I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha

Billy had just advised Roland to stay put, but Roland didn't want to be a milk cow for the Nagas and succubi.

Now that the opportunity was right in front of him, how could Roland not consider escaping?

However, after observing for a short while, his expression turned ugly.

The Nagas were indeed unable to deal with that thing, but there were so many Twilight Wizards in the hall!

That group of Black Sail Wizards, the traitorous passengers, had all joined the Nagas' ranks, working together to subdue 'Sir Lallaia'.

Without their artifacts, the Black Sail Wizards' combat power was very ordinary, far inferior to the Nagas' methods.

But among those traitorous passengers, there were quite a few ruthless people. Basically, they were the type who could deal with a Naga of the same rank with just a magic wand!

There were also a few slackers among them, their eyes full of excitement, secretly collecting a small piece of flesh—one guy even secretly swallowed the flesh into his mouth and then covered his mouth, chuckling neurotically.

These guys who were slacking off and pretending to be weak chickens were either Black Abyss traitors or Twilight Eye faction traitors. Their strength was definitely not inferior to that Lallaia.

This was originally a good opportunity to escape, but these people not only didn't escape, but also helped the Nagas deal with Sir Lallaia—and even conveniently took care of a few guys who wanted to escape in the chaos!

Seeing this scene, Roland was about to be infuriated.

He cursed inwardly: 'Damn it! You spineless traitors! Escape, why don't you escape! What are you helping them for?

Are you all determined to join the Three-Headed Serpent?!'

Yes, going to the South was also just muddling along, and joining the Three-Headed Serpent was also muddling along. Moreover, it seemed even better in the Three-Headed Serpent!

There were all sorts of interesting monsters here, and the leaders were all proper black wizards. Entering here was like coming home.

Since they were going to the South anyway, being in the Three-Headed Serpent was definitely better than being a street rat in the Church!

Once in the Three-Headed Serpent, they would be black wizards under the law, free to do experiments with magic. Why not join?

As for whether Lord Billy would accept them, Roland didn't know what that guy was planning.

To be honest, Roland couldn't understand many of his father-in-law's operations.

In just a few minutes, Lallaia was turned into a ball by the passenger wizards, and a black shadow formed a gift box.

This gift box was five meters square and made of pure flesh. It was placed in the center of the hall, taking up a large area.

After finishing this task, the Black Sails and passengers squatted obediently on the ground, heads in their hands.

Roland glanced at the gift box from a distance, and then his eyes twitched slightly.

The passengers had secretly tampered with the gift box. The magic level of the people in this hall was not high enough to see it.

Those who saw it didn't say anything.

They seemed to want to give the Three-Headed Serpents a gift—the Nagas had performed too poorly just now and didn't deserve to be their leaders.

If the leaders of the Three-Headed Serpents could accept this little gift, then he would be everyone's new master.

If they couldn't handle it... why couldn't we become the Three-Headed Serpent?

Roland wanted to see how Billy would subdue this group of black wizards, but after the Nagas freed their hands, they escorted Roland away.

There was a special place on the Titanian for holding prisoners, and Roland was locked up here.

He was the third one to arrive. Afterwards, many more people came one after another.

They were all chained up, and the shackles on their bodies were no worse than Roland's.

It seemed they, like Roland, were people who were being given special attention.

After the two men glanced at Roland, they closed their eyes to rest. They seemed very indifferent, taking whatever the outcome may be in stride.

It seemed that these two people were not ordinary passengers.

After Roland looked around, he found a place to sit down.

He closed his eyes and tried to cultivate the Night Demon Secret Art with his remaining magic power.

Roland believed that if he broke through to the first rank, he might be able to try to open the shackles with brute force.

But the magic power in his body was basically absorbed by the shackles, and the effect was really unsatisfactory.

'This method probably won't work.'

Roland sighed inwardly.

Soon, a Naga came to deliver food and water—actually pushing a small cart.

The water was good wine, a kind of 'Holy Blood' from the South.

The dishes were also very good, actually the meat of magical beasts from the sea.

But these fine wines and delicacies were not for Roland, but for someone named 'Lawrence'.

Hearing the Naga outside pushing the cart and talking to the jailer about 'Lawrence', Roland looked at the two people and closed his eyes.

Soon, the Naga pushed the cart outside the fence and said, "Sir Lawrence, this is specially selected for you by the master. Please enjoy."

"Sir Lawrence?"

"Sir Lawrence??"

The Naga outside shouted several times, and Roland couldn't help but open his eyes in confusion to see what was going on. But he found that the other two prisoners were looking at him with strange eyes.

Roland looked at the Naga in surprise, but found that she was also looking at him.

Roland couldn't help but point to his nose a little confused: "Are you calling me? I'm Lawrence?"

The Naga gave Roland a look—what do you think?

Roland suddenly understood.

This Lawrence was 'Billy's' dead son-in-law.

He cursed inwardly: 'Damn it, old bastard, you really plan to make me your son-in-law.'

Roland came to the fence, and the Naga motioned for Roland to stand here to eat, and she would arrange whatever he needed.

Roland asked: "What exactly is your master's name?"

The Naga gave Roland a meaningful look. She looked at the other two people who were listening intently and said: "Sir Lawrence, I know your dementia hasn't healed, but I hope you can at least remember what I'm going to say next."

The Naga conveyed a thought: ["Remember, I'll only say it once.

The master's code name in the Nine-Headed Serpent is 'Saladin', this is his real name. He is well known by the world.

He also has an identity on land, called 'Gawain'. He is a saint of the Church, and also the Holy King of the 'Holy Kingdom of Lorende'.

Now the Holy Kingdom of Lorende no longer exists. But he still has many earl and baron titles.

His kingdom has been annexed by his wife. After you go to the South, there is no kingdom to manage.

Your task is to enter the Church, and then try to gain the trust of 'Isabella', that is, your wife!

If you can't play the role of Lawrence well, then you will have to be sent to 'Pan's Farm' to be a milk cow!

If in the future 'Isabella' finds out that you are an imposter... then you will also have to be a milk cow!

I hope you can remember these things, otherwise... you can only be a milk cow."

Saying that, the Naga licked her tongue and looked at Roland's lower body—she was obviously not the kind of succubus who eats milk, but she liked to eat meat.

Roland's face suddenly became very ugly.

'Old bastard, just you wait!'

Billy, or rather Gawain, was indeed an old bastard, but Roland was definitely a little bastard—weren't these messy ideas inspired by Roland?

Roland secretly cried out in his heart, he wanted to give himself two slaps: 'I'm really making a cocoon and binding myself!'

Gurgle, Roland's stomach growled.

He did eat dinner, but Roland's appetite was very large, one person was worth several people. At that time, he was also playing against Mary and Billy, so how much could he eat?

If he had known that he couldn't beat this old bastard, he might as well have eaten more. Now Billy asked someone to bring him a late-night snack, but Roland didn't dare to eat it.

He looked at the silver plate covers on the cart, his face a little hesitant.

The Naga smiled coldly and conveyed a thought: ["Sir Lawrence, this is a diet specially arranged for you by Lord Gawain, which can help you restore your strength.

You are a second-order holy knight, with the reputation of a sword saint in the empire and the church. If you can't restore your strength and are misunderstood by 'Isabella', and she treats you as a liar arranged by the master... hehe, then you can only be a milk cow."]

Roland gave the Naga a fierce look—I have remembered you all! Just you wait!

He opened the silver plate covers and found that they were all good 'magic meals' cooked with the meat of first-order sea beasts. Many of the materials were rare, but the ship's cargo hold had everything.

Roland was proficient in alchemy. After eating a few bites, he found that these were actually all things made for the 'Night Demon Secret Art'.

Including those holy wines, they were also excellent things—they could slowly but very steadily restore magic power.

It seemed that the old bastard not only flipped through Roland's notes of the Bloodless Knight, but also flipped through the kind of magic body training that Catherine wrote to Roland.

He was able to flip through these things... then he must have flipped through them very carefully.

Most likely, everything Roland had was flipped through by him.

In fact, Roland was very much looking forward to 'Billy' or 'Lord Gawain' flipping through his things.

As long as he discovered the magic carpet of the 'Path of the Holy Blood Shepherdess', he would definitely be curious.

Then he would definitely need Roland, the author, to interpret it for him.

At that time, he could make a deal with Lord Gawain... that was a brand new path of truth!

Moreover, only the first order had been interpreted so far.

If he wanted the content behind, he would have to rely on Roland!

At that time, Roland could use this as a condition to negotiate with Gawain. As long as there was room for negotiation, Roland's chances of escape would be greater.

Unfortunately, Lord Gawain was obviously more interested in Roland being his son-in-law.

'Damn it, old bastard, I won't be your son-in-law! Just you wait!'

Roland devoured the entire table of dishes and wine, leaving nothing behind.

Afterward, he began cultivating the Night Demon Secret Art in his cell.

As the food slowly digested, Roland felt as if his entire body was on fire, and magic power from his abdomen continuously nourished his body.

He seized the time to cultivate the Night Demon Secret Art, guiding the magic power to temper his body according to the content in his memory.

In the following days, many people were successively imprisoned in the neighboring cells.

Roland was transferred to another cell, a small single room.

Two other people were also separately sent to single rooms — they also had food, but only two meals a day, and not enough to eat.

But Roland had five meals a day, and they were extremely rich.

Roland's meals always drew a barrage of abuse from the prisoners whenever they were delivered — because other than Roland and the other two, everyone else was eating pig slop.

Moreover, every time meals were served, the large Nagas would use spoons to splash it into the prison, and you could eat it if you could, or lick it off the ground if you couldn't!

Many people desperately tried to grab food but still couldn't get enough, barely managing to survive.

Roland's food was not only the best, but to help Roland cultivate his body techniques, the Nagas also brought in a lot of equipment.

Roland tried to request to go out for some fresh air, and was actually granted permission.

From then on, every day a group of Nagas would take Roland to the hot spring area for a bath.

Sometimes when Roland was out for fresh air, a large Naga would accompany him to practice martial arts.

The other two prisoners who were held in solitary confinement requested to go out for fresh air, but they were only allowed to wander around in the corridor of the cell — go take a hot spring bath? Keep dreaming!

One day, after Roland finished soaking in the hot spring, he passed by the cells on his way back and found that there were more people in each cell.

The number of people was very crowded, simply overflowing.

Everyone had to squeeze together to sleep.

At this time, all the prisoners also knew that there were three big shots in the prison.

Among them, this seemingly young and tall wizard was the most remarkable.

They actually misunderstood.

The most powerful ones in the entire prison were the other two big shots.

Because they were both Tier 2 Twilight Wizards, and not ordinary Twilight Wizards either!

The Three-Headed Snake was indeed trying its best to treat them well, but it was afraid that they would run away or cause trouble, so it not only dared not agree to all their demands, but also gave them food with a lot of negative magic potions added.

Roland was relatively weak, so it wasn't afraid that he would cause trouble, or even that he would run away, because he couldn't cross the sea by himself.

So whatever he wanted to do, the Three-Headed Snake would satisfy his demands.

After all, whether he later became the boss's son-in-law, or went to 'Pan's Farm' to be a dairy cow, he needed a strong body, didn't he?

Therefore, the Three-Headed Snake treated Roland well not because Roland was a big shot, but because he was suitable to be a son-in-law or a dairy cow!

As a result, everyone misunderstood.

Because the people who came to pick up Roland were not jailers, but upper-level Nagas.

Therefore, the jailers didn't know much information, and the prisoners all spread rumors.

Everyone rumored that Sir Lawrence was called to talk to 'Lord Saladin' again today, and some people said that Sir Lawrence was escorted away by those beautiful Nagas today to familiarize himself with the 'dairy cow' work.

Some even said that Sir Lawrence was actually just going out for some fresh air, but a large Naga would help him scrub his back. His XP was a bit strange, and he liked to play with large Nagas.

It was said that the leader of the Three-Headed Snake was worried about this matter. In order to win over this 'Sir Lawrence', he spared no expense, and even planned to marry his daughter to him, but this 'Sir Lawrence' liked men's butts.

It sounded like this Sir Lawrence was originally Gavin's intended son-in-law, but Saladin wanted Lawrence to be his son-in-law. It was unknown why the two of them insisted on having Lawrence as their son-in-law, as if Lawrence's greatest value was 'reproduction'.

Well, everyone didn't know that Gavin was actually one of Saladin's identities on land, so they regarded Gavin and Saladin as two people — the old geezer was planning to have Roland play Lawrence to deceive his daughter, not to have Roland marry his other daughter.

Somewhat strangely, Saladin, the old geezer, clearly asked Roland to play Lawrence, but didn't give Roland any information about Lawrence.

The things Roland now knew were all learned from the jailers and prisoners.

It sounded like 'Sir Lawrence' seemed to be a famous Sword Saint, and a 'Saint' of the Holy See.

But the reason he was famous was not because of his swordsmanship and the identity of the Saint, but because he was a cruel official of the 'Heretical Inquisition'!

It was said that he was extremely loyal to his Father God.

And the number of black wizards he had killed was more than all the people in this prison combined.

Judging from these things, the old geezer really seemed to have a son-in-law like Lawrence.

So, what the old geezer said at the time wasn't hinting at himself? Was he overthinking it?

So he wasn't the King of a Thousand Eyes?

Roland was a little confused.

As Roland stepped into the corridor of the prison, the originally noisy cells gradually became silent as Roland passed by. Everyone avoided his gaze and dared not look him in the eye.

Roland thought to himself: 'Lawrence is a genuine Sword Saint. How can I pretend to be him?'

Secretly sighing, Roland looked at the Nagas beside him: "Another batch of people came today?"

The leading Naga respectfully said: "This is the last batch. Soon, a batch of useless people will be sorted out and sent to a special slave ship. How is your cultivation going?"

Roland's face was a little ugly.

The old geezer Gavin's requirements were quite high, but he only gave Roland a month.

Roland's foundation was indeed good. With the help of various precious foods and magic potions, he had already completed the first stage of the Night Demon Secret Art.

But to reach the strength of 'Sir Lawrence', Roland had to cultivate the Night Demon Secret Art to the second stage at least.

Roland found that he had almost no bottlenecks in body refining, but to refine his body to the second stage... It would take at least decades.

Roland secretly sighed: 'I might as well go to the slave ship. The guards here are too strict. There might be a chance to escape on the slave ship.'

Roland was under great pressure. The destination of that slave ship was a dairy farm!

It sounded like that dairy farm was called something like 'Pan's Farm'. That was definitely not a good place.

Roland couldn't understand the old geezer's thoughts now.

The old geezer said that he wanted Roland to play Lawrence and give his daughter to him, while also acting like he would definitely send Roland to Pan's Farm.

In any case, he would definitely have to get on the slave ship first.

That night, the sirens outside the prison corridor sang their beautiful songs as usual, and the prisoners immediately became drowsy — this was to prevent anyone from causing trouble at night.

These sirens were already very powerful, and the prisoners had no magic power and could not avoid hearing the songs, so half an hour later, even the wizards with the strongest willpower fell asleep.

After another ten minutes, the singing stopped, and the jailers outside began to play cards and have fun.

The ship became very quiet, and Roland slowly opened his eyes.

He pinched himself hard, and his eyes immediately became a bit clearer.

Recently, a ghost story had been circulating in the prison — someone was dancing in the corridor outside the cell in the middle of the night.

That figure was extremely eerie, looking like a huge penguin with a head growing on its chest.

Her dance was also extremely strange, looking both scary and funny.