I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha

In a cozy underwater apartment, a beautiful and aloof woman knelt on the ground, her eyes shining as she looked at several magic carpets. A tall, handsome man sat in a chair, holding his head as he looked at the armor and robes standing before him.

It was unknown whether this set of armor and robes was designed for a major client or intended as a centerpiece model for the shop. It was exceptionally large, resembling the armor and robes worn by a demigod.

However, compared to the man, the armor was still a few centimeters too small.

After a moment, the young man nodded. "It's not a big problem. The robes don't need alterations; a little bigger or smaller doesn't matter. Just slightly adjust the buckles and joints on the armor."

The beautiful woman turned her head, smiling as she said, "Don't worry, Lord Roland, I offer alteration services ~ ~"

The young man's face darkened, not wanting to acknowledge her.

These two were Roland and Catherine. Just now, under pressure from the loan shark, Roland had confessed everything about the imitation holy armor.

Catherine had taken his ring and dimensional bag, and was now inventorying her spoils.

Roland didn't have those 70,000 magic stones, but Catherine had taken a fancy to his magic carpets, demanding to pick seven for Roland to re-weave for her in the next three days.

She was definitely going to pick the best seven, damn it! These things would sell for several times the price if resold to the South!

Roland sighed inwardly, 'Alas, the private money I finally saved up.'

This guy even had the nerve to sigh here. He purely deserved it!

If he had confessed truthfully earlier, Senior Sister would have dissipated her anger about Roland secretly swapping things out.

If he re-weaved another magic carpet for Senior Sister, she would have given the imitation holy robe back to Roland.

He just had to be stingy about the money for one magic carpet, and now he had lost seven.

However, it was just seven magic carpets. Roland had taken all the magic carpets from the gallery, with dozens in his possession.

At this moment, Roland was already flipping through the Aleister Notebook on the table.

The Aleister Notebook could record Roland's sights and experiences. After searching for a while, he found the records for 'Skin Town'.

Here, Roland found the description of the Moss Robe.

[Moss Robe]

[Effect: All Elemental Magic Resistance +23%, Magic Damage -2, Magic Recovery +1, Magic Effect +1]

Roland took out a crystal ball and a magic wand, and used magic to appraise the imitation holy armor. The crystal ball displayed nine lines of different shapes and colors, representing the item's various attributes.

The Aleister Notebook organized this information:

[Darius Holy Robe (Imitation)]

[Effect: All Elemental Magic Resistance +76%, Magic Damage -6, Willpower +3, Mutation and Contamination Resistance +2, Strength +2, Recovery +2, Prayer Effect +2, Holy Fire Effect +1]

[Special Effect: Divine Assistance, there is a chance to borrow the power of the gods during prayer.]

Roland appraised the armor again.

[Darius's Battle Armor]

[Effect: All Elemental Magic Resistance +42%, Magic Damage -3, Willpower +1, Strength +1, Spellcasting Success Rate -30%, Spellcasting Time -30%, Spellcasting Effect -30%;]

The holy robe not only had nine positive effects, five more than the armor, but its magic protection was also stronger than this set of armor!

After putting on the armor and robes, magic immunity reached a terrifying 118%!

Unless one mastered magic emblems like 'Flame Emblem' or 'Shadow Emblem,' and the magic had a powerful corrosive effect like 'Desecration,' it would be impossible to break through!

If some body cultivators cultivated their secret techniques to a certain level, their own force fields could also resist magic. Combined with some protective amulets and defensive magical items, wearing this set of armor and robes could greatly increase magic resistance!

Roland was excited, thinking, "This holy robe is incredible!

The Holy Fire effect can strengthen the effect of Dawnfire, and Willpower can increase SAN value. The Prayer effect should refer to the ability to communicate with the gods and borrow their power.

My 'Shepherdess Song', ahem, my 'Shepherdess Song' is a sacred song, and things from the South can increase the effect of my type of magic!"

Originally, Roland's 'Shepherdess Song' had a very ordinary effect. But it would be different if he wore this set of imitation holy armor to sing it.

Roland got up and put on the holy robe, singing a few lines. Catherine immediately covered her ears and glared at Roland, sternly warning him.

It was as if she meant, 'If you sing again, I'll let you taste the Ava Kedavra melon.'

Roland happily took off the holy robe, thinking, "With the equipment bonus, my sacred song effect is better than Catherine's. When I learn music well, what effect will it have if I use madness in conjunction with sacred songs?"

Roland had always had a hidden ultimate move, which was to tell madness to others.

There had been many such situations—in mysterious events, Roland suddenly said something, and then the SAN of the people around him began to drop wildly.

This was still the case when he hadn't exerted his full strength, or rather, it was the case when others couldn't understand madness.

If they suddenly understood madness under those circumstances, it would definitely clear their SAN.

Its effect had already been verified in places like 'White Tooth Town Great Bathhouse', 'Endless Forbidden Land', 'Rainbow City', 'Bloodless Fortress Stone Bridge', 'Bloodless Fortress Church', and so on.

After Kayla and her group said a few words to Roland, they all went crazy.

The holy servant sprouted coral trees after a great enlightenment.

Barnett of Rainbow City turned into crystal after being enlightened.

And that poor Mr. Roderick was killed by salt after understanding a few words from Roland.

Even the Countess, after a great enlightenment, directly turned into a Heretic!

This was the consequence of SAN suddenly being cleared in a mysterious event!

Roland's madness was obviously a very powerful move. It was simply a finishing move for executions!

Simply put, Roland's ultimate move was to drag others into madness with him!

The more mad he became, the more lucid he became, but if others went mad, they were done for.

However, there were great conditions restricting the use of this move, which was that it needed to be in an environment of mysterious pollution to produce miraculous effects.

Otherwise, it was just ordinary madness.

And like Twilight Warlocks and Black Abyss Warlocks, these lunatics grew stronger the more insane they became. In a non-polluted environment, telling them madness was simply giving them a BUFF!

But if they suddenly had a great enlightenment in a polluted area, the situation would be different.

Therefore, Roland's killing move required the presence of pollution.

The Squeak Squeak song was obviously a kind of pollution!

If this move was practiced well, it could even replicate the environment of the Bloodless Fortress Church!

By then, as long as the enemy's SAN wasn't higher than Roland's, hearing Roland suddenly say a few words would be unbearable.

The original desperate situation would immediately be reversed, and everyone would have to hold their heads and laugh with Roland.

Roland was fine when he went mad in the Heretic's pollution, but if others went mad, they would turn into strange things!

Thinking of this, Roland broke out in a cold sweat, 'If I summarize it like this, this isn't a sacred song at all, it's a forbidden curse!'

Ever since Roland came to the harbor and saw the three-headed snake's ship, he had felt a little apprehensive.

Now that he had this card in his hand, that apprehensive feeling disappeared a lot, and he felt much more relaxed.

Once people are idle, they start looking for trouble.

Roland couldn't help but glance at Senior Sister. She was lying on those magic carpets, excited, her upturned butt round and perky.

He quietly reached out his hand.

Suddenly, Senior Sister frowned and looked back at Roland.

But she found Roland appraising something with a serious face.

Catherine couldn't help but show a strange expression. She had just felt someone touch her butt.

It was definitely not something like magic, maybe it was an illusion.

Catherine continued to appraise the magic carpets, and Roland showed a strange expression. He thought to himself, 'Impossible, she can feel that? Should she be looking at me for other reasons?'

Roland's little actions were a bit too much—not a bit too much, but very much too much!

Catherine's vigilant glance just now made him a little guilty, so he pretended to appraise another ordinary robe.

As a result, after finishing the appraisal, Roland was stunned for a long time.

[Darius Robe]

[Effect: All Elemental Magic Resistance +22%, Magic Damage -2, Willpower +1, Mutation and Contamination Resistance +1, Prayer Effect +1]

Roland thought, "Darius, it seems this is a series of items! I wonder if this is the name of a god or the name of a saint."

Roland had long guessed that the robe and the imitation holy robe were somewhat related. Otherwise, the two wouldn't look exactly the same, and the holy robe wouldn't have been treated as an ordinary robe and placed with this batch of robes and armor.

But he didn't expect that the imitation holy robe was the template for these robes.

Roland thought, "It seems that these Darius robes are all imitations of this imitation holy robe."

Roland couldn't help but look at the armor and the cloak behind the armor. He thought, "Looking at it this way, there are Darius's holy armor and cloak. Collecting them all would definitely be of great use!"

After thinking for a moment, Roland shook his head.

Judging from magic resistance, the knights of the South are more terrifying than he imagined. The status of these body cultivators in the South is probably no lower than that of warlocks.

He planned to have Catherine help him modify this set of armor so he could wear it. Catherine's research on various magic technologies was very deep. In magical alchemy, it was definitely no problem for Roland to call her a mentor.

As for the three disgusting side effects on the armor... whatever.

If I were still in the South, I definitely wouldn't use magic to masquerade as a Holy Knight in public.

After all, magic from the East Border is considered black magic in the South. The magic of Twilight and the Black Abyss in the East Border is seen as the blackest of black magic in the South!

And Roland's black magic has a very high chance of 'contamination and mutation', so he doesn't use it during his daily affairs. Nor does he need to.

Therefore, unless he encounters a powerful enemy and intends to leave no survivors, this black wizard disguised as a Holy Knight will use magic to expose his ugly face.

So, those three disgusting side effects don't matter.

Besides, all his spells are basically cultivated to the 6th level. This kind of -30% thing is fatal to those newbies, but for him... his spellcasting success rate has long overflowed.

He can barely use magic even in the Silent Realm. A set of armor is nothing; after putting it on, his spellcasting success rate will approach 100%.

As for casting time, if Roland were to recite incantations for the spells he knows, each one would take a long time. But he can conjure most spells effortlessly; except for those that require guidance, he basically doesn't need incantations.

Strictly speaking, many of the East Border wizards' spells have lengthy incantations. But these incantations are for newbies to learn.

Not to mention the efficient butchers of the Black Abyss and Twilight, even White Chess wizards rarely chant spells and wave useless gestures while using magic.

So, the negative effect of increased casting time is negligible for Roland.

The spell effect is considered a seal. However, not only are his spells high-level, but his shadow and fire magic also have the enhancement effect of emblems, so even with a 30% reduction, it's about the same as a normal East Border wizard.

Happily raising his head, Roland looked at Catherine, intending to have her measure his body and modify the armor.

Catherine was kneeling there at this time, sighing repeatedly at the pile of magic carpets stacked like a small mountain in front of her. She would look at the magic carpets for a while, then at the crystal ball, and then write something on the magic books floating in the air.

That appearance was like counting money.

Roland watched for a while, then couldn't help but reach out his hand.

Catherine frowned, glanced back at Roland, and found that he was flipping through a book in a serious manner. While flipping through the book, he made some strange gestures in the air, seemingly researching new magic seals?

Roland's suspicion was eliminated again.

Secretly shaking her head, Catherine changed her posture and knelt on a magic carpet. Under her black dress, a pair of fair jade feet were half-hidden, half-revealed.

After a moment, she frowned again. After glancing back at Roland, she found that he hadn't done anything.

Catherine couldn't help but feel very puzzled.

She clearly felt someone touching her. This feeling was very strange, not the feeling of being touched by something, but a psychological feeling.

Just now, she felt someone touching her butt, and now she felt someone touching her feet?

Catherine couldn't help but look suspiciously at her feet. Suddenly, she realized something and couldn't help but use remote viewing to observe Roland behind her.

There were magic crystal lamps in the room, very bright. But Roland had deliberately turned on the desk lamp on his desk.

His hand, which was 'researching magic seals', happened to cast a shadow on the lamp, and that shadow was falling on Catherine's jade feet.

So, Roland didn't use any magic at all. Nor did he touch her; he was playing with shadows!

But Catherine was a witch, a true witch. She had a super strong intuition; she would be alert even if someone mentioned her name in a distant conversation. Not to mention Roland doing such a low-down thing in person!

The movement of that hand... was disgusting.

At this time, the Shrimp-head man found that Catherine had been focusing on her work, and he slowly stretched his head towards the lamp. At first, it wasn't so low-down.

Because from the perspective, the position of the shadow of his mouth at the beginning coincided with the position of Catherine's nose.

As a result, this Shrimp-head man actually pursed his lips a few times! It looked like he was using this perspective to lick Catherine's nose!

Afterwards, he pretended to change his sitting position, and the perspective came to the position of Catherine's jade feet, half-hidden and half-revealed under her skirt...

Catherine felt a burst of disgust in her heart, and she secretly gritted her teeth and said, 'I'll let you kiss!'

Catherine stomped her feet on the spot with a face full of contempt, but the Shrimp-head man became even more excited.

This time, Catherine almost fainted from anger.

Her eyes were like ice and snow as she slowly stood up and looked coldly at Roland.

Roland turned his head in a serious manner and looked at Catherine with an inquiring gaze. He said very gentlemanly, "What's wrong, Catherine?"

Catherine nodded deeply; she decided to give this stinky brat an unforgettable lesson.

"It's nothing."

Catherine walked to the sofa not far away with a smile, sat down, and then waved her magic wand at the large pile of magic carpets on the ground. Then, all the magic carpets on the ground disappeared.

Roland's face suddenly became very unsightly.

He frowned and looked at Catherine, saying, "Miss Catherine, what do you mean by this?"

Catherine said in surprise, "Naturally, I'm taking what's mine, Lord Roland. You wouldn't have forgotten the bet you just made, would you?"

Roland frowned and said, "Of course I haven't forgotten. Didn't we just agree that I would weave seven magic carpets for you?"

Catherine held up a finger and shook it, smiling and saying, "No, no, no, Roland. It seems you misunderstood me just now—these seven magic carpets are another agreement. And in this agreement to weave magic carpets, you didn't propose any price. So, according to the secret agreement, I will freely pick out seven magic carpets from your collection."

At this moment, Catherine smiled like a devil.

She continued, "As for our bet, it was 70,000 magic stones. According to the current market price, excluding the magic carpets I just selected, you have to pay me all the magic carpets, and you still owe me..."

As she spoke, Catherine beckoned to the magic book not far away. The magic book floated to her, she looked at the accounts on it, and a devilish smile appeared on her face.

"You still owe me 6,821 magic stones... Let's round it down to 6,800."

Roland was dumbfounded.

He repeatedly pondered the verbal agreement between the two before, and then his face became even more unsightly.

This stinky woman!

She actually tricked me like this!

After picking out the best seven from that large pile of magic carpets, there were no more high-quality goods left in the remaining magic carpets—the best were gone, and the remaining overall value was immediately reduced by more than half!

Roland's heart suddenly filled with fire.

But Catherine seemed not to see it, pushing the magic book over to Roland with a smile.

She crossed her legs and said happily, "Lord Roland, you can check the bill."

Roland suppressed his anger and said, "This bill can't be calculated like this. These magic carpets, placed in the South... no, even in the harbor, would be priced higher than this."

The devil smiled even more happily, saying, "Lord Roland, my calculations are flawless—you didn't have enough cash at the gambling table, and according to the average price of pawning goods in the major casinos in the harbor, these magic carpets are not enough to pay all the gambling debts.

Therefore, you still owe me six thousand eight hundred magic stones... The average interest rate of the major casinos is very high. I suggest you pay as soon as possible.

In addition..."

Catherine said with a smile, "In addition, Lord Roland, I must remind you that if you want to gamble with a devil, then a verbal agreement is enough to establish a contract."

As she spoke, she slowly raised her head, looking at Roland with an arrogant, contemptuous gaze—you want to play with me? I'll play you to death!

Roland nodded deeply—you want to play, right? Don't regret it. If you lose, you'll have to use mugwort.

He smiled, sighed, and said, "Thank you for your guidance today, student has benefited a lot. Bring those seven magic carpets here, and I will help you weave them."