I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha

In the past two weeks, to facilitate his ghost servants in observing when the Fisherman would return to Straw Town, Roland had long since dispelled the ghost mist.

Although the servants hadn't seen Little Roland enter or exit, Roland felt the Fisherman was in the church when he entered.

He was even certain that the Fisherman had just been burning incense before the Heraca statue, and on the altar now sat a half-worn large incense burner and three soul incense sticks.

Three high-quality soul incense sticks made from Soul Tears, Darkwater Root, and other ingredients.

They had just been inserted, but where was the person?

Why hadn't he seen him?

How had he slipped away right under his nose?

Roland had a faint suspicion, a suspicion that made him break out in a cold sweat.

This matter probably needed to be discussed with the witnesses.

After thinking for a moment, he went to the mirror, preparing to retrieve his name first, lest the Fisherman cause trouble outside using his name.

He shouted loudly, 'What is your name?!' and then heard the answer from his reflection. Subsequently, he repeatedly chanted 'Roland. Aleia' in his mind and retrieved his full name.

Having reclaimed his name, he looked at the empty hall and asked, "Everyone, stop hiding. I have something to ask."

Roland wasn't going crazy, because there were indeed people in the hall.

As soon as he spoke, three figures appeared on each side of the hall, a total of six people.

They were actually two formal wizards and four apprentices.

Judging from their attire, they seemed to be from the Twilight Council. But definitely not Twilight Wizards, because their mental state was normal, so they should be wizards from other schools within the Twilight Council.

These six people seemed to have been lurking here for a long time. They surrounded Roland, but didn't rush to attack.

This was Heraca's church, and a church blessed by Heraca.

It was of great research value, and the group didn't want to damage the statue. They wanted to act outside.

The leader, a formal wizard, was bald, without a single hair on his body, and covered in sores.

He said with a fake smile, "What a coincidence, we also have something to ask you. We heard that several people have gone missing here. Have you seen them?"

Roland thought for a moment and said, "In recent years, some people have indeed been wandering around here. A dozen or so have indeed died, and some of them may be yours. However, I didn't kill any of them."

The group looked at Roland and nodded deeply, seemingly not believing him at all.

Roland asked, "However, I do know who killed those people."

The leading wizard raised an eyebrow and asked, "Oh? I'm all ears."

Roland said, "It was that young man who just came in, he looks exactly like me, but he's holding a small fishing rod."

The group looked at the magic wand in Roland's hand, their expressions somewhat strange.

Roland turned and pointed to the statue of the goddess Heraca, saying, "He should have come in about ten minutes ago, and after coming in, he burned three incense sticks on it, and may have recited Heraca's poems."

The group's gazes towards Roland became even more peculiar.

Another formal wizard said, "This Black Abyss madman. Don't talk to him."

The leader waved his hand, stopping his companion.

This Black Abyss wizard was clearly quite ill.

Both the Black Abyss and Twilight schools have a saying: powerful wizards aren't necessarily very ill, but those who are particularly ill are definitely very troublesome.

If he could avoid fighting, he didn't want to. But if this person didn't know what was good for him... losing a few apprentices in exchange for some oddities wouldn't be a loss.

The bald head smiled and said to Roland, "Scholar, we didn't come for those few people, so we don't want your life."

He coldly looked at Roland's clothes, sword, and magic wand, and added, "Nor do we want your wealth."

As he spoke, the bald wizard looked at the statue in the hall, and the incense sticks, revealing a rather interested expression.

"We can leave that mirror to you as well, but we're a bit interested in this statue. Oh, and those... What are those three long little torches? Are they incense? You should have the recipe, right?"

Wizards also often burn incense, and incense is also burned in secular religious rituals. But they evenly sprinkle the spices in the incense burner, not stick them in.

The bald wizard was somewhat knowledgeable, and after smelling the scent, guessed that those things were incense.

Another wizard said to Roland with a fake smile, "How about making a friend? Lend us the statue and the recipe, and we'll let you go."

Roland nodded. He had seen Black Abyss seniors rob people before, and it was basically the same routine.

First, they would smile and ask to borrow something. If you didn't understand, they would take out their weapons and directly kill you, taking everything.

However, he wasn't in the mood to deal with them right now. He was very anxious.

He said, "Making a friend is fine... I have the recipe. I personally designed and made this church and statue. So I also have the blueprints for the church and statue. As long as you answer one question, I'll give them to you."

The bald wizard raised an eyebrow slightly, not expecting this newly promoted wizard to be so sensible.

He smiled and said, "Ask away. We guarantee to let you go."

Roland looked up at everyone: "Where did that fisherman go?"

Everyone's expression was very interesting, cursing inwardly.

The bald wizard said meaningfully, "Kid, we didn't see any fisherman. Only you came in ten minutes ago."

Roland sighed, "I can't let the Fisherman leave. I need to know where he is, but you won't tell me the truth... I have to search your souls!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he spat out a golden lightning bolt.

Everyone cursed inwardly.

There was no way to talk to this madman!

However, these guys hadn't really thought about reaching an agreement. What they had just said was indeed because they didn't want to fight in the church, because they were afraid that this kid would damage the statue before he died.

So they wanted to trick Roland out to kill him.

After all, there were so many of them, and the wizard opposite them was so young, definitely a genius from a greenhouse who had just advanced a few years ago. There was no reason not to take the treasures on him.

So they had been preparing to attack all along.

The moment the magic power on Roland fluctuated, the bald wizard took out a small silver plate and shone it, and the lightning strangely shot back at Roland.

At the same time, the other formal wizard and apprentices also attacked, and for a time, many spells and oddities flew towards Roland.

Instantly, Roland was hit by a barrage of heavy blows.

But when the lightning and many spells and oddities hit Roland, everyone revealed an incredibly strange expression—that wasn't a person at all, it was a scarecrow!

"Damn it! That wizard has merged with that evil being. He is the evil being suppressed by the mirror!"

After the scarecrow was shattered, broken straw flew everywhere. And inside the scarecrow's body, a floating scabbard was left behind.

The lightning that shattered the scarecrow landed on the scabbard, and then it crackled and stretched towards the apprentices, starting to dart around the hall.

At the same time, a pile of golden light and shadows flew out of the scabbard, flying towards the group of wizards.

The lightning and golden light were both extraordinary. The lightning was extremely powerful, and each time it hit a target, it would release a dozen high-voltage arcs.

And those golden lights seemed to be phantoms of sword masters. Their figures were very strange, their swordsmanship was very tricky, and the light swords in their hands could fly!

The four apprentices blocked twice, and then they all died.

The two formal wizards' expressions changed slightly. They didn't expect that kid's trump card magic to be so terrifying. They hurriedly attacked to block the rushing phantoms and electric light.

But before they could catch their breath, another five or six oddities and a group of strange Tier 3 and 4 'banshees' flew over.

The two were shocked. The group of banshees alone was troublesome enough. And looking at these banshees, they all knew magic, and they were immediately frightened.

They didn't dare to hide their abilities anymore. One person turned into a mass of shadows, dealing with the banshees, and the other person's eyes turned into mouths, and three arms stretched out from his back, dealing with the oddities.

In the struggle, the two scanned with their divine sense and quickly locked onto the Black Abyss wizard. They discovered that the guy was grabbing the corpses of several apprentices to 'hook souls'!

He used the magic wand, like a fishing rod, and hooked at the corpses of many apprentices. Four terrified souls struggled and flew out. Then he opened his mouth and swallowed them, and he swallowed those souls raw into his stomach.

A living Yama!

This trick of hooking and swallowing souls was exactly the trick used by the Twilight Wizard in the swamp back then.

At that time, he devoured evil spirits and corpses, and guessed and looked for the hidden location of the swamp banshee based on the memories of the dead.

After Roland learned it, he didn't specifically practice it, but Corpse Wizard Roland used these tricks very skillfully.

So, he used it at this time, and it came easily.

Normally speaking, forcibly swallowing souls has great side effects. The memories absorbed can easily cause one's mind to split.

The three-bodied Twilight Wizard was originally a 'multi-headed monster', so the side effects were small for him. So he dared to use it.

And Roland, after swallowing the souls, had no side effects at all!

Waving his sleeves to swat away the magic spells shot by the two wizards with the 'Amber. Moss Robe', Roland muttered incantations, urging the oddities to speed up the attack, while tilting his head left and right to search for the memories of the four apprentices.

After a moment, Roland suddenly opened his eyes, his face already covered in sweat.

He nodded deeply and looked at the five-armed, three-mouthed wizard, saying, "You have some tricks. When did you modify their memories?"

The wizard's eyes went black as he listened.

This lunatic!

He was no longer as arrogant as before, his entire body's magic power was rioting, and he was struggling to support the four or five strange objects, speaking to Roland reasonably.

"How can I spare the effort to modify their memories! You came in alone! We really didn't see the fisherman... but I have a secret method, I can definitely help you catch him... Don't! Don't!!!"

In his words, the four or five strange objects were suddenly activated by Roland: "You still dare to lie to me!"

In the storm-like attacks, the five-armed, three-mouthed wizard quickly revealed a flaw, and then was strangled into pieces.

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The five-armed, three-mouthed wizard never imagined until his death which sentence had suddenly angered him.

Roland looked at the 'shadow' being chased around by eight 'banshees' and a group of holy fire servants, reached out and pointed at him, and the four or five strange objects flew towards him.

The shadow wizard cried incessantly, knowing that the man would never let him go, so he cursed loudly: "You madman! You can't be cured in this lifetime!"

Roland ignored him, flew to the side of the five-armed, three-mouthed wizard, opened his mouth and sucked, and then the wizard's soul flew into his stomach while begging for mercy.

After swallowing this soul, Roland tilted his head and began to search for his memories.

The shadow wizard saw this scene and laughed wildly: "I know what that fishing rod is! Look at your magic wand, doesn't it look like a fishing rod!"

Roland was struck by lightning.

"Then what kind of fish am I fishing for?!"

The shadow wizard cursed: "Who knows what kind of fish you're fishing for with your magic wand? There's no one here, maybe you're fishing for yourself!"

Roland's body swayed suddenly, and his eyes went black as he almost fainted.

Yes, I am the fisherman.

The only Roland who can leave the town.

The incense burner was placed after I came in.

The incense was also lit after I came in.

I even recited the Book of Odes in front of the statue.

Yes, since throwing my name into the mirror, and merging the other half of myself with that scarecrow, I manipulated the scarecrow, repaired the church, and rebuilt the statue!

After that, in order to accumulate virtue, I would often recite the Book of Odes under the statue.

No wonder I was sure that the fisherman would come today.

Today is the first day of the lunar month!

On the first and fifteenth days of the lunar month, I will definitely burn incense!

Yes, I am the fisherman.

This town is my fish pond.

I come here to fish every day.

My fishing rod is the magic wand!

The fish I catch is myself!

Roland's mind was greatly shaken, and the holy fire servants and the four or five strange objects lost control and stopped.

The shadow wizard seized the opportunity, escaped from the siege, rushed out of the gate, and headed straight for the sky.

Roland glanced at the shadow that was going away, formed a few hand seals, chanted a spell, and then stopped paying attention.

He collected the spoils of war.

Roland is very good at one thing, he focuses on being crazy when he's crazy, and immediately returns to normal after he's done being crazy.

From a certain point of view, this guy has never really been crazy, he just saw the truth.

He interpreted the absurdity and madness hidden beneath the surface, but after interpreting it, he would put them down and not take them to heart.

After taking away the five storage bags, Roland burned the corpses on the ground. Then he took out the Heraka Poetry and delivered a requiem to himself.

As he continuously recited the Underworld River Poetry, Roland felt his body lighten slightly. It seemed that the five souls went to the Underworld River through him as a medium.

At this time, the seven good spirits had already flown back. They couldn't catch up with the shadow, and after chasing and killing for a while, they were thrown off. So they came back.

After coming back, the seven good spirits glanced at their master with strange eyes, and then knelt in front of the statue and began to pray.

Roland leaned over and looked at the statue of Goddess Heraka.

"Is there anything special about this statue?"

After checking it, Roland secretly sighed in his heart: "Goddess Heraka's legs are long and white, and she has several pairs of them."

Soon, Roland's eyes moved slightly, and he found several runes hidden inside the statue.

His face immediately became very ugly.

Judging from these runes... I left them myself.

He chanted a spell, and then the statue gradually became smaller, slowly becoming only the size of two palms.

Then, Roland rummaged through his dimensional bag and found the altar!

"This statue was also brought by me."

"Or rather, I took this statue back to the tower before."

"The statue enshrined in my room is this statue!"

After thinking about it, Roland took out a few crystal balls as if possessed.

These crystal balls were obtained when he manipulated the clone to kill the various 'perverted Little Rolands' before.

He checked them one by one, ignoring the few perverted and disgusting prank videos. Soon he found a video with Straw Town as the background.

After watching for a while, Roland's face turned pale.

In the video, there was never a Little Roland. From beginning to end, there was only Roland alone.

All kinds of strange things were done by Roland alone.

Roland covered his face and sat on the steps. He comforted himself: "Straw Town seals obsessions. Before cutting off these obsessions, doing some things like an obsessive-compulsive disorder patient is normal.

Straw Town also seals desires. Before cutting off these desires, it's normal for me to do some strange things in front of the camera.

We can't say that this person is perverted because of this, or that this person is mentally ill.

Okay! Even if he was, it was in the past! He's better now!

We can't discriminate against a recovered patient!"

The seven nun ladies turned their heads and looked at the boss with strange eyes.

It seemed that in their eyes, all those bizarre and crazy things were done by Roland alone.

Roland fell into despair.

He thought to himself: 'Those thousand Rolands are indeed a thousand straws with my name. But they are indeed me.'

'Or rather, before I cut them off and took back my name, they were me from another timeline, and had different causes and effects from me.'

'But after I cut them off and took back my name, everything was different...'

'Little Roland is my identity and name, they did a lot of things.'

'Our cause and effect is the cause and effect of the same person.'

'So, they are me, and I am them.'

'Therefore, I am now a mentally ill patient who has recovered his health after going crazy.'

'And Straw Town is the big mental hospital where I once imprisoned myself.'"

No wonder so many skills can grow to the master level. These thousand people go crazy several times a day, and gather together in the church every week to go crazy together.

Eh, no, not a thousand people. From beginning to end, it was Roland alone.