I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha

Roland lifted the cover in front of the grass shed and saw the instructor lying on the weeds, her forehead covered in sweat, and her face a little paler than before.

It seemed she hadn't finished treating the wound yet, and had already used up the last of her strength.

Roland sighed inwardly, 'Although she took a lot of magic potions before, her body and spirit are exhausted. I'm afraid she can't even use a cantrip well now, but she's still trying to be brave here.'

Seeing Roland come over, the instructor tightly gripped the clothes covering her chest and said, "I'll teach you a few spells."

These spells are cantrips. They can be used for local anesthesia, cleaning iron residue from wounds, and healing wounds.

The instructor had just tried to use these spells to treat the wounds, but as Roland had predicted, she couldn't handle it alone. Or rather, she couldn't make the wounds look good enough.

"Do you understand?" the instructor asked.

Roland nodded to show he had learned them.

The instructor looked at Roland for a while, her face flushed, as if she wanted to ask a silly question. But in the end, she blushed, closed her eyes, and turned her head away: "Ma-make the wound, make it look better..."

Catherine knew very well whether Roland could treat the wound with her eyes closed. After all, she had called Roland over because she couldn't see the wound clearly.

"Wh-what are you still standing there for?" Instructor Catherine urged with her eyes closed: "Qui-quickly, lift, lift my clothes..."

"I need to prepare some tools first," Roland replied.

Catherine opened her eyes and saw Roland taking out tweezers and other tools from the package. He sorted the tools and disinfected them with potions.

Seeing Roland so careful, the instructor felt a little relieved. She thought, "Roland used to be a sword-wielding attendant. Treating battlefield wounds is a compulsory course for knight attendants… He should have a foundation in surgical treatment and be very careful."

Having finally been reborn, Catherine cherished her body very much.

Although the wounds on her chest were not serious, there were many of them, and the situation was very complicated. If treated well, they could be perfectly restored. But if not treated well, she would have to worry about it in the future.

"Close your eyes, Instructor," Roland said.

A blush appeared on Catherine's face. She obediently closed her eyes and turned her head away.

She said very coquettishly, "D-don't mess around."

Before she could finish speaking, Roland put his coat over her face.

Catherine's inner thoughts: '%￥￥*@'

"Don't move," Roland frowned as he observed the wound.

No wonder the senior sister couldn't handle it alone. The person standing on the front of the mountain can't see the ravines (wounds) behind the mountain.

The senior sister can't see the wound, and when she usually walks and looks down, she can't see the instep of her feet either.

'The sacred power of the Holy Sword seems to have a great repulsion to the instructor's power... The situation is very bad. Not a single fragment can be left behind.'

Roland's expression became serious. He picked up his magic wand without any other thoughts and began to cast a spell. As the spell was chanted, the fragments of the broken sword slowly flew out of the wound and into the magic wand.

Most of the fragments left the wound and were collected by the magic wand. But some fragments had to be carefully pried open with small tools before they could fly out.

The whole process was no less than a surgical operation.

If Roland hadn't reached a superhuman level in terms of eyesight, dexterity, and control over his own body, even with the convenience of magic spells, it would have been difficult for him to complete such a task.

After cleaning the wound, Roland was covered in sweat.

He cheered himself up and began to chant healing spells, carefully healing the wound.

When the last wound was perfectly restored, Roland looked at the 'perfect shape' in front of him and had two thoughts.

The first thought was: It's perfect, I've finally completed the task, and she shouldn't have to worry about this matter in the future.

The second thought was unforgettable.

Roland put away his messy thoughts, fastened his senior sister's underwear, and put the coat that was covering her face back on her chest.

Catherine seemed to have fallen asleep, her face flushed.

He wiped the sweat from his senior sister's face with a wet towel and said softly, "Sleep peacefully, the wound has healed perfectly. You don't have to secretly wipe away tears when you look in the mirror in the future."

After packing up his things, Roland left two bottles of restorative potions and quietly left the small grass shed.

'It seems I'll have to camp here tonight.'

Roland sat on the ground with his back against the small grass shed, meditating and keeping watch.

After a while, there was a faint rustling sound from the grass shed behind him. It seemed that a certain young lady who was pretending to be asleep was secretly putting on her clothes.

Roland showed a strange expression. He got up and moved away from the grass shed, collected some dry firewood in the forest, and went to the bathroom.

Afterwards, Roland set up a bonfire and made a pot of witch stew with the dry food and jerky in his bag.

'The meat is almost stewed. There's food in the instructor's purse, so I don't need to disturb her.'

'That's right, I almost forgot about Anna.'

Roland took out his wizard hat and checked it, and found that Anna inside the hat had already fallen asleep.

'Most of the injuries on Anna's body have healed. This guy is really a monster.'

'Let her stay in the wizard hat for now, lest she wake up and cause trouble again.'

After eating, Roland sat by the bonfire and read a book for a while. He recorded the knowledge he had learned today, such as spells, the use of strange objects, magic arrays, and so on.

After completing his homework for the day, Roland stared at the starry sky in a daze.

"What are your plans for the future?" A voice came from the grass shed behind him.

Roland replied, "Return to the academy."

The person in the grass shed behind him was silent for a moment and said, "Don't you plan to go back to the small town again?"

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"There's nothing to see," Roland knew that the instructor would go to the castle, he said, "Baron Hall is still alive, I don't need to go back to see anyone."

Catherine hesitated for a moment in the grass shed and said, "I plan to go back to my family for a while... I won't be able to return to the academy for a while."

Roland's eyes suddenly lit up. He very much hoped to return to the academy by himself, and very much hoped that the instructor could give him some personal space.

He hesitated for a while, but did not choose to answer, but remained silent, waiting for the instructor's decision.

After a moment, the person in the grass shed said a little annoyed: "I will be very busy during this time, I don't have time to take you back, you can go back by yourself tomorrow!"

Roland was overjoyed: "Yes, ma'am."

The grass shed was quiet for a long time, and then a new voice came: "Do you still remember the location of the teleportation array?"

Roland nodded and said, "I remember, there is one near Fern Forest. Wallace and I will be able to reach the academy tomorrow."

Catherine said: "It's good to go earlier, it's time for you to get in touch with the various schools. This is your inevitable path. Only after honing yourself in the academy will you have a chance to go further, otherwise, low-level apprentices will be your end."

Roland nodded deeply. He needed to improve his foundation in the academy. He also needed to enter the academy, get rid of the label of wild wizard, and obtain the identity of a wizard.

Wizards are the most powerful rulers in this world. In their eyes, muggle lords, knights, and commoners are no different. They are all lambs.

This is my only chance to enter the real wizarding world, a chance to cross the class. If I lose this opportunity, I will have to be a commoner, a pig and a dog in the future.

Catherine also said: "Go as soon as possible... If there is anything you don't understand on the road, ask Wallace more."

Roland: "Understood."

At this time, an invisible force flashed out centered on the grass shed, covering an area of ​​hundreds of meters.

Catherine said: "With this barrier, you don't have to keep watch tonight. Meditate well. The core content of the Aleya Notes is to contact the underworld. After your meditation today, you will have great gains."

After Catherine's thoughtful instructions, she went to sleep.

Roland shielded himself from distractions and entered a state of selfless meditation.

Three hours later, the smooth feeling of meditation gradually disappeared, and the increase in magic power and the improvement of realm became extremely slow.

Roland opened his eyes, checked his body, and looked up the Aleya Notes to check his situation, and found that his realm had been raised to 45%.

But he felt no joy in his heart.

Judging from the contents of the Aleya Notes and some of Catherine's words, the faster he cultivates, the more difficult it will be to break through the bottleneck. If he reaches the bottleneck after sleeping, it will be as difficult as climbing to the sky to break through the bottleneck.

'In the academy, there should be a magic potion recipe for advancement, right?'

Roland felt that he might reach the bottleneck within a month, but without the help of powerful external forces, he might not be able to break through for ten years.

'Money, I need money. The things in the ruins are all broken, can they be sold for a good price?'

'And the source of these things is problematic. Can I sell them?'

The Black Abyss Academy is a demonic sect, and low-level apprentices are consumables. Only by advancing to intermediate apprentices will they have some value.