I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha

Anna carried Roland towards the team's location, but after a short distance, she suddenly dropped him.

Roland crashed and felt dizzy. When he finally steadied himself, he realized he was still some distance from the instructor.

Looking back, Anna had already landed on a large tree and then disappeared with a whoosh—her movements were like a mad cat, a stark contrast to her elegant and composed demeanor just moments before.

For some reason, Anna seemed to have suddenly gone crazy again, which was why she left Roland here.

Roland looked at the woodland where the instructor was, his expression changing for a long time before he finally walked over.

On the way, he thought to himself, "If I say I wasn't running away but got lost in the forest, would the instructor believe me?"

Roland felt that whether the instructor believed him or not wasn't important.

What was important was that he had to say it.

'Focus on actions, not intentions. Anyway, I didn't run! I went to catch blood moths!'

Lost in thought, Roland returned to the vicinity of the team and was surprised to find that no one was missing. The two new students, Wallace, and Leonard were all there.

Anna hadn't taken any special medicine, but her IQ had inexplicably increased by a large margin, as if she had become a different person, which made Roland a little puzzled.

The two new students looked pale, as if they had lost too much blood. They sat blankly on the stones, seemingly having suffered a great shock. However, their mental state seemed to have recovered. Roland noticed two empty bottles beside them, suggesting they had just taken some kind of potion.

Wallace was completely unscathed, but there were some bloodstains on his clothes. The bloodstains were blackish-red, like pus—the blood of the blood moths.

He paced back and forth anxiously. When he saw Roland emerge from the forest, Wallace breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly greeted him: "You're finally back! Sir Nall has been looking for you for half an hour!"

Without saying a word, he grabbed Roland and brought him before the instructor.

"Sir, it's all my fault!" Wallace knelt on one knee, saying with heartfelt remorse, "I knew Roland was here for the first time, yet I let him go alone to catch blood moths, causing him to fall into an illusion and get lost."

Roland was so moved that he wanted to pick up this older brother and hug him.

Secretly observing the instructor's expression, Roland found that the instructor was expressionless. He hesitated and said tentatively, "Instructor, this matter is not Wallace's fault. I was greedy and wanted to catch more blood moths."

Baron Hall interjected with a smile, "Oh? Roland also caught blood moths? After being gone for so long, you must have quite a harvest."

These words attracted everyone's attention, especially the two new students, who became nervous when they heard that Roland had a great harvest.

After all, they were just teenagers in their teens, still in the throes of adolescence, and their minds were not yet mature, so they still hadn't figured out the current situation.

They just thought they had made a big fool of themselves. If Roland, also a new student, performed too well, the contrast would be too strong, affecting their chances to shine later and influencing the distribution of magical items.

Baron Hall didn't mind adding fuel to the fire, urging, "Roland, quickly take them out and let everyone see!"

Roland didn't say anything, took out a huge blood moth corpse from his wallet, and dropped it on the ground.

Seeing this, everyone's eyes widened.

The instructor sneered but remained silent.

Seeing a hint of murderous intent in the instructor's eyes, Roland slowly took out three more huge blood moth corpses.

Looking at these huge blood moths, everyone gasped. The pale faces of the two new students became very unsightly, while Wallace and Leonard's faces showed appreciation.

Baron Hall nodded in satisfaction.

But the instructor's expression was extremely strange. She looked at Roland, seemingly waiting for him to continue taking out blood moths, but Roland didn't seem to have any intention of doing so.

At this time, Baron Hall noticed that Catherine's face was very ugly and couldn't help but feel puzzled. He asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Catherine replied mentally: ["He repeatedly shook off my magical item along the way, deliberately angered a blood moth nest, and used them to delay the tracking time of the magical item. Not counting those eaten by my magical item, he personally killed no less than twenty blood moths. But he only took out the blood moths recorded by the crystal ball!"]

Baron Hall was stunned. He looked at the blood moths on the ground, then at Roland, his face showing a very wonderful expression.

If Roland didn't have to be distracted by the magical item and was allowed to let go and given enough time, this kid could probably clear all the monsters in the vicinity by himself.

He thought he was a promising newbie, but it turned out he was a little BOSS who had cleared the newbie village.

If it weren't for Catherine, he would have been deceived by him today. No, if it weren't for Catherine, he would have run away today!

Clap clap clap. Baron Hall applauded, nodding deeply and saying, "Not bad, not bad, Roland, really not bad. You are much more capable than your father. Catherine, you truly deserve to be the teacher of such a student."

The anger in the instructor's eyes grew even stronger.

Roland's eyes moved, and he thought to himself, 'Anna clearly only turned on the crystal ball after I discovered her. The instructor should have only seen the wallet devour one blood moth, but she seems to know everything. Before Anna found me, the instructor already knew my every move very well.'

Originally, Roland only took out two blood moths, not deliberately courting death, but to confirm the extent to which the instructor could monitor him.

Therefore, he took risks and repeatedly jumped back and forth within the instructor's tolerance threshold.

Now he had confirmed one thing—the instructor didn't need Anna, the scout, to know his every move like the back of her hand. She must have some extremely special ability to know everything about things far away in a completely illogical way.

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Roland guessed correctly. Catherine was a true witch, and she could 'remotely view.' As long as she had someone's item nearby, she could touch the item and see where that person was and what they were doing, even if they were thousands of miles away.

Seeing that the instructor was about to lose her temper, Roland said three sentences.

"Instructor, you misunderstood. With your magical item in hand, I naturally returned fully loaded. But these blood moths are all still alive, and I was afraid they would run away after I took them out."

Roland looked at the instructor somewhat nervously and said in a low voice, "I only have this one thing to hold the spoils. All my spoils can only be put here. This thing is yours, and you can take it over and check it at any time, so how could I be so stupid as to hide the truth from you? It's just that there are so many students around, and if I take out too many spoils at once, Counselor Leonard will lose face."

The reason Roland gave was indeed very appropriate—you can take a look at how many things are in the wallet, what would I hide from you?

After hearing this, the instructor couldn't help but be slightly stunned—this kid doesn't seem to have any need to hide from me. What's he up to? Is he trying to make me angry? Is he repeatedly jumping back and forth on my anger threshold? Is he courting death?

She felt that something was wrong in her heart, but she couldn't find a reason to punish Roland. She looked at the annoying kid in front of her, suppressed her anger, and spat out a word: "Get out."

Roland hurriedly fled to the two new students.

The two new students were obviously not as enthusiastic as before, and their eyes revealed deep jealousy.

People are like this. If the difference between the two sides is too great, they won't have any competitive thoughts.

But if the difference is small, many thoughts will arise.

However, there are some people who can't see clearly no matter how big the gap between others' performance and yours.

Today, even if Roland took out everything, the two new students would still feel that he had stumbled upon good luck and had only done it with the help of the instructor's magical item.

That's right, he was just lucky! We are both low-level apprentices, the gap can't be so big!

We were instantly killed before we even saw the monster, and it's impossible for others not to be instantly killed!

You just relied on luck and magical items!

If we had a magical item in hand, we wouldn't need luck and could do better than you!

They were very unwilling and looked forward to the next opportunity to perform, hoping to make a big splash and then gain the favor of Lady Catherine and a share of the magical items.

Looking at the eager expressions of the two classmates, Roland thought with a bit of apology in his heart: "Sorry, two classmates... Next, you should perform well. I always feel like we are about to encounter a BOSS."