I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha

The soul niche suddenly shook, and faint cries came from within. Roland hurriedly waved his magic wand and chanted several soul-soothing spells, finally calming down the things inside the soul niche.

“The boss told me that this thing had a large space, and even if I went to the cemetery to collect souls every day, it wouldn't be full for three to five months. But it didn't take long for me to fill it up. It shows how many undead there are here!”

Roland originally used this soul niche to collect souls, but it was full in less than a week. So he had to throw out some souls and exchange them for more expensive undead essence or specters.

It's no exaggeration to say that if Roland dropped this soul niche in any classroom and broke it, the classroom would turn into a haunted house that day. The freshmen taking classes inside simply couldn't handle it and would have to call the Night Watchmen over.

After putting away the soul niche, Roland drew a simple magic circle near the pile of corpses, then waved his magic wand at the pile of corpses on the ground, and with a 'buzz' sound, flames burst out from the pile of corpses.

This was 'Ignite', a standard cantrip, but it had been upgraded to level three by Roland. When used with the gray magic wand, its lethality was slightly stronger than an electric arc.

Roland kept waving his magic wand, constantly increasing the fire. The flames on the pile of corpses soared higher and higher, and in just a few minutes, the fire was more than ten feet high.

The fire was controlled by the magic circle near the pile of corpses, which increased the intensity of the fire. It could be clearly seen that the flames inside the magic circle were constantly churning.

After a few minutes, the flames gradually died down, leaving only a pile of ashes on the ground. Even the iron armor plates on some of the undead had melted into molten iron.

To prevent the ashes from rekindling, Roland waved his magic wand at the ashes again. The ash pile made a rustling sound and emitted smoke, as if it had touched water, and then slowly solidified into frost, eventually freezing into a large lump.

“It's such a waste of time, I wish I had a servant.”

After eating another Mermaid Fruit, Roland touched the Wind Prince Ring and sensed the Wind Prince's location.

“In the east.”

On the way, Roland picked up many corpses of 'Blood Mantas', as well as some other small magical creatures, and even some squirrels and birds.

“That idiot, I told him to clear the undead around the big house, and he put everything that could move on his hate list.”

At this moment, a strong wind blew from the woodland ahead. Roland quickened his pace towards the source of the wind and saw the Wind Prince in the forest.

The Wind Prince was fighting a knight wearing broken armor.

Looking at that knight, Roland's pupils suddenly shrank.

“A Black Knight?! How did something like that get over here?!”

These days, Roland has been studying teaching materials on his own, and he has been repeatedly reviewing the contents of the Ranger's Handbook. He knows most of the monsters in the Black Forest like the back of his hand.

Black Knights are level 2-3 undead. The weaker ones are in the range of mid-level apprentices, and the stronger ones are in the range of high-level apprentices.

Although in actual combat, Black Knights are not as good as wizard apprentices of the same level, they can overcome ten skills with one force when dealing with low-level apprentices.

If you encounter those mindless Black Knights, Adam and the other three can handle them. But if you encounter one with a mind, then even a level 2 Black Knight is more troublesome than a mutated giant monster!

This Black Knight is obviously an idiot. He seems to be slashing at the Wind Prince, but most of his attacks are slashing at 'air'.

Looking more closely, this Black Knight seems to have suffered very serious injuries, and his strength has fallen to the level of a peak low-level apprentice. However, the Wind Prince is still no match for him.

Although the Black Knight keeps slashing at the air, its blade has the power of darkness, and occasionally hitting the Wind Prince will weaken the power of the Wind Prince.

On the other hand, although the Wind Prince is constantly attacking the Black Knight with wind blades, these wind blades are either blocked by the black smoke on the Black Knight's body, or they pass through its bones without causing any damage.

Moreover, the Black Knight's bones seem to be exceptionally hard. Occasionally, wind blades pass through the black smoke and hit them, leaving only a little bit of white marks.

Roland's eyes flickered slightly: 'This Black Knight is not bad!'

Roland summoned a Wind Prince with the strength of a mid-level apprentice. His realm is obviously a small level higher than the Black Knight, but he can't do anything to the Black Knight.

After a while, the Wind Prince has been consumed to only ten feet tall, and can no longer blow the Black Knight.

However, the black smoke on the Black Knight's body is also getting less and less, and its movements are becoming more and more sluggish.

At this moment, the Black Knight was hung in mid-air by an invisible hand. It shook in mid-air like a cocoon, and then pointed its sword at Roland.

Then a black smoke flashed on the Black Knight's blade and flew towards Roland in an instant. The barrier in front of Roland flashed, refracting the black smoke in another direction and hitting a tree not far away.

The tree quickly withered, and a pile of dead leaves fell to the ground.

Roland nodded and said: “Not bad.”

He threw out the wizard's hat and directly put the Black Knight in mid-air into it.

“It's a pity that I don't understand undead magic yet, otherwise, cultivating it with soul tears would definitely be a good servant, but it probably still can't beat Red Spirit. I'm very short of money now, so I'll sell it to Bernard. This Black Knight will definitely be able to exchange for some of his best undead magic!”

After putting away the wizard's hat, Roland looked happy.

At this moment, a red shadow flashed through the forest. Roland suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, dropped the Wind Prince, and ran all the way back to the big house without looking back.

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A few minutes later, he entered the barrier. The woodland behind him was very quiet, and the female ghost didn't seem to have chased after him.

Roland secretly wiped his cold sweat.

These days, he has searched through the Ranger's Handbook and teaching materials, but he has not found any descriptions about Red Spirit.

However, he found a chilling ghost story in a diary in a certain drawer of the big house.

Roland still remembers some of the descriptions in it.

【— — I saw her in the water. She's on my neck, she's riding on my neck! 】

【— — Don't look back! Don't look back! ! ! 】

That was left by the previous Ranger. That unlucky guy encountered Red Spirit while patrolling, and then brought her back to the barrier.

Roland suddenly felt a chill on his scalp. He ran to the living room with a pale face and looked in the mirror. After confirming that there was nothing on his back, he breathed a sigh of relief.

“That female ghost doesn't seem to be an ordinary undead. She definitely can't beat the Ballet Ghost, but for me, she's more difficult to deal with than the Ballet Ghost.”

“I have to repair the silver pocket watch as soon as possible. With the pocket watch, I can be more confident. It's almost the end of the month, so I have to solve this trouble as soon as possible and then go patrolling.”

Unless he has no other choice, Roland doesn't want to ask Wallace to solve Red Spirit. Not to mention whether he can handle it, even if he can, Roland doesn't dare to call him over.

After all, the Ballet Ghost is in the front yard. If the Ballet Ghost jumps out while Wallace is dealing with Red Spirit, it will be a big joke.

If there was only Roland alone, it would be fine. He could generously seal the Ballet Ghost into the book. But if Wallace is here, he has to find a way to turn Wallace into wood first—at this time, if Red Spirit pounces on Wallace's wooden sculpture and occupies Wallace, that would be a big joke!

“Let me calculate, I have a lot of money, enough to buy undead magic and repair the pocket watch. Bernard seems to be using mummified corpses to make magic puppets. Then, can I turn the Ballet Ghost into a magic puppet too?”

Full of thoughts, Roland took out the magic powder and sprinkled it into the fireplace, returning to the academy with his gains from the past few weeks.