I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha

Swish, swish. Two spells flew from Roland's hand, one called Flesh Separation, and the other called Disintegration. They landed on the two corpses.

Immediately, the flesh and blood of one corpse completely fell off, leaving a pile of white bones. The other corpse turned into pieces scattered all over the ground.

These were all Twilight Spells! They were extremely cruel, but they could ensure the opponent was completely dead.

Roland actually knew a move called 'Soul Shattering Technique', which would have been even better for execution. But he didn't use it.

These Twilight Spells had originally been practiced by Roland to level 2-3. After going crazy with Joan previously, they had basically all been upgraded to level 3. They were better than what many high-level apprentices used.

After the corpses were shattered, Roland did something that Joan couldn't understand. He actually put all the pieces of corpses into a storage bag.

Afterwards, Roland took away the storage bags of the three people.

These three people had five or six storage bags tied around their waists, including a dimensional bag with very little space. He didn't know which dead person it came from.

He rummaged through the spider-man's bag and found a cocoon with tiny spiders crawling on it.

He frowned and studied it for a moment, then chanted a spell. Immediately, a few runes flickered on the spider web on Joan's body and flew into Roland's bag. The surrounding Tier 0 little spiders also crawled over and burrowed into Roland's bag.

This was actually a living extraordinary item!

Soon, the vine was also taken away by Roland. Then, without saying a word, Roland grabbed Joan, threw out the chain, and took the two of them away from this place at top speed.

A long time later,

Near a small river. Joan was helping the kind spirits make a fire, preparing to bake some dry food to fill their stomachs.

Roland was over by the small river, fiddling with the pieces of corpses.

Looking at Roland's back, Joan's expression was very complicated.

Joan was now finally sure that her good brother was the most orthodox member of the Old Black Abyss School.

The purest Black Wizard.

This kind of person is very decisive and does things without being bound by any thoughts. One second he might be calling you brother, but once core interests are involved, he will not hesitate to attack you.

Undead magic, curses, dark magic, and that extraordinary item that looked like Red Skull... Did his good brother still intend to let him live?

At this moment, Joan heard Roland chanting in ancient Balun language. Listening again, it was actually the Styx Hymn of the Goddess Heraka!

It seemed that Roland was saving the souls of the three Twilight apprentices.

Killing people, and also picking up the corpses to save them... Roland's actions made Joan feel very confused.

Afterwards, Joan saw Roland burn three sticks of incense over there, and finally muttered: "Dust to dust, earth to earth. Goddess Heraka, I have been a little slack in the past six months, and the souls I have ferried over are all demons. Today, I will send you three virgins, one female and two males. Please bless your officials and let us go back alive."

Joan felt bitter in her heart.

No wonder he had to pick up the corpses after killing people to save them... It was for profit.

Joan felt that she was definitely going to die in Roland's hands. Even if he didn't kill her himself, her death would definitely be related to him.

He was here to collect her life for the Goddess Heraka... She would eventually not be able to hide, and could not change her fate.

What a load of crap from the divination master! He also said that when she was 25 years old, if she wanted to survive the tribulation, hiding alone would not work. On her birthday, she had to find a special place, such as the World of Ending.

As a result, as soon as she came in, she encountered the arrival of God's servant. She thought she had survived the tribulation, thinking that Roland had saved her and helped her change her fate. But he turned out to be the shepherd of the Goddess Heraka.

Alas...

So be it. Her life was saved by him. If he wanted to take it away, then take it away.

Joan suddenly felt that if Roland sent her on her last journey, it would actually be not bad.

A big hand suddenly patted Joan's shoulder. Joan was shocked and looked back at Roland.

Roland said coldly: "You don't mind that I used black magic today, do you?"

Joan had no desire to survive now, but after thinking for a moment, she said: "Roland, I think that as long as it doesn't violate your conscience, no matter what kind of magic you use, others have no right to criticize it. Besides, the White Chess Council accepted the Black Abyss School in order to understand black magic."

After a pause, she looked at Roland with a complicated gaze: "Thank you for avenging my friends."

Among the teammates who teleported over with Joan, there were still some who escaped from the Great Eye Monster apprentice, but most of them died on this inevitable road.

Joan recognized a protective extraordinary item used by the Spider-man. It belonged to one of her friends.

Joan was still very sentimental.

Joan added some firewood and said: "Don't you want to look at your spoils of war? These people often go to the vicinity of the Black Abyss. Maybe you can find something belonging to the missing people from your academy in their bags."

Joan still had some desire to survive. For the past 25 years, she had been living so cautiously every day. What was it for? Wasn't it just to survive?

If there was hope of living, she didn't want to die.

At least, she didn't want this person, whom she already regarded as a good friend, to kill her for such a reason.

Her voice was a little trembling when she spoke just now.

Roland lowered his head and pondered, not knowing what he was thinking. But his expression was a little complicated.

After a moment, he patted Joan on the shoulder and said: "Good brother, I don't want to do anything that violates my conscience. Since I saved you, I didn't intend to kill you. But if we can survive today together, I want to make a 'Water of Oblivion' tonight. I hope you can cooperate."

The 'Water of Oblivion', combined with some magic spells, can delete or modify certain people's memories. Roland had the Twilight Wizard's notes, so he must know how to use this thing.

Joan was also proficient in potionology. After listening, she immediately understood Roland's meaning. She was both happy and worried.

As for why Joan was happy, she didn't know why she was happy. She was a person who was bound to die. Today was her 25th birthday, and even if she didn't die in Roland's hands, she would definitely die.

So, she didn't know why she would be so happy after hearing that Roland wouldn't kill her.

As for worry, this was her last day. She wanted to take this unforgettable memory with her.

The two of them ate something, and Roland rummaged through the storage bags of the three Twilight apprentices. He actually found more than two thousand magic stones and a dozen extraordinary items! Although most of them were middle and lower-grade extraordinary items, most of them belonged to White Chess apprentices. Only a few good extraordinary items belonged to the Twilight apprentices themselves.

This meant that they had killed at least ten people!

The two brothers cursed loudly, and then Roland placed all the things belonging to the White Chess apprentices on the ground: "Take away the relics of your acquaintances."

Joan had indeed hinted to Roland just now not to care about the chain. But she didn't really want him to rummage through the spoils of war.

So Joan was a little puzzled after Roland took out all the spoils of war for her to see.

Now she understood what was going on.

Joan secretly felt sad. She was a dying person and couldn't bring these things back at all.

She waved her hand and said: "You can take them all. Don't feel burdened. Your school has rules that anything obtained by killing Twilight Wizards is considered a reward for revenge. Even if the family members of the deceased want certain relics, they have to spend magic stones to pay the reward."

Although some White Chess Wizards had expressed dissatisfaction with this rule, the Black Abyss Wizards didn't care about that. Just like what Bernard said to Roland the first time he met him—these are our people, you can't control them!

With the Black Abyss Wizards taking the lead, the White Chess Wizards gradually got used to this rule. Many times, a certain wizard was short of money and desperately killed a wanted criminal, receiving a pile of spoils of war. As a result, others ran over and said that it was something belonging to his family. They wanted everything back, and you wouldn't get a penny.

This was very annoying.

After all, relics are relics, and some special extraordinary items may also be considered relics. But if you say that valuable extraordinary items are all relics, then it is obvious that they are here for the money!

In the eyes of the Black Abyss Wizards, this was completely a bad trend, and they did correct this bad trend.

Of course, if relatives come to ask for them, whether to charge money or not, and how much to charge, whether it is at the market price or symbolically charge some, all depends on the individual.

After listening, Roland immediately straightened his chest with confidence and felt very comfortable in his heart. To be honest, even if there was no such rule, he would definitely not let people take things for free if someone came to ask for extraordinary items. But with this rule, he was justified. Returning it to you is a favor, it is because I have a conscience, and you have to thank me.

If you give me a bad face, then get lost!

Joan told Roland that the family members of the deceased would generally offer rewards within the school, either for revenge or to purchase important relics. If Roland had any ideas, he could pay attention to them. If the reward tempted him, he could trade in person, or he could find a special middleman to handle such matters.

The families also generally have middlemen, so this kind of transaction is still very secretive. It can protect the privacy of both parties.

After chatting for a while, the two of them filled their stomachs and drank enough water. Then they poured the remaining water on the fire to avoid a fire.

There were still some embers left, and Joan wanted to get water, but Roland stood up in a hurry and pushed her away.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, I've been holding it in for a long time, just right." Roland unbuckled his belt and extinguished the fire.

Joan widened her eyes and opened her mouth slightly. After staring for a while, she found that Roland's height matched his little brother very well, both were outstanding. Her face couldn't help but turn red.

Roland was only focused on relieving himself and didn't notice Joan's expression. He only saw her suddenly get up, pick out some from a roll of special silk, and go to the small forest.

"You are really informal." Joan said as she left.

Roland rolled his eyes and muttered: "The nobles are different from us who crawled out of the mud. Even peeing is so particular."

That being said, he knew that Joan was going to take a dump.

Soon, the two continued on their way. As they were about to reach the summit of the mountain, Joan looked back and saw the southern sky was a fiery red. A towering giant tree stood on the horizon, its canopy replacing the clouds.

Looking ahead to the mountain peaks, she could see the northern sky in the distance, a dark and heavy expanse, with faint objects resembling stars twinkling. It was as if night had replaced day.

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Joan didn't know about the affairs of the God's Servants in the central region. She thought that this 'Land of Ending' was withering away because of the strange God's Servant in the south.

She couldn't help but sigh, "It's an eventful time. The Eastern countries have only been at peace for a hundred years, and it seems another war is about to break out. Roland, if you survive and return, it's best to leave the academy and find a territory to hide in, or you won't even know how you die."

Roland's heart skipped a beat, and he asked, "What will happen if war breaks out?"

Joan said, "The various academies will forcefully conscript soldiers. Even I, as a direct descendant of my family, am required to serve according to the council's regulations. And the Black Abyss Academy is always the vanguard. Since they joined the council later, they'll definitely try to prove themselves. As for the great nobles, they'll have to act as flag bearers.

If it were just the small skirmishes of the past few decades, it would be fine, but this time, it seems like a big one is coming. No matter how strong you are, there's a risk of dying.

Even if you pull some strings and find a good place to be stationed, you'll just be an assistant to some high-tower wizard. If the wizard dies, you probably won't survive either."

Roland deeply agreed. If a war broke out with the Twilight Council, those mysterious methods would definitely be used. If the other side went crazy and created something like 'Suffering,' which doesn't distinguish between friend and foe, then no matter how strong you are, it's useless. Under the laws, all beings are equal!

Joan told Roland, "However, there are still ways to exploit loopholes. For example, lords who own special territories. They can often avoid military service."

Roland asked, "But wouldn't wizard lords have to be formal wizards at least?"

Andy and the others wanted to obtain territories as preparation for the future. They were either about to advance to formal wizards or were certain to advance to formal wizards in the future.

And good territories are often hard to come by. If you encounter a good opportunity, you definitely have to seize it first and become a wizard lord after you advance.

Joan said, "Indeed, that's the normal situation. But some special territories can be managed by advanced apprentices as acting lords. After becoming an acting lord, you still have the responsibility to serve, but you can find some people to serve in your place. However, the people you find can't be too weak, or there have to be enough of them."

Roland sighed, "If conscription happens, who can serve for me? Finding someone who isn't subject to military service is already difficult. I'm afraid they wouldn't be willing to serve for someone else."

Joan said, "Idiot, go find wild wizards who don't belong to any academy! They'll be willing. A potion for advancement, plus some magic stones and knowledge, and they'll be willing to risk their lives for you. For many wild wizards, it's a rare opportunity. They're willing to take a gamble, and for you, you don't have to go to the battlefield. It's a win-win situation."

Roland remembered it in his heart.

Joan added, "Although there are many such special territories, some of them are located near strange areas or on the border. They're very dangerous. As far as I know, the Alexandra family's territories are mostly on the border, and these special territories often have some strange occurrences. So, if you don't find a territory you like with Princess Catherine, you can come to me."

Saying this, Joan became sad again.

She didn't have confidence that she could return.

She had only walked a little way up the mountain and already felt exhausted. She might even have to have Roland carry her, such a burden with a curse of certain death, which would kill Roland.

At this moment, the two arrived at the summit, and they were shocked to discover that ahead of them was a dim desert.

The dark clouds in the distance were heavy and low, very dark. Like a deep fog. The desert beneath the dark clouds rustled, seemingly slowly spreading in all directions.

Standing on the summit, the desert in front of them was boundless.

Joan was stunned. She murmured, "Desert... How can there be a desert?"

Roland said, "I'm afraid it's not just a desert."

He gazed at the desert, looking up at the dark clouds covering the sky above the desert, and said, "That's probably not just thunderclouds either."

A gust of wind blew from the distant desert, a fishy stench.

The desert was slowly wriggling, and the dark clouds were moving quickly in the wind.

Joan narrowed her pupils, zooming in her vision. When she saw the sand slowly sliding on each hill, her face turned pale.

"No, that's not a desert or dark clouds!"

She exclaimed in horror, "It's a God's Servant! This desert and these dark clouds are the God's Servant of the Goddess Heraca! They are Her kin!"

"This is the Dead Man's Desert of the Goddess Heraca. It is a forbidden place for the living and a sacred place for the dead!

The living will fall asleep here after entering. The dead will prostrate themselves and worship after entering. Whether living or dead, no one can pass through!"

Before this shocking desert, Joan resigned herself to fate, kneeling on the ground and covering her face, saying, "Roland, behind us is the Sea of the Dead, and in front of us is the Desert of the Dead. Roland, I can't accompany you on this journey anymore.

Go to the west by yourself, go to the westernmost edge of this world, where the road may not have been covered by the desert yet."

Joan suddenly laughed. She looked up at the great hero who had pulled her out of despair and said with a smile, "Ah, I don't need to drink your Water of Forgetfulness. Roland, I can't forget you now."

Roland slapped Joan's cheek lightly with the back of his hand, leaving Joan completely stunned.

He said casually, "What nonsense are you talking about? This desert is boundless. There's a road to the west, my ass. But, it's best if we still go take a look."

Saying that, he grabbed Joan under her armpits and lifted her up. Then, in a state of confusion, she was hoisted onto Roland's shoulders like a bag of flour.

Roland complained, "Stop crying like a woman, okay? I, your big brother, said I'd take you out alive, so just follow along. Don't fart near my face, if I smell it, I'll slap you."

Joan didn't argue with Roland. She covered her face and cried out loud.

She was clearly several years older than Roland, but she felt like Roland was her big brother. He was like a mountain. When he stood by her side, the wind and rain seemed to be unable to reach her.

As she cried, she shouted in her heart: 'Don't give me hope of surviving like this... Why do you still have to show me hope?'

Today was Joan's 25th birthday. In order to deceive the Goddess Heraca and escape the goddess's curse on the family's witches, in order to get away with it, for the sake of this only seedling, this only heir. Her parents had concealed her identity for 25 years.

According to her father's divination, the daughter must hide in another world on her 25th birthday. Then there will be a chance to escape the curse of the god of death, like that witch in the family's history.

The world of Ending is another world. Joan should have been able to deceive the heavens and cross the sea.

But the servant of the god of death has descended here...

Recently, Roland had also been hanging out with the Goddess Heraca, or rather, he had been putting in effort without results, freeloading off of Lady Heraca. Before today, he hadn't ferried a single soul, his performance was terrible.

As a Black Abyss Wizard, Roland clearly lacked the proper awe of the gods. He had no respectful heart at all, let alone the word piety. So, he was scared to death right now.