I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha.

Chapter 7: Weird Fruit

"It seems that the instructor's spiritual power is very strong. Even after an hour's journey, he can still see what's going on inside the cabin."
In the past, Roland would never have been able to detect his mentor's prying eyes, but after he gained the strength of a high-level swordsman, the sharpness of his perception was far different from before.

'Mr. Troll seems very friendly but when he gets mad, it's definitely not like that.'
'I have to make the cut tonight and leave.'
Roland didn't immediately pour the potion. Escaping tonight would require a lot of energy, so he ate his dinner carefully.

The sheep was huge, but Roland's appetite had increased significantly. He ate a lot of the mutton and also cut off half of the roasted whole sheep to use as dry food when he ran away that night.

After finishing all this, Roland returned to the house and examined the herb. "Teacher, didn't you actually switch this herb? It seems she doesn't believe mermaids can grow from grass. Haha. Indeed, how could mermaids grow from grass? However, it can be ripened by watering it with wine."

He took the herb outside and threw it away. After a while, he came back into the house with a new mermaid herb.

After everything was prepared, Roland picked up the wine glass, ready to pour it at any time.

Then, Roland closed his eyes and pondered for a moment. Then, without even reciting a spell, he opened his eyes and looked at the Holy Grail in his hand.

[You cast the 'Forbidden. Primary Transfiguration']

【You have consumed all your current magic points.】

Just as Catherine had said, Roland's understanding of spells was truly astonishing. He didn't recite any spells; simply a glance was all he needed to unleash the magic.

However, the appearance of the wine glass remained unchanged. Roland didn't hesitate for a moment and poured the wine directly onto the potion.

Exactly one second had passed as the last few drops of wine landed on the herbs.

After doing all this, Roland slumped in the chair, his face pale.

He thought to himself: "I must have failed. Otherwise the wine glass wouldn't have remained unchanged."

He hadn't hesitated just now because he had to believe in his success, so he resolutely completed the watering work according to the plan, without a single distracting thought in his mind. But now that the work was done, Roland's heart naturally began to fluster.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm his emotions.

"Don't overthink it. Man proposes, God disposes."

"I've tried my best. No matter what the result is, I will accept it calmly." Roland tried to comfort himself, although he was still a little uneasy.

"If I don't advance tonight, the worst that can happen is death. There's nothing to be afraid of."

This thought made Roland relax a little.

After his mind relaxed, Roland suddenly felt the side effects of his overdrawn magic power. He saw stars before his eyes and fell dizzy on the table. It took him a while to recover.

Roland thought to himself, "The side effects of overdrawing magic power are really too great."

In reality, a normal apprentice would likely be unconscious for two or three days after overdrawing their magic power, but Roland was exceptionally strong and had a very strong willpower, so he only fainted for a short while.

At this moment, the Manhattan grass before him still showed no signs of blooming or bearing fruit. Roland thought to himself, "Logically, it should bloom and bear fruit soon... Have I really failed?"

He rubbed his haggard face and decided to wait a little longer. To distract himself from his wandering thoughts, Roland opened a book on potions and began to study the mermaid fruit.

In the book, the record about the mermaid fruit is as follows:
Mermaid Fruit, a type of nut. Many people believe that these nuts resemble mermaids. But this is completely nonsense. A normal Mermaid Fruit looks like this: (A drawing that looks a bit like a melon seed)

From the picture, the mermaid fruit is indeed more like a nut than a mermaid. Looking down, there is a note:
Compared to the mermaid, the fruit looks more like a melon seed.

[Of course, if the unscrupulous merchants who sell the fruit carve it into the shape of a mermaid and make up stories like "real mermaid fruit can sing," the price will triple.]

Roland had studied the knowledge about the Mermaid Fruit many times before.

He knew, of course, that the fruit looked like a melon seed, not a mermaid.

Of course, I also know that the mermaid's fruit cannot sing like a mermaid.

So if
Just then, Roland heard a beautiful singing coming from the herb pot.

He suddenly looked up and found that the Manhattan grass was growing at a speed visible to the naked eye and blooming strange flowers.

The flowers bloomed and withered in an instant, and in an instant, singing mermaids appeared.

Roland's eyes widened. "How could a mermaid grow out of herbs?!"

A beautiful mermaid, the size of a thumb, slowly opened her eyes. She looked at Roland and said, "Fool. Foolish Roland! Roland is a big fool."

Looking at the lively mermaid growing out of the grass in front of him, Roland felt sick.

Outside the window, a sneaky figure was secretly watching the movements inside the window.

The figure was graceful, without any huge teeth in its mouth, and was as beautiful as an ancient elf.

But her delicate face was ruined by many cysts - she seemed to be sick.

In addition, she is extremely tall, more than three meters tall!

In her mouth, she was holding a huge, fat leg of lamb - the leg of lamb was not much smaller than a human leg, but this beautiful lady was holding it in her cherry-like mouth.

When she saw seven or eight mermaids growing out of the grass, the giant lady opened her mouth wide and the lamb leg in her mouth fell to the ground.

She couldn't understand why a mermaid could grow out of the grass.

After pondering for a moment, she made a decision - forget it, just continue eating!
Roland was obviously not hallucinating, because Miss Anna also saw the mermaid growing out of the herbs.

Miss Anna was very naive. She didn't care what grew out of the herbs. Instead, she left the window, crawled to the fire in the distance, and continued to eat her roasted whole lamb.

Crunch, crunch! The beautiful lady chewed the sheep bones into pieces like biscuits.

Roland's cooking skills were a bit better than Catherine's. Anna loved it. But since Roland had cut off half the lamb, there was very little meat left for Anna.

After finishing her meal, Anna would probably climb up a huge silver fir tree near the cabin to continue sleeping, but she would definitely wake up hungry in the middle of the night.

In a state of hunger, Anna was irrational.

(End of this chapter)