I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha

“Sister, watch the threshold.” Roland carefully helped the elder sister Katarina into the cozy little house and placed her on the soft bed.

Katarina turned over in bed, grabbed Roland, and said drunkenly, “Roland, you deliberately got me drunk, didn't you?”

“Yes, yes, yes, please go to sleep quickly.” Roland took her hand away and straightened her body.

“Shoes~~ Take off shoes~~ Otherwise, I won't sleep~~”

Katarina kicked off one shoe, and Roland put her leg back on the bed, then hurriedly grabbed the other kicking foot and took that shoe off too.

She wasn't being honest at all, and even grabbed Roland, leaning in his arms and acting coquettishly.

Roland broke out in a cold sweat, coaxing her for a long time before finally getting her to lie properly on the bed.

“Sigh, finally some peace.”

Roland took his waterskin and took a sip, quenching his thirst from the alcohol.

He was also a little drunk, but just drunk enough.

He was feeling particularly inspired today and planned to create some art.

Roland reached out, and two statues appeared in his hand.

One was Heraca's 'Statue of the Holy Fly,' and the other was Heraca's 'Statue of the Divine Spider.'

The material of Roland's 'Statue of the Divine Spider' was better.

It was originally woven from mysterious straw.

After Roland chopped off the straw, the material of the statue changed from straw to something that was neither grass nor stone.

To some extent, it was a type of mysterious object similar to the 'Divine Bird Amber Gem.'

The material of the Statue of the Holy Fly was also very good, but it was far inferior to the material of the Statue of the Divine Spider.

However, it was very lifelike.

Both of these statues were very lifelike, depicting Heraca from different angles.

Roland felt very inspired today, a little too excited to sleep, and planned to modify his 'Statue of the Divine Spider' based on the Statue of the Holy Fly.

“Statues can depict mystery, and the better the depiction, the better the effect of the statue.

The material of my statue is suitable for use as a container.

If I make the statue very lifelike, wouldn't the statue of the Goddess Heraca be able to help me contain the Prisoner Seed?”

You should know that the Withered Blood Witches use statues to extract Prisoner Seeds from the mysteries.

So, if I refer to their plan and modify it, the statue might be able to be used as a cage!

Roland became excited.

He recalled the relevant theoretical knowledge and felt that the plan had a certain feasibility.

At this moment, something fragrant hit the back of Roland's head.

Roland reached back in surprise and found it was a black lace bra.

He turned his head woodenly to look at the bed, and then his eyes went dark.

Under the moonlight, a half-naked beauty lay on her side on the bed.

Her eyes were half-open and half-closed, and the belt around her waist and the buttons inside her robe were all undone.

The clothes on her chest suddenly slipped down, and the beauty under the moonlight revealed her fair shoulders, exposing her breasts.

Seeming to feel Roland's gaze, Katarina slightly opened her sleepy eyes.

She shyly used her hand to cover the messy robe, blocking half of the pair of snow-white truths.

“How is this pose?”

One of Katarina's snow-white long legs bent slightly, and the curve between her hips and legs suddenly became incomparably perfect.

The messy robe was half-covered on her hips and legs, and the exquisite curves under the robe made people imagine endlessly.

“My great painter, quickly take out your paintbrush.”

With a whoosh, Roland took off his robe and covered Katarina's delicate body.

“Your Highness, you're drunk!”

Roland, with red eyes, held Katarina's shoulders to prevent her from moving, and said, “If you want to paint, I'll paint for you tomorrow.

It's so late, we're alone, you have a fiancé, and I also have a fiancée, what if Elaina suddenly…”

Before he could finish speaking, Roland felt a cool hand reaching into his upper body armor from below, stroking his abdomen.

Katarina smiled dazedly with hazy eyes: “What are you talking about, aren't you my fiancé…”

Roland was completely dumbfounded.

No wonder Katarina was like this—the elder sister regarded herself as her painter husband!

She was completely drunk!

Lost in thought, Roland felt a chill on his chest.

He looked down and saw that the buttons on his armor had been undone by the elder sister!

“My lord~~ I'll serve you~~ I haven't seen you for so long, so long~~ Come and hug me.”

Katarina sat up halfway on the bed, unbuttoning Roland's clothes while asking Roland for a hug.

Roland hurriedly pushed her away, pulling and tugging with her while buttoning his clothes, looking at the door in horror.

If Miss Elf suddenly came back and saw him and Katarina disheveled, it would be impossible to explain!

How come this fellow hasn't fallen asleep after drinking so much?

It seems that this fellow's alcohol tolerance has exceeded expectations, I should have poured a few more bottles!

After pulling and tugging for a while, Katarina finally leaned against Roland in a daze.

Roland secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The alcohol was finally kicking in.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a warmth on his stomach, and when he looked down, Katarina was actually kissing there.

“Damn, how can your body be so good… I've wanted to kiss here for a long time.”

【I've wanted to kiss here for a long time + 1+1 + 1】

“Your Highness, don't do this!”

Roland hurriedly pulled her away, intending to leave.

Just then, an invisible force suddenly pushed Roland fiercely, pulling him back onto the bed.

“Don't refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit!”

Katarina said with cold eyes: “It's been years since we've met, and you can't even recognize me, is that right?!

I've put up with you all the way!

—While I'm still in the mood, strip clean and get into bed!”

Roland's face was extremely ugly.

What is this fellow talking about?

It's incoherent… Did she drink too much 'Corrupted Holy Blood' and start going crazy?

So, her cognition is confused, and her memory is also confused, regarding himself as her husband, thinking that the one who has been performing tasks with her is her husband?

Lost in thought, Roland found that Katarina suddenly propped up her chin with her hand and nodded.

It seemed that the alcohol had kicked in a bit more.

Roland's eyes moved, and he hurriedly massaged the area between her neck and the back of her head, stalling for time: “Your Highness, let me massage you to relieve it.”

Katarina leaned on the bed, muttering in her mouth: “Still doesn't recognize his own woman, and still messing around outside… I'll kill you sooner or later, scum…

Don't, don't use so much force, it's so comfortable…

Your hands are so strong…

So warm…

White and long fingers… I like them so much.”

Listening to the words of Elder Sister Katarina, Roland cursed inwardly: ‘That brother-in-law of mine is too scummy, with Elder Sister's temper, how hasn't she skinned him alive!’”

Elder Sister seems to regard herself as her brother-in-law now, and Roland didn't dare to chat with her about this topic.

He remained silent, massaging her neck and head, which could accelerate blood circulation, relieve headaches and emotions, and also help with sleep.

“Change a position… This, it's so sore here.”

Katarina grabbed Roland's hand and placed it on her back.

Feeling the smooth and jade-like back, Roland's face stiffened slightly.

He complained in his heart while starting his work.

He didn't dare to massage randomly, but Katarina was a little unhappy.

Smooth back, soft chest, jade-like feet, wine-glass-like long legs, and…

Looking at the peach under the robe, Roland closed his eyes fiercely.

Such a delicate and beautiful woman, such temptation…

And you're both drunk, you have a reason to make a mistake.

She took the initiative, and she won't pursue it tomorrow.

‘Roland, ah, Roland, you're really a scum! You and that philandering brother-in-law are exactly the same!’

Roland slapped himself fiercely.

He was determined to be that Sigma male.

At this moment, Roland realized that Katarina seemed to have already fallen asleep.

‘She's already asleep, and you're still staring at her!’

Roland was even more annoyed, she probably fell asleep long ago, but he couldn't let go after touching her thigh.

He let go of her hand and covered Katarina with a blanket.

Coming to the fireplace, Roland reached into the flames and stirred the charcoal, and then the flames became vigorous.

The remaining rose fragrance on his hands was also burned away.

It was spring now, and the forest at night was still a bit humid and cold.

After adding some firewood, the temperature in the room gradually rose.

Two hours later.

Moonlight shone from the window onto Roland's soft bear blanket in front of the fireplace, and the two statues in his hand had been repeatedly observed by him for a long time.

The fragrant experience just now added some more inspiration to Roland's heart.

He felt that the current statue was a bit too ugly.

Finally, after taking another look at the 'Statue of the Holy Fly,' Roland put it away.

Then, with a thought, the Statue of the Divine Spider actually began to slowly change its shape, like a ball of silk thread, or mud.

This statue was originally made by Roland—or rather, Roland in the mirror.

And Roland also remembered that in the eight years he specialized in carving in Straw Town, he had also tried countless times to modify this statue.

At that time, he was in a state of madness, and his thoughts flowed like a spring.

But he studied this statue for eight years, but never actually re-carved it.

Because he always felt that his thinking was missing something.

Today, in the Heraca church of the Twilight Witches, he saw another completely different way of thinking.

This was a completely different angle of observation.

A burst of dizziness in his mind, Roland knew that the alcohol was kicking in.

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Fueled by alcohol, Roland completed it in one go.

A beautiful goddess, somewhere between the Angel of Death and a Divine Spider, gradually appeared in Roland's hands.

Afterward, Roland didn't even look at it, put away the statue, and collapsed onto the blanket.

Roland had a faint feeling that in his drunken carving, he had glimpsed a trace of Heraka's true face.

Three seconds later, he began to snore.

Inside the Heraka Cathedral within the ring...

Eight shadow figures were praying devoutly.

Behind them, a dancer was gracefully dancing.

This dancer was Leona.

It seemed she had long regarded this cathedral as her opera house.

She showed no reverence for the Heraka statue at all.

Suddenly, Leona looked up in astonishment at the dome, discovering a faint ray of light shining down.

Leona trembled in fear and hurriedly knelt on the ground, beginning to pray.

It seemed to be a gaze, a gaze curiously examining the statue here – someone's description of Him had attracted His attention.

After examining the statue, the gaze became somewhat puzzled? Astonished?

In secular mythology, there are many beautiful stories about mortals and goddesses.

In many stories, certain astonishing art masters, when describing certain goddesses, would attract the goddess's attention.

They might even gain the goddess's favor. Then, she would meet him in a dream, leaving behind a beautiful story between man and god.

Today, Lady Heraka did take a second look here—this shows that Roland, this master sculptor, did indeed impress the goddess somewhat.

But His gaze seemed to carry a hint of bewilderment.

Because He discovered that the sculptor had made a mistake with the hand seals on the statue.

But it was also correct.

This tiny mortal had actually made a mistake... or rather, he had actually gotten it right!

The gesture of the statue changed slightly in a small detail, leaving behind the god's response to this sculptor.

Then, the gaze departed.

Leona's body was already shaking like a sieve.

But when that gaze left, she jumped up, as if her courage had instantly grown.

She curiously darted near the statue, observing it.

This was a goddess shaped like an angel, the halo behind her smaller, like chains or a spider web.

She had only four arms and a pair of wings.

The wings, like bone wings, covered her face and half of her body in a cage-like form.

At first glance, this goddess was like a shy maiden.

At second glance, one would feel as if there was someone in front of this goddess, someone who wanted to violate her, and she could not resist, only protect herself with her wings and arms in fear and trembling, resisting the bad guys.

But if one carefully paid attention to the details, one would find that She was trembling with excitement, She was enticing those people.

Her body was not beautiful at all, and in the covered areas, deformed things vaguely grew.

Leona cautiously walked over, she came under the altar, curiously looking up at the wings.

She discovered that under the wings, there were four arms hidden.

These four arms, like a chaotic spider web, were entangled together, and also a bit like chains—She seemed to know that She was too excited, so She was trying her best to suppress herself, hiding herself.

The fingers on the arms were somewhat twisted, as if they had been broken by someone.

Upon closer inspection, the twisted hands seemed to contain some implications—resembling four mudras.

And when these four hands were entangled together, it was the fifth mudra.

'Illumination', 'Blessing', 'Guidance', 'Death', and 'Reincarnation'

These five mudras were not standard, making one wonder if He was a god of the underworld, or a bizarre thing disguised as a god of the underworld.

Scratching her chin, Leona discovered that on the goddess's slightly exposed chin, there seemed to be bloodstains?

She seemed to have just finished eating, quietly chewing on her prey, and also timidly waiting for other 'people's' invasion. Waiting for other prey to be delivered to the mouth of this small, bullied goddess of the Styx.

After all, the Styx was just a territory in the underworld, and a god with only the Styx as a territory was naturally very easy to bully.

Blinking her eyes, Leona looked at the mudras again, always feeling that the goddess's hands hid other implications.

She counted her fingers and found that He had a total of 18 fingers raised.

[6+6+6]

[A more perfect Heraka goddess 666 * 1]

It seemed that this was the goddess's response to Roland—Roland made a mistake with the mudras, but he got it right!

Leona didn't know that the goddess would raise 18 fingers.

But she didn't want to dance here in the future.

Because she felt that this goddess looked different from normal gods, at least from the statue, this god was not very normal.

Either the sculptor had serious mental problems, or this god had serious mental problems.

Leona didn't dare to look anymore, this mysterious creature felt a little dizzy after staring at the statue. Many crazy thoughts burst out of her mind.

She forcibly suppressed the madness in her heart and immediately left here.

This so-called god of the underworld... no, Leona didn't even know if He was a god.

This was a deranged and corrupted thing!

His existence was a blasphemy!

The next day, Roland got up and took out the statue and looked at it for a while, and soon found the goddess's 666 gesture.

To discover the goddess's gesture... one had to look at it horizontally from the angle of looking at legs, Roland's behavior was obviously not very respectful.

Although the behavior was not very respectful, Roland's intention did not have so many twists and turns, he actually just wanted to check his work properly.

He drank a little too much last night, and forgot a lot of details.

Therefore, he carefully observed it... but unfortunately, he was not careful enough, and did not find that this god was not a normal god... at least this terrifying thing that occupied the nest, was definitely not a god of the underworld.

And perhaps, the original name of the god of the Styx was not called 'Heraka', but people had forgotten.

"My sculpting idea is right! This is the real Heraka! He is more concrete."

Roland was very pleasantly surprised.

He felt that Heraka was this flavor.

Putting away the statue, Roland came to the bedside.

Katarina was still sleeping, her sleeping posture made Roland feel a burst of heart-stopping, and covered her with the quilt.

He moved his body in the room for a while, and then felt a pair of eyes outside the window secretly looking at him.

Roland looked back.

Seeing Roland's gaze, Elena ran away like a cat.

Roland was a little puzzled and went out the door, then his pupils suddenly shrank, and he turned around to block the incoming sword.

The sneak attacker spoke a sentence in Elvish, meaning that she was hungry, and if Roland lost, he would become her breakfast.

Many things happened in the following days.

Two weeks later, the three arrived near Bleakblood Fortress amidst various daily routines that made Roland speechless.