I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha

Many of the ladies had fallen into a deep sleep, their sleeping postures quite ungraceful.

Roland sat alone in the center of everyone, holding Anna and Florence's arms in his hands, mentally flipping through the pages of a book, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

Roland thought to himself, 'Actually, the problem isn't about what the six of them think. But I can't say it.'

Putting down the book, Roland mused, 'A sacred hand has twisted the definition of my angelic appearance.'

Roland's expression became quite interesting.

To be honest, this kind of image is much better than his foolish angelic appearance. Although six people hugging together looks very strange, at least it's not like the foolish angelic appearance, which makes him a universally hated red name!

Therefore, Roland was very fortunate.

Because a certain big hand that doesn't like dirty things wiped his butt for him.

But now, even eating a meal is difficult in this form. It's really affecting his life too much.

Moreover, he has many secrets, and with someone constantly following him like this, he can't do anything.

Roland sighed and thought, 'The side effects of the angelic transformation are too great.'

'I'm afraid I won't be able to return to normal in a short time.'

'Unless I change wings.'

These six people can't keep following Roland like this forever. Everyone has their own things to do.

For example, Isabella is about to use Catherine's image for the hostage exchange.

He needs to find someone to replace Isabella, someone whose strength cannot be inferior to Isabella.

The higher her strength, the better. If her strength is sufficient and her SAN value is strong enough, she might even be able to replace several people!

In that case, perhaps plugging in two wings would be enough.

And in this situation, if he has to participate in the envoy's meeting next, then his image won't be too strange.

At least not to the point where people from various countries would complain. So, which unlucky person should he drag down with him to embarrass himself?

Roland's mind couldn't help but conjure up the image of a beautiful lady who usually liked to keep a cold face and a haughty demeanor.

'With Senior Sister's personality, who cares so much about face, wouldn't she kill me?'

'Sorry, Senior Sister, even if you kill me, I have to坑 you a bit. If you don't become my wings, my wings can't be taken off!'

After much deliberation, Roland finally decided to坑 Senior Sister.

Anyway, it's not the first time.

Yawning, Roland suddenly felt very sleepy. He rubbed his eyes with his arm and lay down.

'Is my cultivation speed a bit too fast? Recently, I've been exposed to many mysterious things, and I may have even come into contact with God. Maybe I shouldn't meditate casually anymore. Or should I just coast along and wait until I'm over four hundred years old and about to die before worrying about it?'

Roland made up his mind and began to lie flat and slack off.

Lost in thought, he drifted off to sleep.

In his dream, Roland saw himself lying in a warm flower garden, in a flowerbed that felt like a thick, warm carpet.

His mother was inside, combing the carpet while humming a lullaby.

The lyrics were roughly: Sha la la la la...

It sounded like the friction of countless 'pure sacred things' growing rapidly.

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Not long after Roland and the others fell asleep, the door was secretly opened.

A nun suspiciously poked her head out, observing the surroundings.

It seemed that the previous nuns hadn't left.

Confirming that everyone was asleep, the nun quietly left.

An hour later, footsteps and voices came from the corridor.

They could be heard talking as they walked.

"Williams, you said your potion has the effect of stabilizing the will and restoring cognition, but how much did you put in? Jenny (a nun) just said that Ro... I mean, my husband Lawrence didn't seem to eat much tonight."

"Don't worry, Miss, even if he didn't eat much, he'll always drink water.

Didn't you say that Roland likes to drink 'Corrupted Sacred Blood'? I checked his dehydration situation and specifically calculated the dosage.

Even a dragon would sleep until tomorrow morning after eating today's lunch."

"Hmph, old dog, don't talk big. I feel like that kid is really as strong as a dragon now."

"Ahem, Jenny, how much did he eat?"

"I didn't see the patients firmly believing that they had strong contamination, so they didn't let us feed them and chased us out. I only took a quick look an hour ago and found that Sir Lawrence's knife and fork were clean."

"If you didn't feed them, how did these six idiots hugging each other eat?"

"Shhh."

The voices outside suddenly quieted down.

Then, the door was quietly opened.

A beautiful woman with an icy expression quietly poked her head in and looked around, then her eyebrows slightly raised.

It was Catherine.

Seeing that Roland and the others were sleeping soundly, she contentedly pushed open the door. Then, Catherine and a large group of old Black Abyss rushed into the room.

The previous nuns who delivered the food were also there.

Counting them, there were as many as twenty or thirty people.

Many were strong matrons, old nuns from the Holy Spirit Hospital, professional nurses who handled female patients.

Don't underestimate these nuns just because they're old and nurses or orderlies. Their understanding of dysmorphic disease is very profound.

They can smell who has contamination on them just by sniffing.

In addition to this group of matrons, there were also a small number of old Black Abyss, mostly women.

Considering the privacy of the ladies, Catherine specially picked more women. It could be considered thoughtful.

The only men were Williams, Johnson, and the old cleric. These three guys looked at people like they were looking at corpses. Compared to the flesh of normal humans, they preferred strange, non-human creatures.

After the nuns came in, they took out various instruments and began to check Roland and the others' physical conditions.

After the old Black Abyss witches entered the room, they used magic to clear a space in this 'library-like ward' and then began to set up magic arrays and various crystal arrays.

Some people were also setting up the 'Roland's Quiz Machine' here—this was the name everyone gave to this 'magic calculation matrix'.

After Catherine and Williams arranged things, they came to Roland and the others' side.

The matrons were very professional, saying that Roland and the others' condition was currently very healthy.

Catherine nodded in satisfaction and said, "I knew these guys were fine."

After a pause, she looked at the people busy setting up the magic array and said, "Williams, didn't you say that we should separate them first and then collect the Mind-Stealing Holy Spirit in their bodies?"

Williams said, "That's right, they can't be in contact anymore. But that old guy Johnson thinks it would be more appropriate for us to settle the Mind-Stealing Holy Spirit here first and then take the five ladies away."

Johnson snorted from the side and said, "As a precaution, it's best to carry out the work of settling the Mind-Stealing Holy Spirit under our supervision. Otherwise, if another Kohler comes out, it'll be troublesome."

Catherine nodded. She looked at the little b*tches around Roland with some displeasure and said, "Let's break them up first."

It turned out that Senior Sister had specially come over late at night to separate Roland and his wings!

She had been holding it in for a day!

The matrons hurriedly lifted the blankets covering everyone and pulled Roland and the others up.

Seeing that everyone's bathing clothes were neat, Catherine secretly felt much more relieved—you know what's good for you!

At this time, she softly made a sound of surprise, discovering that these guys were actually sleeping in a twisted mess, completely different from the neat 'formation' during the day.

Some people's hands had obviously separated from the others. They were sleeping on their sides.

Catherine looked at Williams and said, "You guessed right again, Teacher. These people will separate as long as they don't think of themselves as wings. So they're separated when they sleep.

So, we just need to extract the Mind-Stealing Holy Spirit next, right?"

Williams stroked his beard and said, "Don't be too happy too soon. The Mind-Stealing Holy Spirit's logic lock is just a secondary factor. The main factor lies in cognitive and mental problems.

So, just extracting the Mind-Stealing Holy Spirit is useless.

We need to correct their cognition and also provide them with psychological counseling.

If some people's condition is more serious, perhaps you may even have to put on an act."

Catherine said with a slight astonishment, "Me acting? Do I need to pretend to be someone? Oh... I understand."

These teachers and students were both extremely intelligent people, and they also understood each other well, so when they spoke, it was like directly writing the answer to a question, skipping a lot of content.

Williams left it at that, because if they acted, it might involve some privacy issues of the young lady.

In the middle of the conversation, Deanna and Briana had already been wrapped in restraint clothes by the matrons and carried over to the magic array.

At this time, there were only four people left on the thick carpet under their feet.

Anna, Roland, Florence, and Isabella.

Anna hugged Roland's back tightly, unwilling to let go.

Roland hugged Florence with a smile—the position of his hands wasn't very elegant.

Miss Florence had her back to Roland, her arms blocking her chest. Her face was full of reluctance, and there were tears in the corners of her eyes.

As for Isabella, it seemed that she had wanted to change positions in the middle of the night and get intimate with her husband. But she fell asleep after crawling near Roland.

Her face was full of grievance.

Catherine's eyes blazed with fury as she watched the four of them. She stepped forward and personally began to separate them.

Soon, Isabella was also taken away, but when the matrons tried to pry Anna's arms off, they couldn't manage it no matter what they did.

This girl was too strong!

Roland hadn't been strangled to death by her.

At that moment, Anna smacked her lips a few times, scratched her face, and then tried to hug Roland again.

A hand fiercely grabbed her arm.

This hand seemed incredibly strong, not at all weaker than Anna's.

Anna used her strength a few times but couldn't break free.

During the struggle, Anna's eyelids fluttered, and it seemed as if she was about to wake up.

Seeing this, Johnson snorted from the side. Williams coughed awkwardly—his dosage was clearly insufficient.

He thought to himself, 'What did this girl eat to grow up so strong?'

On the other side, after Anna's eyelids fluttered, she sleepily opened her eyes.

She looked around and saw her sister staring at her with fire in her eyes.

Immediately, Anna perked up and suddenly sat up: "Sister? What are you doing here?"

Catherine said in a deep voice, "Stand over there!"

"Oh."

Anna rubbed her slightly sore arm, pouted, and followed the nuns to the magic circle.

Williams, standing to the side, was speechless at the sight.

As expected, Anna had the simplest mind of them all.

Ancient elves were the closest species to gods, so their SAN was naturally very high.

In addition, her perception of the mysterious was infinitely close to zero. So when she saw unspeakable things, she would only scratch her head, and her cognition was difficult to be affected.

Even if Roland muttered strange things, trying to forcibly instill those indescribable truths into her, she would just let it go in one ear and out the other. She couldn't understand at all.

Therefore, the influence she received was the lowest.

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After only one night, the wings had fallen off.

Catherine stared intently at Roland, intending to separate the two. However, Johnson suddenly reached out and stopped Catherine.

Johnson said, "Miss, Peter's (Williams's) magic potion isn't reliable at all. It's best not to move him yet, lest he wakes up. Then, these guys will hug each other again."

Williams coughed and went to work on the magic circle.

Catherine stood up, furious. She called the matrons and asked them to carry the two to the magic circle.

Obviously, if one were to extract the Mind-Stealing Holy Spirit, there would be no need to remove the beautiful wings that Roland was holding first.

After the matrons finished their work, they curiously stood near the magic circle to observe. They watched the 'female bishops' operate the magic circle, clicking their tongues in amazement.

Although they knew that these archbishops were high-ranking members of the Holy Hymn Society and that this magic circle was learned from the 'Eastern Territory Black Wizard prisoners' in the Black Wizard detention area...

...the complexity of this magic circle and the ease with which the adults handled it still made the matrons feel a little strange.

At this time, Catherine said to them with a smile, "Thank you for your help. You've worked hard tonight. Go and rest quickly—after going downstairs, don't forget to forget what you saw and heard tonight."

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The matrons exchanged strange glances.

Forget tonight's events? How to forget?

The matrons looked at Williams. Williams nodded, signaling them to leave. Then, the matrons bowed and took their leave.

A witch went to see them off, lest they couldn't find their way out of the seventh floor.

After these people left, only Catherine and six or seven old Black Abyss members remained in the room.

Catherine took out a strange sand table.

Upon closer inspection, this sand table was actually a secret treasure.

Judging from its age, it should be a secret treasure from the Alexandra era.

The old Black Abyss members had nothing in their hands now, so they obviously didn't have such treasures.

Catherine said to Williams and the others, "I'm having some trouble using this thing now. Teachers, please help me with it."

Williams took the sand table and said with a sigh, "I didn't expect you to be able to find this. Where did you hide it before?"

Catherine said, "My tomb."

Williams was speechless.

Shaking his head, he made the sand table float in mid-air and then began to tinker with it with a smile.

The others gathered around with great interest.

There was a model on the sand table, a certain district of Wilmik City.

This district was depicted vividly, with every building inside just like the real thing.

There were even people on the streets!

If one were to count them, the number of people inside added up to more than ten thousand. However, their appearances were somewhat blurred, and it was impossible to see who was who.

These more than ten thousand people were the ten thousand shadows of the Mind-Stealing Holy Spirit.

This number was originally twenty thousand, but some were released today.

If the group hadn't entered the seventh floor, the number would have decreased a lot every once in a while.

At this time, Isabella, who was floating in the magic circle, suddenly disappeared and then reappeared in the same place.

Watching the shadow cluster gradually forming in the sand table, Catherine rubbed her forehead and sighed, "Teacher Williams, is this because of Roland's logic lock?"

Williams stroked his beard very seriously and said, "The logic lock of the Mind-Stealing Holy Spirit comes from Roland's thoughts. To put it bluntly, Roland has driven them all crazy.

So, this is indeed Roland's fault.

Judging from the situation of the Mind-Stealing Holy Spirit, my previous assessment of Roland's condition was wrong. His illness may not be so easy to cure."

Catherine's expression couldn't help but become very unsightly.

Williams was not only proficient in mental, neurological, and cognitive problems when he was in the Eastern Territory, specializing in treating mental problems for Black Abyss wizards.

After coming to the Holy Spirit Hospital, he furthered his studies.

Most importantly, the parallel world self that he ate was the dean of the Holy Spirit Hospital.

Therefore, in terms of treating dementia and cognitive diseases, Williams can be said to be one of the most professional experts in the entire Eastern Territory and the entire South.

If he said it was not easy to cure, then it was basically a death sentence.

Williams said, "Don't worry, the South is civilized for correcting cognitive problems, and the Holy Spirit Hospital is not the only one—cough, I'm not saying that I can't cure it here, Miss. What I mean is, I will communicate with experts from all over the place later."

Catherine breathed a sigh of relief. She thought Williams was going to transfer Roland to another hospital.

Williams smiled and continued, "Moreover, aren't you planning to go to Maltorode? Maltorode was once a holy city of the 'Old Religion', and the royal family should have a lot of Old Scriptures in their collection. If some documents can be obtained, there will definitely be a breakthrough in treatment."

Catherine suddenly said, "In ancient times, dementia was the most prevalent period. Do you mean that we can find solutions on how to treat Roland's cognitive problems in these documents?

However, I did hear Isabella say that Maltorode was once a holy city of the Old Religion.

But as far as she knows, the royal family probably doesn't have such documents in their collection."

Williams was stunned and shook his head, "It seems that I remembered it wrong. In our world, those documents may have been hidden by some people... And Isabella and many others are not aware of this."

Catherine thought of one person—her father.

Eighty percent of them were hidden by her father.

From many, many years ago, her father began to place avatars in Maltorode.

Saladin, Gawain... These are just avatars from the last two hundred years.

Catherine said, "I'll ask my father about this."

Williams stroked his beard, revealing a bit of hesitation.

After considering his words, he said, "Miss, the documents may not be in his hands. At least, not all of them are in his hands."

Catherine asked in surprise, "Then where are the Old Scriptures?"

Williams said, "According to my memory in another world, the Heavenly Scripture of Maltorode was originally hidden in a certain ancient ruin. It wasn't until the Queen of Maltorode married a prince of the Aley family that the Old Scriptures in the ruin, as well as the many, many treasures, reappeared in the world."

Catherine's eyes lit up and said, "Are you saying that there are many fortunes and many treasures in the ancient ruins of Maltorode?"

Williams nodded deeply and said, "That is the palace left behind by a god related to the people of Maltorode.

Before that god fell, the people of Maltorode and the Old Religion jointly inherited it.

Inside, there are many, many gods, ancient Maltorode, and the wealth of the Old Religion buried.

Among them, the last door requires a specific person to be qualified to open it."

The word wealth made Catherine's eyes blaze with fiery flames: "Are you saying that the people of Aley are qualified? Then we can just take Roland to explore the treasure!"

Williams said, "The problem lies here—Lawrence is not qualified."

Catherine was slightly stunned.

Currently, Maltorode has basically been controlled by the Church. If you want to enter the ruins, it is impossible to hide it from their eyes. So, you must use the identity of the South.

Therefore, Roland cannot go with Lawrence's identity.

This becomes complicated.

Williams continued, "In the parallel world, the Church knows about the ruins. In our world, it must be the same.

The reason why the Church drove away the Gawain family was to prevent them from participating."

Besides, even without Alaye, the Church is still qualified.

Because the Protestant Church has the legal right to the Church.

So, Alaye is qualified, and the Protestant Church is also qualified.

But we can't let Roland enter with Alaye's identity. So, we can only find a way to go with the Church. Then...hehe.

Catherine nodded deeply, she understood the meaning of this old fox, Williams.

The Church thinks that only they have the 'key' to the last door.

But in fact, Roland also has it!

Therefore, as long as they enter the last tomb first, things will be done.

Catherine said, "I will get this spot in Isabella's name."

After a pause, Catherine asked, "Why does Alaye have the qualification to enter the Maltrod ruins, and the Church also has this qualification. But only the Maltrod royal family does not have the qualification to enter the Maltrod ruins?

Even if Maltrod no longer has royal power, it is still Isabella's fief, the land of the 'Gawain family' for generations.

What's more, the Gawain family also inherited that ruin—but they are not qualified to enter, but the people of the Alaye family have this qualification to enter?"

Johnson on the side chuckled, he said: "Hmph, Miss, the problem lies here—the Gawain family has never lived in the palace of God, nor has it inherited this palace, so they are not qualified to enter the ruins."

Williams interjected: "In fact, even the land of Maltrod does not belong to the Gawain family.

They have never been the King of Maltrod. Never have been.

The Gawain family is just managing this land for others."

Catherine was slightly stunned and asked, "Then who is the King of Maltrod?"

The two old men looked at Roland.

Catherine: "?"