I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha

He had heard that foreign women liked to be direct, but he didn't expect these Southerners to be even more direct than the Easterners!

In fact, Easterners and Southerners were alike. They were both very direct and open.

But the key was that his female senior was very conservative and couldn't let go. And the person Roland had the most contact with was his female senior.

In reality, women like Kayla, who were very open, were typical Easterners—if they wanted to sleep with you, they would directly tell you 'I get off work at this time.' Hinting for you to ask her out.

Compared to the East, Southerners put on a good show—the doctrines were very strict.

But this deep repression would cause an even greater rebound.

He kept saying that the witches of the East were all whores.

But the various taboos and incestuous affairs within the Church shocked the Easterners!

Miss 'Isabella' had drunk some wine at noon. At this moment, her face was flushed, and while smiling and whispering sweet nothings to Roland, she rubbed her butt against his leg.

Completely acting like a couple in love.

Finding Roland's reaction a bit stiff, Miss 'Isabella' frowned and said, "I haven't seen you in over twenty years, don't you miss me?"

Roland gently pushed her away and said, "Don't do this, Isabella."

Miss 'Isabella's' face darkened. She immediately got off Roland's lap, and then, with a dark face, walked away without a word.

Reaching the door, she turned her head and said, "I don't care what you're thinking, she already knows you're back. Before dark, you'd better return to the office."

Roland breathed a sigh of relief. He found Miss 'Isabella's' emotions a bit strange. He had only said 'Don't do this,' and she had stormed off.

It seemed she was the type of person with unstable emotions.

Anyway, thank goodness. He could run now.

But who was this 'she'? Why did Isabella keep mentioning this 'she'?

Also, didn't Lawrence die in recent years?

He died twenty years before I met Saladine?

Secretly shaking his head, these things were no longer his concern.

Time waits for no one. Roland immediately sensed Diana's location and went to find her.

Diana was humming a song and knitting a sweater in a six-person cabin.

There were also several attendants chatting with her.

The cabin wasn't full; including Diana, there were five people.

After Roland knocked on the door, he called her out.

It was almost 1 PM, and the attendants knew that Roland and Diana should be preparing to disembark, so everyone bid Diana a reluctant farewell.

Afterward, Roland took Diana to a deserted corner of the staircase, put her into the Serpent Ring, and then opened the window to look outside.

The horizon could already be seen in the distance outside the ship.

Roland thought to himself, 'Is that the legendary Saint Virmic City?'

According to history books, its scale was as large as King's Landing in Game of Thrones centuries ago. There was also a magnificent castle on the coast.

Today, this coastal city has expanded many times over, but the castle remains.

However, the castle has been rebuilt and renamed—'St. Great Virmic Abbey'.

Looking at the entire South, this abbey could be considered 'huge and magnificent'.

It has a very important position and responsibility—treating Demon Disease.

According to rumors, some angels and holy sons, when descending, would be contaminated by a strange mystery, turning into twisted and terrifying things.

Great Virmic could specialize in treating this disease.

Roland currently had a contamination problem, which caused his probability of advancement to be negative, and he might become a Demon God in the future.

He believed that Great Virmic would have what he wanted. Therefore, when choosing a route on the Stormwind, he chose this route.

This was a city he wanted to go to anyway. The Victoria was also going to this city, so Roland came along for a ride.

'Isabella and the others should also be visiting this abbey. Hopefully, they won't stay too long.'

Roland took out a small strand of hair. This was cut from the head of one of the attendants when he was standing at the door watching everyone say goodbye to Diana.

Unbeknownst to anyone, no one noticed.

He put the hair into the wine pot, took a sip, and then Roland concealed his figure and returned to the cabin where the attendants had been.

The four ladies in the room were changing clothes and packing their luggage.

The Victoria would be docked at the port for two days, which was a rare vacation. No one would want to stay on the ship.

Except for the crew members who had to be on duty, almost everyone would disembark.

Soon, the girls had finished packing. They dressed very beautifully, their clothes even more beautiful than some of the noble ladies and passengers on the ship.

Unlike the East, it was very popular in the South to hire maids.

Some families with very tight finances would even hire a maid.

Contrary to Roland's perception, most women did not like the maid industry.

Because even working as a maid in a wealthy family, the annual salary might not exceed 40 pounds, and they would also face the situation of 'over 800 square meters of house, all relying on me to clean'.

In comparison, going to a textile factory, although more tiring, could earn an annual salary of 40-80 pounds.

Society often criticized maids. The first was that fewer and fewer people were willing to be maids. The government even promulgated a law requiring some women to have worked as maids—this law was very odd.

The second was that many maids dressed more beautifully than their mistresses, even wearing expensive clothes to clean the room, making it difficult to distinguish who was the mistress and who was the maid.

The salary on the Victoria was very high. The female employees working on this ship were equivalent to top-notch flight attendants.

Their clothes were more fashionable than some of the female passengers, but relatively speaking, they were also a bit cumbersome.

One of the ladies seemed to suddenly not know how to dress herself, and her friends helplessly helped her.

After a small interlude, the 4 girls followed the flow of passengers and disembarked.

The port was crowded with people, and some people were even holding banners.

Rumor had it that this city had a population of over one million.

Many Eastern wizards had always thought this was an exaggeration, but now, it seemed that this was not an exaggeration, but a realistic description.

It could be seen that there were also some government officials at the port. They had specially chosen a good place and cleared an area around it.

Some monks were disembarking from that location.

Unlike when they were on the ship, the ascetics and knights dressed very decently when disembarking, wearing tailcoats, top hats, small suitcases, and civilized canes—compared to Saint Virmic City, the monks' outfits were actually a bit outdated.

Especially since they all had big beards.

Among them, the ladies walking in front were wearing naval tricorn hats—they looked even more retro, like ancient people. But many navies still wear such hats, and their styles are very beautiful, and when matched with the clothes on their bodies, they have a different kind of beauty.

These two ladies were very tall, over 1.8 meters. Another was also very tall, wearing leather boots and also being 1.8 meters tall. Taller than some knights.

There were also many people around them bringing their families, and everyone didn't pay too much attention to this group of dignitaries.

In comparison, the social classes in the South, on the surface, were not as obvious as in the East.

The Church has been promoting 'equality of believers'—at least in appearance, all believers are equal.

As for those who are not believers...aren't they black wizards?

Black wizards are not considered human, evil demons born from the fornication of devils and animals!

There were too many people over there, and Roland couldn't see clearly. He glanced at it twice, then followed the three ladies through the crowd and into the city.

When crossing the crowd, Roland disappeared.

And the three ladies also found that one of their companions seemed to have suddenly changed clothes. Her face looked very dazed, as if she had amnesia.

Her companions were very concerned about her situation and planned to take her to the 'St. Great Virmic Mental Hospital' in this city later to see a doctor.

It turned out that Roland, after returning to the attendants' cabin earlier, had secretly knocked out one of the ladies, and then put her and a set of her clothes into the Serpent Ring.

Then he used her appearance to sneak off the ship.

When crossing the crowd, the nuns in the Serpent Ring helped the lady change her clothes and hypnotized her, and then Roland released the lady, and then he plunged into the crowd and disappeared.

The whole process was like a magician performing a trick, operating under everyone's noses, but no one noticed the problem.

And like magicians, Roland also had props and assistants.

These ladies had helped a lot, so Roland left five 20-pound banknotes in the lady's pocket as thanks.

They would have a very pleasant vacation.

Saint Virmic City, a certain street near the port.

Roland walked here after passing through the crowd, and there were still many people around.

Wide avenues, rushing crowds, street loafers smoking near the debris on both sides of the street.

Those guys who smoked and looked up and down at passersby should be members of some gang.

They wore newsboy caps, and their clothing was simpler, generally linen shirts, vests, coats, and long pants—some people also carried a lot of newspapers in their hands.

Such clothing was not expensive, and the clothing was very strong and durable, but it looked very trendy—especially the striped plaid long pants, which looked too fashionable.

It was heard that many things first became popular from gangs.

Walking under the retro-style gas street lamps, Roland took off his felt hat and looked up at the three- or four-story 'high-rise buildings' and the five- or six-story 'super-large' apartments. He felt like he was walking in New York during the 1830s gangster era.

Roland was so busy looking at the street scene that he bumped into several people while passing through a small alley.

The person Roland bumped into was actually tall and burly, looking a circle thicker than him. Judging from his attire, he seemed to be a thug who was a front for the gang.

As a result, when that person bumped into Roland, he felt like he had hit a mountain, staggering backward.

A quick-handed person next to him pulled him, and as a result, the two of them fell to the ground in a mess—the first big guy sat down hard on his butt, and the second strong man fell face-first.

The remaining person was dumbfounded.

His two brothers could fight ten people alone during gang fights. But in front of that person, they were like chickens.

Looking at the young man with barely any hair under his nose in front of him, the man's mouth twitched, and he changed his original plan.

The bags in the two people's hands rustled and scattered all over the ground. Roland hurriedly apologized, pulled the two people up, and helped them pick up the things.

Roland was too embarrassed to look too closely, helped them put the things into the kraft paper bag, and wanted to hand it to them. But when he looked up, he found that the three people had already walked away.

Seeing Roland looking over, the three people turned around and ran.

Roland frowned, looked through the things in the kraft paper bag, and found that it was a pile of files from the church, as well as some small decorations and photos from the desk.

The person in the files was called 'Lawrence'.

The photo was a group photo of him with a beautiful lady and a little girl.

Looking at the man in the magic photo, Roland's pupils suddenly shrank—that was Roland himself!

Flipping through it again, Roland found a magic photo, and Roland's eyes went dark—this was a group photo of a large family in the large living room of a manor.

Roland and Miss Isabella were holding the child, standing behind the sofa, and the person sitting on the sofa was the big-bearded 'Saladin'!

Seeming to feel the gaze, the father-in-law in the magic photo smiled and stroked his beard, reaching out his finger to greet Roland.

Roland's face became extremely ugly.

At this time, a burst of panicked footsteps came from not far away—it was the three people from just now.

They had just run to the street corner and disappeared, but they ran back again.

Seeing Roland, the three people were like seeing a ghost—they had clearly turned a corner in the alley, but they had returned.

The three people hurriedly ran back again, but they ran back again.

Looking closely, there were some rats scurrying around in the alley.

This small alley seemed to have become a Möbius strip. The three people and the rats were like ants, no matter how they ran, they could only go around and around in this twisted alley.

—Three-Headed Serpent Magic. Poseidon's Maze lv7

Back then, among all the Three-Headed Serpent wizards and Nagas on the Storm, not a single person could cultivate Poseidon's Maze to this level.

In fact, it was impossible for anyone to cultivate this magic to this level.

Because in the concept of the Three-Headed Serpents, it was 'divine magic'.

Roland analyzed this divine magic and turned it into this magic. It no longer needed prayer or singing to be used—a few spells plus some magic could do it.

It could be used alone, or it could be guided by a group like the Three-Headed Serpents did back then.

But unlike the Three-Headed Serpents, the wizards needed magic circles.

The Three-Headed Serpents only needed faith, because faith could connect the will and power of all of them together.

And the wizards could also do this, but in a more scientific way—using magic circles.

Many things in the church require sufficient devout faith, and there must be a god above.

But the things of the wizards are the things of mortals. As long as there is a technology tree, even an idiot can use magic circles to cast magic.

—"Black wizard, black wizard! !"

The three gang members obviously realized the problem at this time. They saw Roland approaching slowly with a gloomy face, and they were scared shitless.

Hearing that these people were slandering him as a black wizard, a flash of killing intent flashed in Roland's eyes.

Ignorant things, this is proper magic! Not black magic!

Of course, this kind of thing cannot be explained clearly to Southerners.

Roland asked, "Who gave you these things?"

These gang members were very perceptive. As soon as they heard Roland's standard Malta Rhode aristocratic accent, they knew that he was a Malta Rhode master.

The three were stunned and even more frightened. They said, "Sir, this thing should be given to you by the academician of your monastery."

Roland frowned and said, "My monastery?"

One person said in surprise, "Sir, aren't you a monk from the 'Grell Holy Hymn Monastery'?"

Roland frowned again, and then he remembered a few magic books.

It turned out to be the 'Grell Holy Hymn Monastery'. This is a famous wizard council in the South.

Of course, they are called monasteries and worship gods, and believe that all magic originates from the gods.

In the Holy See, this 'Grell Holy Hymn Monastery' can be said to be a red and upright sect. Because the founder was Pope Grell VI of the 'United Church of the Gods of Light and Shadow'.

At that time, the civilization of the South was very similar to ancient Rome, and a certain city in the 'Saint. Malta Rhode' Kingdom was the holy city of the Holy See.

Therefore, this Pope Grell was also a Malta Rhode nobleman—maybe he even had some relatives with the Aleya family!

Nowadays, there are many monks in the Holy See who are members of the Grell Holy Hymn Monastery.

After the Grell Holy Hymn Monastery was founded, many similar monasteries appeared, and even magicians' monasteries.

This has given the South a lot of magic technology, and also has 'teleportation portals'—many of White Chess's magic are inherited from the South.

In space, teleportation, etc., the South is very powerful due to the help of God.

Roland asked, "What does that person look like?"

The three looked at each other, revealing a look of horror.

One said, "We don't know, that person has no face."

Roland's face suddenly became very ugly.

Roland made a bold guess—Isabella probably didn't dare to confirm whether it was him after seeing himself in the morning.

So, she contacted Saladin and told Saladin about 'Lawrence'.

After Isabella quarreled with 'Isabella' in the afternoon, Isabella felt that she was probably going to leave again. So she told Saladin about it again.

Isabella is not a local, she has no resources here.

But in this kind of coastal city, the Hydra Group is very powerful!

For them, it is too easy to find someone.

Saladin is now in a high position in Hydra, he asked his friend, the branch manager in charge of this city, to do something, and just gave a casual greeting.

As for that faceless man. It may not be Saladin himself. But he must have ordered it.

Roland looked at the time, it was only a little after three o'clock now!

In just a few hours, Hydra found him!

If there are Hydra's eyes and ears everywhere in this city. Then what the hell is he doing here!

Roland couldn't help but cursed, "Saladin, that old bastard, is haunting me!"

Suddenly, Roland heard a gloomy chuckle coming from his arms.

"My good son-in-law, I'm very happy that you can remember your old man, but your tone, your old man is very unhappy."

The corner of Roland's mouth twitched fiercely, and he looked at the 'family photo' in his arms.

"My good son-in-law, are you still planning to take a wife?"

Roland reached out and wanted to destroy the magic photo, but he heard Saladin say a word.

After Roland heard it, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his whole person was not well.