I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha

Roland and the last dozen or so prisoners entered carrying large buckets filled with pig slop-like food. It contained fish bones and meat, smelling so fishy and rotten that one might suspect it was galley waste from the 'Black Coral'.

The dozen or so prisoners dutifully carried the buckets towards the Bloodless Warlocks. They knew the rules and understood that the leaders should divide the food.

Roland glanced around the cabin, then looked at the group of Bloodless Warlocks. With a thud, he tossed the bucket in his hand into the crowd.

The bucket struck several traitorous prisoners, spilling its contents all over the ground.

The surrounding people swarmed over, fighting to snatch up the food. These days had been unbearable; they were starving! It was lucky that the food had been thrown here!

After discarding the bucket, Roland went straight to a corner and sat down.

It wasn't the best spot in the cabin, but it was quite concealed. There were many goods around that obstructed the view, making it a decent place to be.

Several blankets lay on the ground. Seven or eight prisoners had already claimed the area and were chatting idly, waiting for their lackeys to bring back food.

When they saw 'Arbiter' Lawrence approaching, their eyes twitched slightly, and they made way for him.

"You lot, take this trash away," Roland said, pointing to the blankets on the ground that were sure to be infested with lice.

Then, he pointed to a seemingly clean witch: "Take off your clothes."

The witch was originally the lover of the small gang's leader, quite attractive, and always kept clean.

Hearing Roland call her out, the small leader's face turned somewhat ugly.

The witch's expression was also unpleasant. If this were a powerful warlock, she would be overjoyed.

But this was a holy knight from the south, who would never associate with witches or take followers. In a couple of days, she might even be besieged by everyone. Following him would lead to no good end.

But with the situation pressing, the witch had no choice but to take off her clothes and crawl like a dog to Roland's side with her garments.

Roland took her clothes, then kicked her aside.

Afterward, Roland examined the clothes, finding them clean and free of bugs and odor.

Then, disregarding the gazes of those around him, he placed the clothes on the damp ground and sat on them as a makeshift blanket.

The surrounding prisoners exchanged glances and moved away from him.

Not long after, a young Bloodless gentleman dressed in prisoner's garb but behaving very elegantly arrived with several people. He bowed respectfully to Roland and said, "Sir Lawrence, Lady Belinda requests your presence."

Before he could finish, Roland spat out a single word: "Get lost."

The gentleman's lips twitched, then he chuckled coldly and left with his men.

Moments later, in the crowd far across from Roland, some people began to secretly watch his every move.

These people had ill intentions, watching Roland to see if he made any small movements. If he caused trouble and they could find evidence, someone would immediately notify the Three-Headed Serpent Warlock outside to deal with him.

If the Three-Headed Serpents believed that Roland was dishonest, then even if he didn't cause trouble, everyone would frame him.

Roland was surrounded by enemies here, without a single friend. Or rather, 'Sir Lawrence' could only have enemies here.

Firstly, he had been kept in solitary confinement, eating and drinking well, and receiving various preferential treatments, making everyone envious. He was naturally divided into two groups from all the prisoners.

Secondly, his physical condition was being maintained too well. As the most valuable slave, the Three-Headed Serpents would not kill him, but he could kill others. Therefore, the better he fared, the worse everyone else would fare.

Finally, the Bloodless leaders liked his blood. They had already ordered people to find trouble for him. After he was tortured by the prisoners and the Three-Headed Serpents for a few days, this weak lion would be at the mercy of the hyenas' siege.

Therefore, some people would initially watch him, looking for faults and helping the Three-Headed Serpents find evidence of his dishonesty.

Afterward, some would deliberately provoke him, such as using words or actions to enrage him, or a group of people would distract him while others took the opportunity to defecate or urinate in his food. Everyone would stop at nothing to provoke his most sensitive spot.

As long as he hurt or killed someone, causing damage to the Three-Headed Serpents' property, the Three-Headed Serpents would take him out and make him behave himself.

Finally, if he did not retaliate against the provocations, the prisoners would become even more brazen.

At this point, it would no longer be provocation, but a full-scale siege. If they found that his strength was slightly lacking, he would be very, very miserable.

On this first day, 'Sir Lawrence' was very quiet. He didn't eat or drink, but just sat there with his eyes closed, resting. Some prisoners pretended to curry favor by bringing him a bowl of carefully selected clean food, but he didn't eat it.

He secretly observed the situation inside the cabin.

There were many restrictions within the cabin, and even without shackles, people inside could not use divine sense or magic such as divination or prophecy to sense the outside world.

Similarly, the outside was the same to the inside—but there was 'monitoring' here.

These were magical arrays composed of simple runes—these were surveillance cameras.

As long as certain people or cabins within the large ship had the same magical array, the people on duty would use crystal balls to observe the situation inside the cabin.

Roland thought to himself: 'The various towers of the Black Abyss Academy all have this kind of thing, but there are many people who do things secretly. The people on duty never take a second look at the 'screen'.

However, in the initial days, the crew should still closely monitor the situation inside the cabin.

I need to be more peaceful recently.'

Roland felt immense pressure; he didn't have much time left. The group of Bloodless Warlocks could come looking for trouble at any time.

At night, the sirens' songs echoed on the sea outside the cabin.

The prisoners inside the ship became drowsy in the song, and within twenty minutes, everyone was asleep.

Previously, when Roland was on the 'Black Coral', the sirens often had to sing for half an hour before everyone fell asleep.

Now that the strongest people had been selected, and everyone was used to it and didn't resist, they all fell asleep in twenty minutes.

But the sirens specifically sang for another twenty minutes. Twenty minutes later, the door was opened, and several Three-Headed Serpent Warlocks sneaked in.

The men came in with cleaning tools and some magical tools. They seemed to want to clean the cabin to prevent the slaves from dying of plague, and also to check the slaves' conditions to prevent certain warlocks from playing tricks with methods unknown to everyone.

This was originally a hard and tiring job, but the men showed extremely excited expressions.

Listening carefully, there were some such contents in their conversation:

—"Don't worry, Lawrence, your brothers on duty will also have the opportunity to come in turns."

—"Hehe, Bart, my good brother. Since that guy left, you've been in charge of the slave cabin, which is great. There are too many good goods in this batch!"

—"Don't leave magical images! You know, the boss doesn't like such things."

—"Don't worry, the magic circuits are all turned off. We'll make a fake one to deal with it later. Besides, no one will specifically check it. Before dawn, no one but us will know what happened in the cabin."

—"Let's take a look at that guy first. If he's asleep, everyone must be asleep!"

Several people looked towards 'Lawrence'. Then one person came over to check him.

After confirming that his aura was in a sleeping state, the person checked the shackles on 'Lawrence'. Then he excitedly gave the boss a gesture that there was no problem: "Even he's asleep, everyone else must be asleep."

Everyone laughed excitedly, and then a few people started working, while two people came to the hammock.

—"Hiss, the quality of these slaves brought by Saladin and his group is really too good!"

—"This guy seems to be called 'Belinda'. I've been in the Eastern Territory and heard her name! She's a noble countess (Muggle kingdom)!"

—"My god, this body is too tender! I can't believe I can touch such a noble woman in my life, my life is worth it!"

—"Don't rush, don't rush, check if she's a virgin. If a virgin is damaged and the boss finds out, we're dead!"

—"No! She's not!"

—"Don't touch her here. Drag her to the middle and let the brothers take a look together. Hahaha."

The two dragged the Bloodless female leader from the hammock to the center of the cabin, then stripped off her clothes and played with her wantonly.

These five or six jailers took turns, making a mess of the ground. They also recorded many videos with crystal balls.

They seemed to have faith, feeling remorseful while doing bad things, and then using their exorcism for 'Belinda' as an excuse—this was to let her break away from hell and believe in the 'Sun God'!

After enjoying themselves, everyone completed the work that should be done.

No warlock played tricks, everyone's shackles were intact. The restrictions in the cabin were also intact.

Before leaving, they also tied 'Belinda' into a very lewd shape and hung her in the center of the cabin, looking forward to the expressions of the prisoners when they saw their leader in this state the next morning.

—"Boss, I'm a little dizzy."

—"Waste, only a few times. I'm also a little dizzy."

Several pale-faced jailers left the cabin and re-locked the door.

From the sleeping crowd came a string of curses, followed by Ms. Belinda emerging from the throng.

She went to the center of the cabin and set down a pitiful male witch who was bound.

"A bunch of good-for-nothings, thinking they could touch this old lady!"

After cursing a few more times, Belinda cleaned up the male witch's body, then wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and returned to her hammock.

Roland breathed a sigh of relief.

He quietly opened his eyes and looked strangely towards the hammock.

He had just witnessed the entire process—the three-headed snakes were all bitten!

Not only were they bitten, but they were also subtly charmed.

But they didn't know it.

They thought the vampire was asleep the whole time, but in reality, they were charmed as soon as they got close to her.

The jailers mistook a male witch for Belinda and had a wild orgy in the cabin.

Meanwhile, the Bloodless Witch Belinda watched coldly from the sidelines, secretly and fiercely biting them several times.

The bites were all in places on their bodies that weren't easily noticed.

The faces of the three-headed snake jailers were drained of color, but they didn't realize it!

The jailers were just having fun the whole time.

Even the person who tied the ropes in the end was that male witch!

When the three-headed snake jailers left, they had clearly broken free from Belinda's mental control, and they had clearly regained their sanity, but they didn't notice that the one hanging up was a male witch.

This Bloodless Witch named Belinda seemed to have left deeply hidden seeds in the hearts of the three-headed snake jailers, which would quietly and slowly sprout, affecting their cognition and changing their thinking.

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In the next few days, after a few more times like this, many three-headed snake witches would have their cognition twisted.

By then, there would probably be a group of Bloodless Witches' blood slaves on board.

The methods of these Bloodless Witches were indeed hard to guard against; one could easily fall victim.

Even with the Chains of Original Sin locking them up, they could still do this!

Compared to these Bloodless Witches, the vampires in the mercenaries' rumors were simply a bunch of Muggles who didn't understand magic!

Roland thought to himself, 'The Eastern Region is really too competitive; none of them are easy to deal with!'

Roland thought that he was the only one awake after the Nagas outside had been singing for so long. In fact, he was almost asleep too.

But that guy named Belinda was fine; she still hadn't entered a dream!

Moreover, even while bound by the Chains of Original Sin and with her mental power difficult to release, she had unknowingly controlled five three-headed snake witches!

This willpower, this mental power… she was definitely a Second-Order Witch!

This 'Belinda' was definitely a big shot with a name in the Bloodless clan, and definitely someone who frequently came into contact with the mysterious, otherwise her willpower couldn't be so perverted.

Her strength probably wasn't inferior to the heads of Bloodless Fortresses… The so-called 'Belinda' was definitely a fake name!

She was too good at hiding; Saladin and his group hadn't noticed her before, letting her slip through the net.

It was one thing to have so many Bloodless Witches on board, but to also hide such a BOSS… Roland suddenly felt a lot of pressure.

Belinda obviously wanted to escape, and her biggest trump card was 'Blood Slave, Sir Lawrence', so she had already set her sights on Roland.

Fortunately, this guy wasn't impatient, and fortunately the jailers came over today, allowing her to eat her fill.

Otherwise, she would definitely have secretly crawled over to bite him while everyone was asleep tonight, and that would have been terrible!

Because he had to pretend to be asleep!

'I must advance the escape plan!'

'Fortunately, I still have two cards to play before unlocking the Chains of Original Sin.'

Roland looked towards the corner behind him, and then a girl wearing a chubby mascot costume appeared out of thin air.

The girl happily spun around in place, handing Roland a ring, a dimensional pocket, and a set of shackles.

This was Roland's first card—Leona.

While pretending to be asleep just now, Roland had been contacting Leona.

The ring and dimensional pocket had always been in the captain's, or rather, Saladin's vault, and no one had touched them these past few days. So Leona just took them.

Roland also directed Leona to steal a set of shackles from the Black Coral's prison.

Seeing that everything was complete, Roland couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He had thought that he might not be able to get his dimensional pocket back.

He was actually overthinking it, or rather, he always considered things in the worst possible light.

Treasures weren't flowers and plants that needed to be watered every day. And Saladin was so knowledgeable, how could he constantly check on a few items because he loved them so much?

After checking, Roland found that nothing seemed to be missing, and couldn't help but reveal a strange expression.

'Could it be that Marie and her confidants already have enough strange objects? Or is it that they haven't had time these past few days, or Saladin forgot about my things?'

Although his things might not be fancied by a powerful leader like Saladin, there were still more than thirty high-quality strange objects inside, plus a quasi-treasure and a treasure!

Roland estimated that Saladin would at least pick out some good things to distribute to his subordinates and confidants. After all, the Nagas were very poor.

If not to his subordinates, then to his daughter and son-in-law, right? Damn it.

No, that's impossible.

He was already being sent on a slave ship, so how could he still be 'Sir Lawrence', how could he still pretend to be his son-in-law?

Roland came up with a more reasonable explanation—Saladin only made the decision to send him away today, so he hadn't touched his things yet.

Shaking his head, Roland took out a scarecrow from the dimensional pocket—this was Roland's second card, a Little Roland that he hadn't had time to retrieve before!

This Mr. Scarecrow seemed to be having dinner, holding a knife and fork, with a napkin around his neck.

After coming out, the scarecrow turned his head with a click, looking at Roland with a bewildered expression.

This scarecrow was the one Roland had created to deceive Marie on the Black Coral. At the time, considering that his memory was problematic, he hadn't retrieved him!

Now, however, he came in handy, becoming Roland's second card.

Roland was currently locked up with the Chains of Original Sin and couldn't create a clone. This Little Roland was a great help. He could stay here for him.

As long as he stayed here, he could go to the Snake Ring to take refuge and do research.

Roland used his eyes as a medium to transmit a divine thought to Little Roland, roughly telling him about the events of these days.

After being stunned for a while, Little Roland woodenly returned a look to Roland—Damn it, are my good days over? Is it my turn to be a prisoner?

Roland returned a look to the scarecrow—Brother, I beg you, please lie here and sleep honestly. Don't mess with those female prisoners. There's someone awake in the cabin!

Roland used his eyes as a medium to transmit a series of thoughts. He told Little Roland about the events that happened today, especially about Belinda.

After hearing that he had been targeted by the beautiful Ms. Belinda, the scarecrow Roland's eyes couldn't help but light up—Are you saying that tomorrow night, a beauty will throw herself into my arms? And no matter how much I try to die, even if I threaten her, she won't kill me?

Roland was stunned for two seconds, then gave him an angry look—Don't mess around, that woman is definitely a slut! Who knows how many lovers she has!

The scarecrow Roland angrily returned a look to Roland—PC, you're still picky about prostitutes?! You should be secretly happy to find such a good one in a brothel!

—In terms of quality, she's Miss No. 888 in the brothel! In terms of cleanliness, she's not sick, so you can play with her without worry!

—Roland, oh Roland, you should change your views! You've already paid for the ticket to the silver party at sea, but when a tender thing is delivered to your door, you don't even touch it, are you an idiot?!

Roland: “…”

Seeing that Roland still wanted to 'say' something, the scarecrow Roland gave him a look—I don't care, I'm going to enjoy 'business KTV' these few days, you do your own thing, don't worry about me!

The scarecrow Roland 'said' again—Also, there's a Second-Order mid-stage three-headed snake on this ship! Can we handle it with just us and the Red Saintess?

You can't make everyone on this ship crazy, we need a group of people to help. The Bloodless Witches are strong and well-equipped, they are excellent partners. You have to collude with Belinda! Don't worry, when she comes to find me tomorrow, I'll collude with her.

Roland gave the scarecrow Roland a look—Be careful, don't let it slip, or we'll all die! Also, don't rashly agree to her conditions, if you sign a contract with her, I will also be affected!

The scarecrow Roland smiled silently and 'said'—You underestimate yourself too much, Roland. Wait for me to use a little trick, and tomorrow I'll make her serve us like a dog!

This scarecrow Roland was only a wizard apprentice.

But he was Roland.

It was really hard to say whether he had made a witch whose strength far exceeded his own grit her teeth, take off her clothes, and dance a striptease.

Sighing, Roland threw the extra set of shackles to the scarecrow Roland.

Then, the scarecrow Roland put on the shackles and changed into Roland's clothes.

Next, the scarecrow Roland took out the magic mirror from the Snake Ring and changed his name to 'Lawrence'.

After doing these things, Roland and the scarecrow Roland exchanged glances about the upcoming plan and timeline.

Before, when Roland watched the jailers playing, the vampire lady Belinda inquired about a lot of information—In the previous month, the Black Coral had been drifting because the personnel hadn't stabilized yet.

Therefore, when the two ships were close together, the course deviated slightly.

This third-generation magic warship was far inferior in speed to the Black Coral, lagging behind by an unknown number of times. In addition, the destination was not the original one, so it would take more than a month to reach the southern destination.

In other words, Roland had to win over the Red Saintess within half a month, and then spend some time to win over the others on the ship.

For nearly half a month, Roland would be preparing in the church within the Serpent Ring.

After a secret discussion, Roland had the Scarecrow Roland use magic to unfold the Serpent Ring, swallowing himself inside.

After Roland entered the Serpent Ring, some messy things were also thrown in from the outside. It seemed that the Scarecrow Roland had dumped some necessities from the dimensional bag.

After entering the church, Roland came to the altar and picked up the 'Heraca's Necromantic Bible' to summon Good Spirits, first to help them advance.

Previously, Roland had never dared to let them advance, fearing that their path would not be perfect enough—if they evolved poorly, becoming ordinary Banshees, or still remaining Good Spirits, it would be too regrettable.

Now, he already had the 'Black Saint's Blood Shepherdess,' and all seven servants could take this path to become formal wizards!

That's right, formal wizards.

He didn't know what kind of species they would evolve into, but they had the opportunity to evolve into formal wizards. Hmm, it's also possible they could become priests.

(PS: Taking a few days off, these past few days have been 6K words. I'll update 10K words a day in a few days, just this chapter today, 6K)