had blond hair, a tall figure, and a handsome face. He looked like a lion.

He and Charlie looked five or six parts alike, and his strength was extraordinary. He faintly had the brilliance of seven or eight strange objects on his body.

He was clearly about to advance to a wizard, but he seemed to deliberately suppress his strength and didn't break through. It was all for this Academy Cup.

Andy and the others chatted with the magician Leander over there, while Roland and the others were too lazy to participate, and stood behind Andy chatting idly. Next to them was also a group of magicians. The leader was the vice president.

Roland couldn't help but glance at the vice president's face a few times.

He was very beautiful, but that wasn't the point.

The point was that after Roland glanced at the vice president just now, the Book of Aleyah shook.

Some such content appeared above:

[You vaguely have a feeling that you seem to have come to a crossroads of fate.]

[You decide]

[A. Silly child, run away!]

[Completion reward:

Jili Gulu and Guli Jila * 1;

Roland - 1;

Coral worm + 1;

Good brothers forever + 1;

I understand! * 1;

Certain ability comprehension level + 1]

[B. Do it!]

[Completion reward:

"It's fake, it's all fake! Sorcery, it's sorcery!" * 1;

"Ha, ha, ha!" * 1;

Three sea urchins * 1;

Can we still be good brothers?! * 1;

Wizard territory opportunity + 1]

Roland's face was strange. He couldn't understand the meaning of these prophecies, but it seemed that if he 'didn't do it' next, there would be very serious consequences.

But if he did it... the results of the prophecy seemed disgusting.

What 'can we still be good brothers?' If we can't be brothers, we'll get a wizard territory?

Roland felt a chill. 'Could this good brother be related to this vice president?'

Roland couldn't help but look at the beautiful vice president again.

This vice president's name was very neutral, called 'Joan'. He was a little too beautiful, even more beautiful than the witches around him. He was tall, with long legs of 1.8 meters, and smiled with a sunny face.

He was surrounded by several high-level female apprentices, all of whom were infatuated with him.

But Joan seemed a little strange. When he was flirting with these ladies, there wasn't a trace of desire in his eyes. It was a bit like a social engagement. Instead, when he saw a handsome guy passing by, his eyes would suddenly light up.

Especially when he secretly looked at the president 'Blond Prince Charles', there was an unspeakable thing in his eyes... just like Helena usually secretly looked at Roland.

Moreover, Joan seemed a bit of a scumbag. When Roland was looking at him, he was holding a beautiful lady's hand, looking at her fingernails: "Oh~ you're also a left-hander."

The witch lady asked curiously: "How can you tell?"

Joan shook his head, touched her middle and ring fingers without nails, and sighed: "Find a boyfriend earlier."

The witch lady blushed and punched him.

Joan 'Mr.'s chest bulged slightly like a strong man's, but Roland had seen many female knights and suspected that Joan had wrapped a chest binder around his chest.

Moreover, her figure wasn't burly, but very well-proportioned. If a man had such pectoral muscles, it wouldn't be this body shape.

Charlie whispered to Roland gossipingly: "I saw Joan secretly drawing a self-portrait before, and the appearance of Joan's female identity in the painting is really beautiful. Joan is the most famous pretty boy in the White Chess Academy, and many people speculate whether Joan is a man or a woman."

Lance interjected in a low voice: "It must be a man. The Stag family was cursed by the goddess Heraka. Witches are destined to live to 25 years old, and they will die on their 25th birthday. Joan is twenty-six this year, so he must be a man. Alas, we can only be good brothers."

Roland felt a chill in his heart. So he was the number one cross-dresser in the White Chess School!

Such a beautiful woman... no, such a handsome young man, but he's a cross-dresser. What a pity.

Joan's ears twitched, as if he heard the whispers here, and looked over with a cold face.

Charlie and Lance puffed out their chests and bragged loudly, hoping to get attention and wanting to be good brothers with Joan.

Roland: "? ? ?"

Joan looked at Charlie and Lance, with a look of contempt in his eyes. But when he saw Roland, his eyes suddenly lit up. He walked over with a smile.

"This little scholar, seems to be the first time to the forbidden area?"

Joan said to Charlie and Lance, he naturally stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to pat Roland's shoulder.

Due to the prophecy, Roland was very repulsed by this 'good brother'.

He felt a chill, directly took half a step back to avoid Joan's hand, and turned to Andy's side.

Lance and Charlie chatted with Joan, and the three of them came over together.

I don't know what Andy just talked about with the chairman of the magicians, Ryan, his face was a little ugly. He seemed to be suppressing his anger.

At this time, Roland heard Prince Charles say: ". Most of the Twilight people who came this time are middle and low-level apprentices. We have three times more people here, and more high-level apprentices than them."

It sounded like Prince Charles was planning to join forces with the Black Abyss Academy to find trouble with the Twilight apprentices.

He said: "I have already communicated with Lord Bruce (Dean of White Chess) and your Dean about this matter. As long as we encounter Twilight apprentices in the areas responsible for our two academies, none of them will be left. Lest they cause any abnormalities...

Additionally, the secret realm's gate requires the activation of arrays in various areas within to be fully opened. Otherwise, the professors won't be able to enter for the purification work. But this is also good, as our professors can't enter, neither can the Twilight's professors.

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Therefore, I suggest letting the apprentices participate in this purification work. Your academy is already ruined, even the Shepherd Tree is gone. The apprentices no longer have the means to purify contamination.

My original suggestion was to have you withdraw directly. But Lord Bruce brought some 'Sacred Fire Seeds'."

Charles beckoned to a witch beside him, and she took out a small box containing three Sacred Fire Seeds.

Sacred Fire Seeds are a good thing; they can not only purify contamination, but also protect people from mystical influences for a short time during mysterious events.

Andy frowned and said, "Your Highness Charles, as far as I know, Lord Bruce gave you thirty Fire Seeds this time, right? Why only give us three?"

Prince Charles raised his eyelids and said, "Do you have any use for them?"

With such a huge difference in status, Andy could only suppress his anger, but Charlie couldn't hold back: "What do you mean? Charles, are you looking down on us?"

Charles smiled and said to Charlie, "Focus on completing your studies in the Black Abyss. I heard that you've been idle lately, gambling everywhere, and even hanging out with Mudbloods. Although you're a collateral descendant of the family, you should still pay attention to your status and not tarnish the honor of Whitechess."

Charlie's face turned ashen with anger. Roland stopped him and took the three Fire Seeds from the witch's hand.

Afterward, Roland handed the small box to Andy and said, "Chairman Andy, to those who are capable, more work is given. We have few people, so let's not compete with the magicians for the limelight."

After speaking, Roland looked at Prince Charles: "Good luck to you."

Andy flicked his sleeves and snorted coldly at Charles. Subsequently, everyone from the Black Abyss followed Roland and Andy away.

Watching Roland's back, Prince Charles's eyes revealed a hint of surprise. He didn't expect this Mudblood who wanted to eat swan meat to have such prestige among the new generation of the Black Abyss.

However, mortals are ultimately mortals. After a hundred years, they'll just be a pile of yellow earth. There's no need to waste any effort on these summer insects.

"Your Highness Charles," Joan said gently, "The professors just came to urge us; let's enter the gate."

Charles nodded and asked, "Have the positioning anchors been distributed?"

"They've been distributed." Joan handed Prince Charles an amulet.

This group of people discussed it again, and then they all turned into fireworks, transforming into smoke and flying toward the incomplete teleportation gate.

On the other side, Roland and the others received positioning cats from an instructor and then reunited with Lilith.

After learning about what had just happened, Lilith looked at the backs of the group entering the gate and sneered, "A bunch of ignorant fools. Even the Black Abyss doesn't dare to easily provoke Twilight, yet they dare to entertain such ideas. It's been too peaceful for too long; many people have forgotten the methods of the Twilight Witches."

Indeed, there were very few people from Twilight's side this time; there were even only a few advanced apprentices. But Roland and Lilith didn't have the slightest bit of underestimation.

Roland had met Haywood and knew how troublesome these guys were.

The Red Skull Orea on the side said, "Not necessarily. The magicians have trump cards. That low-level apprentice standing beside Ryan, and that vice-chairman, are both 'Eyes'. With these two present, they aren't afraid of the mysterious at all."

Lilith raised an eyebrow and looked at Roland. She had seen many Eyes, but she had never seen one like Roland.

Roland gave Lilith a warning look, telling her not to speak carelessly.

Chairman Andy said, "Let's go in too."

Soon, Roland also followed everyone through the door. The positioning cat amulet in his hand lit up, teleporting him to the predetermined location.

Then he was dumbfounded.

He didn't teleport with Lilith and the others at all. The location wasn't the predetermined location either.

Beside him was Joan, the vice-chairman of the magicians. And Joan, at this moment, was also looking bewildered.

On the other side...

Prince Charles and the others successfully arrived at the predetermined location, which was the very center of the forbidden area.

But the number of people in the team had decreased by more than half, with only about twenty left. They searched around and found more than twenty people.

A witch said to Prince Charles, "It's bad, Your Highness. The teleportation gate was opened by the Twilight Witches; they tampered with it."

Another person said, "It's also possible that there's a traitor among us. Someone deliberately disrupted our positioning anchors. I felt that the instructor's expression was a bit off when distributing the positioning anchors."

Opinions varied.

Prince Charles said indifferently, "Small tricks. The Twilight Witches are entering in scattered groups. Naturally, they're worried about us gathering together and interfering with their plans. It doesn't matter; these fifty-plus people are more than enough. Contact Joan and see where he is. Tell them to be patient and wait in place. After we've cleared all the Twilight apprentices here, we'll go find them."

The witch bowed and accepted the order.

Prince Charles's calmness stabilized the team. Although their numbers were reduced by half, these fifty people were the strongest of the entire team. On the other hand, the vice-chairman's side was full of weaker people.

Most importantly, Prince Charles was invincible here. He had already secretly advanced to a formal wizard. This time, he took a special potion to enter the gate. As long as he takes the corresponding potion again, he can restore his strength.

Sure enough, after taking a bottle of potion, his body emitted the magical fluctuations of a formal wizard. That magic power far exceeded ordinary first-tier wizards. The intensity of the magic was even comparable to that of a mid-stage first-tier wizard!

Charles's strength was already terrifying, and he even had a pile of treasures gifted by the White Queen. He alone could probably clear out all the Twilight apprentices.

After reassuring the team, Prince Charles led the team toward the central area. After a kilometer, the group came to a clearing in the forest.

In the very center of the clearing stood a madman.

He turned his back to the crowd, swaying as he gazed at the moon, giggling in his mouth. He laughed while waving his arms up and down, as if using his arms as wings.

Hearing people walking out of the forest behind him, the madman turned his head and made a shushing gesture. He asked in a low voice, "Did you hear it?"

This madman was one of the advanced apprentices in the Twilight apprentice team. Strictly speaking, the Twilight Witches only sent three advanced apprentices this time.

These three advanced apprentices were all quite strong, possibly 'Prison Seeds', capable of awakening into quasi-wizards at any time.

But in front of His Highness Charles, it was meaningless. It would probably just be a matter of moving a finger.

The Eye in the team looked at the madman, bowed, came to Prince Charles's back, and said in a low voice, "Your Highness, this guy is very special; should we capture him alive?"

Prince Charles didn't move and responded with something in his mouth.

The low-level apprentice (Eye) didn't hear clearly. He didn't dare to look up at His Highness's noble face, so he risked it and carefully came to His Highness's back, wanting to get closer to hear His Highness's instructions.

He heard His Highness say, "Hee hee."

The low-level apprentice raised his head in astonishment, and then everything went black.

His Highness Charles was ecstatic, his body swaying with the madman.

Looking back, everyone was swaying and chuckling with the madman.

The low-level apprentice was dumbfounded.

Before entering the gate, everyone said that they would kill all the Twilight apprentices without leaving a single one. As a result, it hadn't even been half an hour since they entered. Then, after encountering such a Twilight apprentice, they were all wiped out!

The other party just laughed a few times, and this large group of elite apprentices led by a formal wizard was wiped out without a single one remaining.

In the blink of an eye, where were the people around him!

The low-level apprentice suddenly hugged his head. He grabbed his hair, looked at the surrounding forest, and shouted, "Desert! How can there be a desert here!"

"No, it's not a desert!"

"It's maggots!"

"There are maggots everywhere!"

In a trance, he saw a huge shadow in the desert, a huge pupa. Countless holy flies were frantically flying out of the pupa.

Their numbers blotted out the sky, covering the distant horizon like a raging thundercloud.

The desert and the dark clouds slowly devoured this dimensional world, taking away all the filth of this world and returning holiness and purity to the world.

Holy death. And pure decay.