I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha

A group of people followed the Countess into the gallery, heading towards the end.

Many ladies subtly surrounded the gentlemen, and the Duchess even reached out and put her arm around Roland's shoulder, causing the gentlemen to look at Roland several times with an envious expression that said, 'You've hooked up with another beautiful woman so quickly, you lucky dog.'

Roland secretly lamented, he had just tried to contact his doppelganger when the Duchess grabbed him and gave him a meaningful warning.

The Duchess probably didn't know Roland's methods, but her vigilance was very high. If Roland's magic or mental power was slightly abnormal, she would smile and lean closer.

Now she was even sticking to Roland's body.

No wonder the Duchess was watching Roland so closely. As long as Roland concentrated and secretly adjusted the magic radiation with 'Sharta Mysticism,' the whole person would give the impression of 'just being there, but also seeming not to exist.'

Therefore, the Duchess had a feeling of 'not being sure if he's here unless she touches him.'

This Duchess was a quasi-second-tier powerhouse, and the pressure she brought to Roland was no less than Anna's.

The Duchess gently whispered in Roland's ear, "Boy, I'm not as protective of you as the Countess. If you play any tricks, I'll tear out your heart."

Roland sighed and thought to himself, 'I'm afraid I can only escape in this way.'

Under the surveillance of everyone, Roland's obvious concealment would definitely be exposed immediately. Moreover, he still had the Countess's mark on him.

But if someone inflicted a fatal blow on him, he might be able to do something in the instant of switching places with his doppelganger.

At this time, the group had been walking in the gallery for almost a minute. A short distance ahead was an ordinary staircase leading to the church door.

The Countess had returned after two minutes earlier. Roland estimated that the Countess had encountered something with the gentlemen she had previously taken at the location of a one-minute journey.

Seeing that the journey was almost over, Roland made an excuse to admire the tapestries here.

Everyone had come in the name of sightseeing, and the Countess was not in a hurry for these few minutes. Instead, she wanted to hear Roland's evaluation of the Heraca artwork.

Therefore, the team stopped in the gallery.

The huge tapestry in front of him was exactly what the Countess had created based on Roland's paintings in the Heraca Church.

The Countess was very interested in this carpet and asked Roland many questions.

While Roland discussed his understanding of Heraca theology with the Countess, he observed the surrounding environment.

The large gallery was empty. The people who had poured blood before had all left, probably to the church.

The blood had already flowed into the grooves on the ground, and the grooves seemed to have been covered by the carpet again.

Therefore, the entire gallery looked very normal, without a trace of blood.

But why wasn't there even a trace of blood?

The tapestry seemed to have been scrubbed, very clean. There wasn't a speck of dust.

Roland could understand this, after all, the blood had flowed into the grooves on the floor under the drive of the magic array.

So the tapestry seemed to have been cleaned.

But the carpet under his feet was also strangely clean.

This meant that the blood had passed through the carpet from the grooves in the floor under another, more powerful suction, washing the carpet as well.

"Lord Roland, your understanding of Heraca theology is indeed very different from the mainstream view."

The Countess shook her head and said, "What you said is very different from the content in the ancient books."

"The source of Heraca Mysticism comes from the West. Your views are completely different from the Western wizards!"

"If I weren't very sure that what you described was the Goddess Heraca, I would have suspected that you had mistaken the god!"

The three Holy Maidens secretly shook their heads. They strongly suspected that the Goddess Heraca described by Roland was a deep abyss god disguised as the Styx God.

There had been cases of such things.

A god devoured another god, took his scepter, and sat on his throne. After that, the original god no longer existed, and even the god's name in the ancient scriptures became the name of that evil god!

What Baron Blood was about to do was this.

Once he succeeded, the Goddess Heraca would no longer exist. Or rather, she had never appeared. Her past, present, and future would all become Baron Blood!

Therefore, from some of Roland's works and theological views, the Holy Maidens had a bold guess—could it be that a deep abyss god had taken the lead?

At this time, Fatty Duncan suddenly said with a smile.

"Your Excellency Countess Wendy, I don't think you need to be too entangled in this matter. Gods are often two sides of the same coin, and what mortals glimpse of gods is often only the tip of the iceberg. From a different perspective, what you see is completely different."

After a pause, he added, "Moreover, in the age of the ancient gods, the world experienced a catastrophe, and the divine power of many gods had some problems. It was precisely because of this that we wizards had the opportunity to drive the gods out of this place."

"According to my research, the trauma that the catastrophe brought to the Goddess Heraca has always existed. She may have replenished her divine fire in recent years."

"—We have been studying the Heraca of the past, and Roland may be studying the Heraca of the present, so there will naturally be some differences."

Fatty smiled and finally said, "Perhaps, we should all abandon the past research and focus on Lord Roland's new discoveries."

Fatty was almost blatantly trying to set Roland up.

Previously, Fatty Duncan had always firmly protected Roland, but now the situation was different. There were only 4 people left. If those two people suddenly disappeared again, then Roland and Fatty would have to go up.

Who goes up first, that's the question.

After all, if the first person to go up directly summoned Heraca, then there would be no need for the remaining people to be sacrificed.

Perhaps the last person would be silenced, but there would also be a chance to talk to the cultists and join the church.

Therefore, Fatty obviously didn't want to go up first, he wanted to struggle a bit. So he said the above—it's still should be based on Roland, let's sacrifice him first!

Sure enough, after the Countess and the Holy Maidens listened, they all looked at Roland with shining eyes.

Roland smiled and said, "I very much agree with the Earl of Duncan's remarks. As I said before, if the statues of the gods carved by your three factions are not useful, I will unreservedly assist the Countess."

Fatty's face suddenly became very ugly.

He suddenly realized that it was meaningless for him to struggle.

Because, the most that could happen by sacrificing anyone else was that they couldn't summon her. But if Roland was sacrificed, the situation might not be certain.

Therefore, the best strategy was to sacrifice everyone else first.

If others summoned the Goddess Heraca, it would mean that the Heraca in Roland's mouth was another god! Roland must not be sacrificed again.

But conversely, if everyone failed to summon the Goddess Heraca, it would naturally mean that 'old theology' was no longer working, and Roland's 'new theology' had to be used.

Therefore, only after everyone else was sacrificed could everyone feel at ease to sacrifice Roland.

Therefore, no matter how Fatty and the others struggled, Roland would definitely be ranked last.

Fatty had just said a lot, but Roland's words clarified the matter.

Many ladies shook their heads, deciding to stick to the original plan. After all, this was safer.

The Countess said, "Lord Roland, do you want to take another look?"

Roland shook his head with a strange expression.

Judging from the time, those two gentlemen should have suddenly disappeared near here, but he didn't see any problems nearby.

Those two gentlemen weren't Bloodthirsty Wizards, there was no reason for them to suddenly turn into leeches and cause everyone to lose their memory, right?

To be honest, if he could choose, Roland would love to study here for a day!

After all, going forward, there was no telling who in the team would disappear again!

It might be himself who disappeared.

But he had no reason to delay any longer. In order to avoid the Countess misunderstanding that he wanted to play tricks and escape, and tying him up, Roland could only say to continue forward.

The team continued forward. When passing through the most problematic section, Roland concentrated, but nothing happened.

The team walked smoothly to the steps.

From the gallery to here, it was a total of one and a half minutes, and no one was lost.

Roland also specifically counted the number of people: Gentleman A, Gentleman B, Fatty, himself.

That's right, there were definitely 4 people this time!

He hadn't lost his memory!

It seemed that everything just now was a false alarm.

Looking back at the mysterious gallery behind him, Roland's expression was a little strange: 'Speaking of which, the gallery I saw at the beginning was full of blood. But now it's so clean and tidy that there's not even a trace of blood.'

Could it be that I have a problem?'

Roland couldn't help but give Fatty a strange look—Sir, you told me before that there seemed to be blood stains in the gallery. Are you sure you didn't see it wrong before?

Fatty Duncan showed an extremely surprised look—What are you talking about? What blood? This gallery is clean, are you sick? Let's go in, we can carve, your school is not suitable, we don't need you.

After this divine thought was transmitted, Roland was stunned in place.

He looked at the gallery behind him, at the clean, new steps in front of him, and at the church door. Slowly, he grabbed his hair, unconsciously taking two steps back.

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Could it be that everything before was just a figment of my imagination?

And the thoughts in everyone's hearts, the ideas in Fatty's mind... were they all just figments of my imagination?

Could it be that I'm really sick?

Yes, Aaliyah had mentioned it many times before, that I'm sick!

But I have always believed that I am absolutely rational and not crazy at all.

Hahaha...

The more Roland thought about it, the more he felt that he was the one with the problem. Because from Fatty's words just now, it seemed that he had no concept of sacrifice—they only came to do sculptures, didn't they?

Everything was a figment of my imagination.

I have paranoia, I have madness!

Taking a deep breath, Roland stepped onto the steps. But when he looked up, he was stunned in place.

The number of people in the team is wrong!

It seems like there are a few priests missing.

At this moment, the two gentlemen at the front saw that the Countess's skirt was lying on the steps, making it difficult to move. With great courtesy, they went over to help the Countess lift the long train of her skirt.

As a result, when the skirt was lifted, Roland was completely dumbfounded.

The beautiful and gorgeous long skirt was slowly lifted like a petal, revealing a bright red lining.

Upon closer inspection, it was not a skirt lining at all! It was countless wriggling leeches!

The moment the gentlemen picked up the skirt, a large leech attached itself to their bodies. Then, the leech stretched out like a tongue and pulled the two gentlemen into the long skirt.

Instantly, the Countess's huge, snail-like long skirt became a bit more bloated.

There was a faint struggle inside the long skirt for a moment, and then the size of the long skirt shrank back—the two gentlemen were drained of their blood and flesh.

Roland was standing behind the two gentlemen.

The thing inside the long skirt flashed by, but he saw everything clearly.

It was countless leeches kneaded together! They wriggled densely under the Countess's skirt like chrysanthemum petals.

The Countess had no legs at all!!

No, she's not human at all!!

Her wig is fake, her head is fake, her body is fake... everything is fake!

Only the skirt is real!

The skirt is her true form!

No wonder she loves beauty so much, but she never changes her skirt.

Because the skirt is her true form!

Or rather, His true form!

She is not a human, she is a god! She is the representative of the gods in the world, the incarnation of the Barren Blood Baron!

In this Barren Blood Castle, an ancient god has been hidden all along.

All along, Roland thought that the Earl was the one with the problem.

But now Roland understood that the Earl was just a small clone.

The real ancient god is the Countess!

Maria once said these words in the hot spring—the mistress asked me to come and accompany you.

The Earl has been sleeping! It was the Countess who asked Maria to draw blood!

One can imagine such a scene when Maria reported to the Countess—Maria brought several female officials to the prayer room to report on their work.

The other female officials were eaten, leaving only Maria.

But Maria forgot.

The Countess also forgot.

Halfway through the report, the Countess had another bout of amnesia and walked out of the prayer room. But Maria remembered the Countess's instructions—the Countess was thirsty and wanted to drink blood.

So, she cut her wrist alone in the prayer room.

When the Countess came back, she had long forgotten about it, but her skirt absorbed all the blood on the ground as she walked around in the prayer room!

The same is true for this gallery!

At this moment, Roland shouted wildly in his heart: 'The so-called sacrificial ritual is to sacrifice to the Countess!'

'The blood poured into the gallery is all the Countess's pre-dinner snack.'

'The reason why the tapestries on the walls and the carpets on the ground are so clean is not because of the magic array in the grooves—they can't produce such a large adsorption force!'

'But the Countess's long skirt can.'

She walks around in this gallery, and the blood in the gallery is clean.

Of course, the Countess doesn't know all this.

Because she has amnesia.

While Roland was stunned, the Countess felt her skirt being touched.

She glared back with some annoyance—naturally, she couldn't see the two gentlemen who had been eaten by her.

She didn't even know that she had eaten the gentlemen, because after the gentlemen were eaten, they turned into the skirt.

To explain this logic in Roland's words, it would be—they are the skirt, not the gentlemen, right?

Or rather, turning into leeches and turning into skirts are all being swallowed by the abyss!

Leeches and skirts are all the tentacles that the Barren Blood Baron secretly extends into the human world. Between the extension and contraction of these tentacles, people fall into the abyss again and again and are forgotten by the world, and then are fished back into the human world by the Barren Blood Baron and remembered by people.

Intermittent amnesia is because the leeches, not humans, are active in the human world during the Baron's tentacle extension and contraction process.

People will forget things related to the leech tentacles because the leech tentacles are retracted into the abyss—they may not even see them!

But people will remember the existence of these people because the Baron has fished them back from the abyss.

Therefore, once someone becomes a leech, people will forget that person's existence. Once the leech becomes a human, people will remember that person's existence again.

The only thing missing is the memory of when they turned into leeches, because the leeches returned to the abyss and were forgotten!

Therefore, Countess Wendy Saver doesn't remember the two gentlemen at all.

She doesn't remember that they just helped her lift her skirt.

Standing behind the two gentlemen was Roland.

After the Countess saw Roland behind her, she thought that Roland had secretly lifted her skirt just now.

Countess Wendy Saver has always had a strange affection for Roland. Her expression couldn't help but soften.

She glared at Roland with a slightly reproachful look and said, "Then I'll have to trouble Lord Roland to help me lift the skirt."

Roland was completely numb after hearing this.