I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha

In Helena's heart, Roland had always been a pitiful, penniless wretch.

More precisely, a penniless wretch addicted to gambling.

Unlike herself, who saved all her money and only bought things to make more money.

As a small-time rich woman, Helena had never imagined she would see her penniless senior in such a place of consumption.

Therefore, when she entered and saw the back of that tall man, her subconscious immediately assumed he was a scion of a noble family from a higher grade, never associating him with Roland.

It wasn't until she arrived at the counter and saw the meaningful look on Roland's face that she recognized him.

Helena was first stunned, then stuck out her tongue and turned to run, but Roland's large hand slammed onto her shoulder, pinning her in place.

"What a coincidence, Junior Helena," Roland said with a smile that wasn't quite a smile.

"Hehe, hehe. What a coincidence, Senior Roland," Junior Helena squeezed out a smile.

Roland chuckled and patted Helena's shoulder, saying, "Don't be nervous, I just wanted to say hello. And also, I wanted to ask you for a favor."

When a gambling addict says 'ask you for a favor,' what could it be?

Helena immediately became vigilant. She looked at the silver pocket watch in Roland's hand and thought to herself, 'Good heavens, Senior Roland, Lord Wallace warned you so much not to gamble, and you're still here pawning strange objects!'

'Not only are you pawning strange objects, but you're also planning to borrow money from me to gamble!'

'If I lend him this money, he'll definitely borrow more next time. If I don't lend it, I'll be resented. But if I do lend it, he'll not only borrow more and more without repaying, but I'll also be resented by his family.'

'He's just like my old brother!'

'No way! I absolutely cannot aid the evildoer!'

Having decided not to lend money, Helena looked up at the tall Senior Roland, revealing an innocent smile: "What is it, Senior Roland? Just tell me, as long as it's your request, I'll definitely help!"

Roland was overjoyed and hurriedly said, "That's great! I'm a little short on cash lately. Lend me two hundred magic stones, and I'll definitely return them within a week!"

Upon hearing this, Helena's expression changed slightly, and she thought to herself, 'I knew it would be something like this!'

She said with a troubled expression, "Senior Roland, where would I get two hundred magic stones? I haven't even paid back the money I owe you yet—oh, I know, you misunderstood! I'm just running errands for someone! Grandpa Kermit, say something, I'm being misunderstood."

The somewhat eccentric old craftsman, who had previously been impatient with Roland, responded to Helena, saying without looking up, "Yes, yes, they all belong to Miss Fluorescent Peach."

If Roland didn't know the inside story of this dead girl, he would have been deceived by her!

He said anxiously, "Helena, stop fooling around, I'm really in a hurry. I know you have money, quickly lend me some, or I'll be in trouble."

Look at what he's saying? How much gambling debt does this gambling addict owe?

Helena couldn't help but glare at Senior Roland, saying, "Senior Roland, I really want to help you, but I really don't have any money. Why don't you ask other friends?"

Seeing Roland's suspicious look, Helena picked up her ordinary-looking little bag at her waist and said with a stiff neck, "If you don't believe me, search it!"

Roland reached out to grab her bag, and Helena was shocked, clutching the bag tightly: "Senior Roland, how can you be like this? There are many girls' things in here."

Roland had searched her bag before, and his face flushed red when she said that. He said, "Didn't you tell me to search it? If you don't want to lend me money, fine, but you should at least pay back the money you owe me, right?"

Helena said pitifully, "Senior Roland, I know I owe you a lot of money, but how can I pay it all back in one month? It'll take at least three to five months to scrape it together. Can you give me some time?"

Roland was furious, thinking to himself, "You little brat, I'll let you pretend with me! I'll tie you up when we get out of here!"

"You two little devils, how long are you going to argue here—boy, do you have two hundred magic stones?" The old craftsman Kermit suddenly raised his head impatiently.

Roland hurriedly rummaged through his dimensional bag, "Yes, yes, I should have two hundred magic stones."

The old craftsman said, "I originally had many orders from other people, but now I'm helping you cut in line, delaying their business, so I have to compensate them. I'm not overcharging you with these two hundred magic stones."

This old craftsman doesn't care about money at all. The first time he spoke, he hoped that Roland would give up, and the second time he asked for 200 magic stones, part of which was his repair fee, and the rest he would take out to compensate other customers.

Roland hurriedly thanked him.

The old craftsman sternly lectured, "She's just a little girl, and she does owe you money, but you, as a senior, shouldn't pressure her so much."

Roland was very embarrassed but couldn't explain. He knew that the old craftsman must have misunderstood, thinking that Helena owed him a large sum of money. He couldn't say that she only owed him 5 magic stones, so he could only nod repeatedly and say yes.

At this time, he had poured out all the magic stones in the bag and scanned them with his mental power. He suddenly remembered that he only had 197 magic stones!

Roland couldn't help but look at Helena again: "Can you at least pay me back 3 magic stones first?"

Helena pouted and said to the old craftsman, "Grandpa Kermit, he's short 3 magic stones. It's such a small amount of money, don't bother asking for it."

This girl doesn't even want to return 3 magic stones. Roland's eyes twitched in anger.

Fortunately, the old craftsman didn't mind and waved the two little devils away: "Come back in three days to pick up the goods."

Roland thought to himself, 'Perfect, I'll deal with the ghost these two nights and then make a few magic puppets to practice. The academy should have high-quality magic puppet tools. Since it's just for practice, I'll just steal a few.'

Once outside, Roland said with a displeased expression, "Junior Helena, I don't have a single penny now. When are you going to return the 5 magic stones you owe me?"

Helena also realized at this time that Roland hadn't come to pawn strange objects. But she had already lied about not having money, so she couldn't go back on her word now.

Besides, he didn't gamble today. Who knows if he'll go gambling again tomorrow?

If he knew she had money, wouldn't he be borrowing from her all the time?

The little money she earned so hard was for making more money! Lending it to a gambling addict? A gambling addict won't pay it back!

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Thinking of this, Helena began to act pitiful again, saying, "Senior Roland, I'm also dead broke now. It's really hard for a poor girl like me to get by... Sigh, Senior, you seem to have a good way of making money. Can I help you with something?"

Helena's last sentence was the truth. Senior Roland is such a gambler, yet he can afford to repair strange objects. How much money did he make this month?

Roland frowned and asked, "Are you serious?"

Helena nodded hurriedly: "Senior, I've already spent all the money in my pocket. There are still five months until the next semester, and I have to cut costs and increase income. If you have a good way to make money, take me with you? I'll do anything."

Roland stroked his chin, thinking that he could have Helena help him handle some magic potion ingredients. But after asking a few questions, this girl shook her head, indicating that she didn't understand. It was just three words repeated: won't, won't learn, won't pay back.

Roland was furious. He looked around to make sure no one was there, then pinned his junior against the wall: "You little brat, are you playing with me? I don't even have money to buy magic powder now. If you don't pay me back, I'll stay at your place tonight!"

Helena blushed and turned her head away, saying, "Adam and the others have money. I'm not playing with you, I really want to earn some pocket money."

Roland rubbed his forehead.

After thinking for a while, he wrote a list for Helena: "Help me buy things. Many people in the academy are also buying things everywhere, but the purchase price is definitely not as high as mine. I'll give you one magic stone per liter. I don't care how much you buy, the extra money is all yours."

Helena curiously took it and looked at it, then her face turned red. She glared at Senior Roland with a perverted look.

Roland suddenly realized that he must have been misunderstood. His face turned extremely ugly, and he took out the new recipe for Serpent Beauty and threw it to the girl.

"Oh, so Serpent Beauty is made with such disgusting things? Luckily, I can't stand it... Ah, no, luckily, I can't afford it."

Helena looked at it again and suddenly opened her mouth wide: "Wait, there are only these ingredients? Isn't this a costless business? The Alexandra family's recipe is too... How many magic stones did you earn this month?!"

Roland didn't say anything.

Helena asked again: "1 magic stone per liter, are you sure? No matter how much I buy, you can handle it?"

Looking at Helena's serious little appearance, Roland revealed a strange expression: "I naturally won't lie about what I say. But the standards of the materials must meet the requirements I gave you."

Helena's eyes lit up with the color of magic stones, and she said, "Okay, then it's settled. Let's go, this lady will treat you, you penniless wretch, to the cafeteria today!"

Roland touched the free cafeteria meal card in his pocket, then put it down again.

Although he had already eaten breakfast and lunch not long ago, he felt he could still eat. He was going to eat his junior for all she was worth.