I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha

“Alright.” Roland got up and snatched the towel from Joan's hand, soaking it in the boiling water. Then he wiped himself down thoroughly.

Afterward, he fished out a pair of loose pants from the water, shook them vigorously a few times in the cave, and they were dry.

Putting them on, Roland asked Joan a question, then continued to wipe himself with the towel.

As he wiped his body, he said to Joan beside him, “You were being too annoying, so I stuffed you in the bag, so I could fly faster. Herrakar, cough, Herrakar favors me, I found the eastern side that wasn't completely covered by the desert, and I rushed out.”

His body was covered in firm muscles, chiseled like a knife, his inverted triangle waist like a cheetah, his robust back and arms like a tiger.

The wide shadow covered Joan's flushed face, making her heart race.

She decided not to reveal her gender.

Otherwise, tonight would be too awkward.

Yeah, just let him think she's a good brother. It's so cold tonight, it's perfectly reasonable for good brothers to share a blanket and sleep in each other's arms, right?

“Hey, are you listening?” Roland turned back and frowned at Joan.

“Oh, oh, I heard.” Joan lowered her head in a panic.

She hadn't heard a word Roland had just said because she hadn't taken in a single syllable. She also didn't care what method Roland used to bring her out of the embrace of the Goddess Herrakar.

She didn't even care if the Goddess Herrakar would take her away again.

Because none of that mattered anymore.

Once, a man had snatched her from the embrace of death... That was enough.

A towel was tossed into Joan's hands, she was stunned for a moment, and looked up to see that Roland had already put on his clothes and was washing down the cave.

“Hurry, hurry up and wash.” Roland urged as he busied himself, “I'm starving, bro. Can you stop dawdling?”

He hadn't heard Joan speak for a long time, so he frowned and looked over. He found Joan there with a red face, head lowered, not saying a word, unconsciously twisting the towel in her hands.

Roland squatted down in front of Joan, somewhat puzzled, and asked, “Are you okay? What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Or did you dream something while I was crossing the desert?”

Joan looked up at Roland's gentle face, and a strange feeling arose in her heart. She smiled softly, “I'm fine.”

After a pause, she pursed her lips and said, “Roland, thank you.”

Roland stood up, draped the towel over his shoulders, and chuckled, “Don't rush to thank me, you'll have plenty of time to cry later. I'm the type who loves to cause trouble, I'll definitely come knocking often in the future, dragging you down with me. If you want to run away then, no way.”

Joan shook her head and smiled, “If you come, I'll run twenty miles to greet you.”

“Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and wash, you stink.”

Roland knew this sissy was thin-skinned, she might be a little uncomfortable in the cave. But the snow outside was too heavy. And the stench in this cave hadn't been cleared yet, so he'd run outside while she washed. They were all grown men, what was there to be so coy about?

Hearing Roland's words, Joan began to undress.

She really wasn't being coy at all.

After Roland finished washing down the last spot, he turned around and took a look. He was stunned for a long time, then his eyes went dark, his foot slipped, and he almost tripped over a stone and fell to the ground.

This was a sporty girl who was skilled in swordsmanship.

Her figure was extremely slender and tight, and as she slowly wiped her body, facing Roland sideways, those exquisite curves were faintly visible in front of her chest.

On her back and chest, there were also faint marks left by years of binding.

On the large rock beside her, there was a chest binder of the kind often used by female knights.

Those long legs, over six feet tall, were captivating.

“Ahem, bro, it looks like our dinner is buried in the snow, I'll go outside and take a look.” Roland pretended not to have seen anything and strode out of the cave.

Joan replied faintly, “Okay.”

After a long time, Roland dragged the bear back to the cave. By this time, Joan had already finished, she was neatly dressed, wearing a set of simple casual clothes, the large curves in front of her chest faintly visible under the sweater.

She was no longer wearing that chest binder.

The cave seemed to have been tidied up again by Joan, and the magical potion she concocted in the pot was more effective than Roland's. It gave off a pleasant fragrance.

Neither of them said a word, they used magic to skin the bear, placing the plump bear paws and slices of large meat on the campfire to roast, causing savory oil to drip down.

Joan was fine, as far as she was concerned, thirty-odd hours had passed in the blink of an eye. There was no metabolism in between, so she wasn't that hungry.

Roland was starving, he ate quickly and a lot.

He devoured more than ten pounds of meat. He also drank a bottle of wine, which made him feel comfortable.

Joan was also used to eating big mouthfuls, not like a delicate witch from a noble background, but more like a hearty female knight.

Noticing Roland's gaze, her face turned slightly red. She slowed down her movements and became more delicate.

This time Roland didn't dare to fart.

He brushed his teeth at the cave entrance, and when he came back, he used magic to preserve the food that hadn't been roasted and put it in the bag.

Then he used magic to process the bear skin. Then he used magic to wash and dry the bear skin.

Looking at the soft and thick fluff on it, Roland couldn't help but sigh for a long time.

“What a great bear skin, I've never hunted such a big and good bear when I was in Valeria. It must be warm to sleep on.”

He smiled and said habitually to Joan, “We're in luck tonight, we'll spread the bedding we brought on top of it later... ahem.”

Roland's words stopped abruptly, he cleared a space on the outer side of the cave, and then spread out the bear skin and bedding.

Looking back, Joan was there resting her chin, looking at him, her eyes as gentle as water.

Seeing Roland looking at her, Joan's eyes smiled like crescent moons.

Roland sighed inwardly, he said softly, “This bear skin has only been temporarily cleaned, it has a fishy smell, so I won't let you use it. Did you bring a sleeping bag?”

“Yeah.” Joan nodded.

Roland said, “Okay, I'll sleep on this side of the cave entrance, the wall over there is cleaner and safer... Let's rest early, we have to travel tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

Joan responded, then began to pack up her things, and then took some things to the outside of the cave.

Roland took off his mage robes, leather armor, and boots, and put the quilt cloak over his body: “It's so cold... But it's quite soft.”

Vaguely, Roland saw the crystal ball next to his pillow light up slightly.

He picked it up and looked at it, but found nothing unusual.

It seemed that someone was trying to contact him just now.

This was the Holy Mountain. Once you entered here, you stepped half a foot into the outside world, and half a foot into the End World. Space-time and the lines of fate were all in chaos.

Here, communication, remote viewing, and divination were all ineffective.

How could anyone make his crystal ball light up?

Roland thought about it and contacted the people participating in the trial this time. As expected, he couldn't successfully contact any of them.

There were no words on the parchment either.

Shaking his head, Roland put down the crystal ball and prepared to continue sleeping.

Suddenly, he took up the crystal ball again as if possessed, and contacted someone who shouldn't have entered the forbidden area.

Still no connection.

'No, it can't be. It's not that idiotic to come looking for me.'

That being said, Roland put the crystal ball next to his pillow.

Joan seemed to be brushing her teeth outside the cave entrance. The toothbrushes of wizards were different from the toothbrushes Roland knew. It was a kind of specially cultivated strange plant. It could also be considered a kind of magic potion.

It didn't need toothpaste, it could clean teeth very cleanly.

There was no such thing in the secular world, and being able to use salt or some spices to rub your teeth was something only nobles had the resources to do. Just looking at a person's teeth, you could know their status and position. The teeth of commoners and even many ordinary nobles were yellow and uneven.

But the life of a wizard was very 'modern'. Not only did they have the habit of cleaning their mouths, but they even had plastic surgery.

Lost in thought, Roland saw the shadow by the cave entrance squat down, and then heard a rustling sound of running water coming from the cave entrance.

He quickly turned his back.

A moment later, Roland heard a gentle footstep behind him.

Joan came from the position at his feet to his front, adding some firewood to the campfire. Then Roland heard a rustling sound of undressing.

Immediately afterward, his quilt was gently lifted, and then, there was a person in Roland's arms!

Roland's eyes widened.

Joan rubbed against Roland's pillow in front of his forehead and said to Roland with a smile, “It's too cold, let's squeeze together. Hmm, it's really soft and warm.”

A pair of icy hands reached into his shirt from Roland's abdomen. Joan finally fulfilled her first little wish—to touch those eight-pack abs and merman lines.

Joan's fiery eyes. Made Roland's heart suddenly bump again.

He took a deep breath, reached out and pulled Joan's hand out of his clothes, and said, “Joan, can we still be good brothers?”

Joan put her hand back into Roland's clothes and said matter-of-factly, “You wouldn't have any ulterior motives towards your good brother, would you?”

Roland was slightly stunned, choked by Joan's logic and couldn't speak for a long time.

Joan said, “Don't tell anyone I'm a woman after we go out, okay~”

Roland nodded slightly and asked, “Why do you have to pretend to be a man?”

Joan rolled her eyes, speechless: “You really don't take your good brother to heart. Didn't Lance tell you?”

Roland suddenly remembered the organization.

Joan then told Roland the details.

Joan's family once served the goddess Hela. The family had always been diligent, but inexplicably angered the goddess. After that, the family's witches would inevitably die on their 25th birthday.

Joan also told Roland several strange stories about her older sisters—they died in all sorts of ways, it was like 'Final Destination'!

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However, the descendants of this lineage were very few. She was also her father's only child, and the only direct descendant of the family.

When Joan was born, her father and mother were already formal wizards. It is very difficult to have children after becoming a formal wizard.

In order to preserve this bloodline and the inheritance of their lineage, her parents began preparing from the day Joan was conceived.

Joan had always thought she was a boy since she was a child. To make her look more like a boy, her parents also had her practice good swordsmanship.

But her femininity was very strong. So, although she was raised as a boy, her XP firmly followed her chromosomes and she was attracted to boys.

When she was young, Joan was troubled for a long time because she didn't like girls but liked boys.

It wasn't until she had her first period that her parents quietly told her the truth, and she learned about her situation.

So, Joan is actually 25 this year, not 26. She deceived the heavens and crossed her birthday.

Roland asked, "Then what are you going to do in the future? Are you going to keep running away?"

Joan said, "Maybe it will be fine after 25. Someone in the family once escaped this calamity, and the goddess Hela did not pursue it further. But I heard that she later died in the wars of the various academies. I'm talking about the Western Territory; we haven't had a war here for many years. Our lineage fled here because of the war."

It seemed that the goddess Hela had a strange temper, inexplicably taking people's lives. But if one escaped her grasp, she would let it go.

Joan said, "Maybe I can live past thirty."

Roland said, "You will definitely live to be a hundred years old, Joan."

Joan looked into Roland's eyes.

Roland avoided her gaze and changed the subject: "I won't tell anyone about your identity, Joan. Perhaps if not many people know, the goddess Hela won't blame you... But how will your family continue in the future?"

Joan said, "Although I use a man's identity, I can like men. Then, we will have a 'adopted son' who looks a lot like us, to inherit everything from us."

Joan looked at Roland and stopped talking.

She obviously hoped that the man was Roland.

Roland didn't respond and changed the subject: "Every family has its own problems."

Joan smiled again and said, "Of course, I can also marry a woman... But I have problems in that area, so I have to adopt an adopted son and pass it on. This adopted son can be adopted from relatives, and that is also our family's bloodline."

Roland satisfied his curiosity. He sighed again: "Good brother, doesn't that mean you'll be single for the rest of your life?"

Joan was inexplicably annoyed and pinched Roland's waist: "Roland, this place is only half a day's journey away from the summit of Holy Mountain. The Eastern Territory will be in chaos again in the future. After we part tomorrow, I'm afraid we don't know if we'll ever see each other again."

When Joan pinched Roland's waist, he wanted to take Joan's hand away. After hearing these words, he sighed secretly: 'The Great Dao is ruthless, friends of the past. One farewell, and one look back, and you can no longer see the figures of the past behind you.'

Joan stared blankly at Roland's heroic face.

Her eyes were very clear.

Along the way, the two had experienced many things together. In Joan's heart, she had an evaluation of this knight, big brother, who had saved her many times: Devil's means, angel's heart.

Once, Joan had no contact with men and had no emotional experience. She had a crush on Prince Charles, who had status, appearance, and strength.

But what she missed was not Charles himself, but her fantasy of a 'hero'. This fantasy made her forcibly ignore many, many shortcomings in Charles. What she was really missing was not Charles, but a virtual hero.

Now, this virtual hero has vividly appeared in front of her.

She suddenly understood what kind of man a man is.

Prince Charles and Roland are two kinds of people. One is a hypocrite, the other is a true hero.

It can be said that seeing Yang Guo once is a lifelong mistake.

Roland, after coming to this world, really played the role of Yang Guo.

He has a 'aunt' who brought him into the business.

He has already wronged many people. Helena, the little junior sister who never took the initiative, started writing poems for him after meeting Roland.

After meeting Roland, Kaylee gradually broke away from the world of dust and began to maintain her chastity.

And Joan... She felt that she would never like anyone else in her life.

It's a pity that Roland's heart has been occupied by the 'aunt' who pushed him hard in the ruins.

As for other people... If they only met once, I'm afraid it would be difficult to suddenly burst into flames.

Joan wanted to get into Roland's arms, but Roland's arm happened to be blocking there: "Good brother, the weather is so cold, let's sleep together."

Roland didn't even open his eyes: "Good brothers don't sleep together."

Joan said, "Good brothers sleep together."

"There are no good brothers who sleep together." Roland rubbed his eyes and turned over tiredly.

Joan hugged Roland's back stubbornly, her chest tightly贴on his back.

The hot, fragrant breath sprayed on the back of Roland's neck. He didn't look back, but he could feel Joan's hot, pounding heart.

After a while, it was as if she had made some determination. The mischievous hand stretched to Roland's waist, abdomen, and chest.挠啊, 挠啊的. She pretended to be very naughty, but her whole body was shaking.

After a long time, the big man didn't react at all. Joan frowned and looked up, only to find that the guy was snoring softly.

'Idiot! Idiot!' Joan cursed fiercely in her heart, turned around and went to sleep in a fit of anger.

After a long time, Roland opened his eyes, looked at the crystal ball next to the pillow, and sighed deeply.

Outside the cave, snow was flying, and Roland looked outside, feeling upset.

Joan had said before that the White Chess Council would definitely organize people to carry out rescue work. Roland didn't believe it. Because the risk is too great.

But a group of wizards from the White Chess School did try to get in.

Roland, a primary apprentice, can rely on his blood skin to cross the desert, but formal wizards are not without tricks to cross the desert.

Summit of Holy Mountain

A strange snake shadow appeared out of thin air at the summit with seven or eight wizards, and then it asked the wizards some riddles.

It seemed to be a Medusa. Once the riddles it gave were guessed, the results would definitely come true.

After a long time, the snake shadow disappeared, and each wizard gained different powers. Then, many wizards left one after another, and soon only the leader and deputy leader were left.

The leader was a fire-like male wizard. He looked at his deputy and said, "Miss Kira, this time the two of us may have to cooperate again. In addition, His Majesty has ordered to find Prince Charles, alive or dead. We little ones have to work hard and worry about it."

The male wizard seemed very unwilling.

The witch said coldly: "With the power of the Medusa's riddle from the Black Abyss, and the secret technique of the Alexandra family handed over to the council, I can risk going to the desert. But that stupid pig is the only formal wizard here. If he had followed Bruce's original plan and acted separately, how could things have come to this?

But he insisted on forming a team to hunt down Twilight wizards, but he sought his own death. He should have shouldered the important task of interfering with the arrival of the servants of God. As a result, so many new generations have fallen into such a predicament... Isn't your little nephew with Charles? You go if you want to go."

A look of anger flashed across the male wizard's face, and he said: "My little nephew is dead. Charles is probably dead too. It's good to be dead, at least it can be said that he died in battle, not died stupidly. This can also save the family's face... However, if we can find the relics, let's look for them. It can also be an explanation to His Majesty. Moreover, he has a lot of treasures on him, and it's a pity to lose them all here."

The two discussed it. The male wizard turned into firelight and left.

The witch first took out the crystal ball and contacted it, but the crystal ball didn't respond at all.

Then, she took out a strand of 'black hair', and didn't know when she secretly cut it off.

Using this hair, she remotely viewed it, but she didn't see anything. Finally, she divined it again.

Looking at the result, the witch showed an extremely strange expression. Then, she didn't follow the route given by the task, but used the secret technique of the Black Abyss to turn into a puppet and flew into the desert.

She spread her divine thoughts and searched everywhere, circling frantically in the desert.

There were no remaining wreckage in the desert, no lonely dancing puppets, and no strange red leather.

She was sure, she was very sure, that he entered the forbidden area from near the southernmost 'Coral Tree'. If he wanted to leave, he must cross the desert. He has blood skin in hand, and a ballet ghost in hand. He may not be able to walk out of the desert.

Finally, she was exhausted and fell from the frantically dancing dark clouds into the desert.

After a long time, the puppet-turned witch stood up again and flew into the sky.

She had already hung more than twenty storage bags on her waist. None of these twenty storage bags were what she was looking for.

This time, she headed northwest, towards the Magic Chess Club's base. If that stubborn mule was still alive, and in need of potions, he would definitely be there.