I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha

"Roland, Roland, remember this. Anything involving demons becomes incredibly complicated. We have to be careful, careful, and then even more careful."

Wallace said, "Originally, we might not have been able to defeat it, but now that it has a physical body, it has weaknesses. Claire isn't a good host. Plus, Claire used up most of his magic power when collecting curiosities. So, after the demon possessed Claire, its strength is at most that of a mid-level apprentice. And it can only move around by relying on Claire."

After thinking for a moment, Wallace added, "The two of us together should be able to deal with that thing. It's just that the curiosities in its hands are a bit tricky. Although most of the curiosities have been damaged, some can still be used. Especially that 'Gray Wand,' it's the masterpiece of a certain alchemy master. I've seen other Gray Wands before. The 'black light' it emits kills people invisibly. Not only is it hard to detect, but it can also turn around mid-air! Be careful, or you'll be… Careful!"

Before he could finish speaking, Wallace suddenly pushed Roland, and then his head exploded like a watermelon.

Roland's pupils shrank, and he dodged behind a stone pillar.

Swish, swish, swish…

A strange 'black light' swept across the spot where Roland had just been standing, hitting the wall in the distance and shattering the stones on the wall.

Roland touched the red and white matter splattered on his face, his expression extremely unsightly.

Wallace died right after mentioning the Gray Wand—he even gave Roland a demonstration before he died.

A burst of wild laughter came from the distance.

"Heh heh heh, hahahaha… Not bad, not bad, these curiosities are very good! Old thing, quickly tell me, where did you hide the Bitter Slumber Cauldron?!"

The speaker was the blonde freshman. He saw that Roland had dodged, but he didn't care at all. Instead, he was talking to himself, not knowing who he was talking to.

A low voice rose from his abdomen: "My respected master, you can look for it in the great hall to the west… (crunching and chewing sounds)"

Roland peeked out from behind the stone pillar.

The entire hall was very dark, and neither Roland nor the blonde freshman had lit torches. But the eyesight of a high-level swordsman was very good, so he clearly saw the current appearance of the blonde freshman.

The blonde freshman was floating in mid-air. His clothes were already torn into rags, and there were many tumors on his body. There was even a large, cracked mouth in his abdomen.

The chewing sound just now came from this big mouth, which seemed to be chewing on a severed leg—upon closer inspection, that severed leg was the blonde freshman's severed leg!

Squeak, squeak…

The blonde freshman was sawing off his other calf with his long sword, seemingly intending to cut off this leg as well to feed the demon.

The bones on his leg were already exposed, but a look of ecstasy was on his face.

The blonde freshman smiled playfully at the demon in his stomach: "Old thing, you're being honest. Hmph, don't worry, as long as I get all the treasures, I'll spare your life."

The demon said: "My merciful and blessed master, of course, I will satisfy all your needs. If you find anything useless later, don't forget to feed me some like this… I'm really hungry… Heh heh heh…"

"Okay, okay, seeing how obedient you are, I'll give you this piece of garbage to eat."

The blonde freshman's cognition seemed to be having problems. He regarded his own leg as garbage, cutting it off and tearing it off, stuffing it into the demon's mouth.

There was no blood flowing from the blonde freshman's severed leg, and he didn't feel any pain. This showed that the demon's parasitism on him was already very high.

After stuffing the severed leg into his stomach, the blonde freshman stuffed some damaged curiosities into the big mouth in his abdomen. After the big mouth swallowed these things, the blonde freshman's strength slowly became stronger, and he was now close to the peak of a low-level apprentice.

Roland thought to himself, "Wallace was right, the demon is very weak. Its current magic power is probably at the level of a peak low-level apprentice… but I can't let it continue eating things."

At this moment, a figure ran towards the blonde freshman from the distance. The figure shouted as he ran, "Claire (blonde freshman), is that you talking? Did you and Master Wallace find the curiosities?!"

It sounded like the red-haired freshman. He must have heard the conversation between the demon and the blonde freshman just now, but he didn't hear the content clearly. He thought that the blonde freshman was talking to Wallace.

The blonde freshman looked at his companion running from the distance and smiled: "Of course, I found them… Don't worry, Karl, you are my best friend since childhood. You even lent me my tuition fees. How could I forget you? Hmph hmph…"

The blonde freshman's tuition fees, as well as the magic stones he had previously bribed Wallace with, all came from the red-haired freshman.

At this time, the red-haired freshman had approached. When he saw his companion three meters away, he couldn't help but freeze in place: "Claire, you, how are you…"

The blonde freshman turned his head to look at the red-haired freshman and asked gloomily, "What's wrong with me?"

Just as the blonde freshman was distracted by speaking, a bolt of blue lightning flew straight towards his abdomen.

The blonde freshman didn't even know what had happened. He only felt that the dim hall suddenly became as bright as day, and a static electricity reaction occurred on his body.

At this moment, a demon hand stretched out from his abdomen—this demon hand stretched out at the instant before Roland cast the spell.

It was as if that demon knew where Roland was going to strike the moment Roland mobilized his magic power. It stretched out its hand in advance and flicked it towards the air, just hitting the lightning.

This flick actually deflected the lightning, hitting the red-haired freshman three meters away.

The red-haired freshman instantly turned into a shining human lamp!

The human lamp flickered, and then a bolt of lightning flew out of his body again, flying towards the blonde freshman again!

This chain lightning can be said to be extremely insidious. If someone thought that it would stop after it missed, they would probably be unable to guard against its secondary chain.

In the blink of an eye, a wave of magic power fluctuations from a curiosity suddenly appeared in the blonde freshman's abdomen, and then a transparent barrier lit up around him.

After the lightning hit the barrier, it was as if the circuit breaker had been pulled, and it disappeared after flashing twice.

"Interesting, interesting. What an interesting little mouse," the demon's voice echoed in the hall.

In this short moment, Roland and the demon had already exchanged blows twice. When the blonde freshman reacted, he only saw a figure in the distance darting into the darkness and fleeing.

That figure was extremely fast. It seemed that after failing to hit with one blow, it fled far away without hesitation—by the time the blonde freshman reacted and looked at Roland, he had already disappeared.

"Chain, chain lightning?!" The blonde freshman looked at the charred bones of the red-haired freshman kneeling on the ground, a look of horror and fear in his eyes. If he had been hit just now, he would probably have become charcoal.

Gurgle, gurgle…

From the blonde freshman's abdomen, a withered arm and a head without a scalp drilled out.

This was the demon parasitizing the blonde freshman. After devouring various flesh, magic stones, and damaged curiosities, it had already grown arms and a head.

In its hand, it was holding a small lantern. This lantern was a curiosity, and the barrier that had just protected the blonde freshman was created by the lantern.

The demon glanced in the direction where Roland had left and said, "Little thing, you are really ruthless. You came up and mercilessly killed your partner."

"Old thing, my best friend is dead!" The blonde freshman cried as he looked at the charred bones not far away: "My best friend… He killed my best friend… Wuwuwu, I could have… I could have fed my best friend to you!"

The demon comforted, "Don't be sad, my master. That little mouse that ran away is much more interesting than you and your friend. My main body really sent me a little mouse that can bite… I like those who struggle… Heh heh heh heh."