I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha

Having said that, Roland bent over and continued working.

That gaze swept over Roland's broad back again and again.

At first, the gaze was unrestrained, but after a while, it became a little evasive, with a hint of furtiveness.

Roland ignored her. After dismantling a few oak barrels, he found the trick, and afterwards he could basically finish one in two minutes.

Before long, more than a dozen large oak barrels were all dismantled by him. Under the illumination of the magic crystal, the ground was full of gold and silver brilliance.

Among these dozen or so oak barrels, twelve of them were filled with silver, and two were filled with gold.

The large barrels were filled with silver coins, and the small barrels were filled with gold coins.

Calculating it, there were over a hundred thousand silvers and over twenty thousand golds.

Roland felt a little annoyed. He guessed that there must be magic stones in the church, but they were probably taken away by Catalina.

'It's all gold and silver coins.'

The currency styles here in Dusk differ from those in White Chess, and they are diverse. These coins are not gold dragons and silver deer. Travelers usually use 'gold coins, silver coins' to refer to them.

Although the currency styles are different, the gold and silver are the same.

The quality of those silver coins was average, a little worse than the silver coins Alfonso gave him, not so exquisite. They should have flowed into the church from the hands of commoners.

But the quality of the gold coins was very good, and it was obvious that they were cast by wizards. These gold coins were more valuable than the gold coins circulating in the market.

According to the current exchange rate, they could be exchanged for nearly seven or eight thousand magic stones!

Moreover, compared to magic stones, Roland had an unusual fondness for gold and silver.

"We're rich, we're rich!"

Roland said to Catalina with shining eyes: "This money is enough to build a decent castle."

Seeing Roland smiling happily, Catalina also smiled very happily.

Roland always felt that her smile was malicious, and couldn't help but ask: "Are you sure it's all mine?"

Catalina said with a smile: "Of course. I'll put it all with you."

"Then thank you, Sister!"

Roland didn't stand on ceremony at all. He was a bit poor now, with only six thousand magic stones in his hand, so he happily collected all the money.

Catalina looked at those large oak barrels and said meaningfully: "Don't waste the wine here either. The grape brandy brewed by the Heraka Monastery is very famous and is known as the 'Water of Lethe'. And the red wine is known as the 'Corrupted Holy Blood'.

These wizard wines are not just for wizards to experience the joy of being drunk.

They can give people a chance to see something in their dreams."

When Roland heard this, his eyes couldn't help but light up slightly.

In Valeria, he had heard adventurers mention the 'Holy Wine' of the South.

That kind of holy wine was wine that was tainted with a sacred aura.

And here was the Heraka Church, and the meaning of the entire church and the existence of the statue was to describe mystery. The wine here was probably also special.

Roland asked curiously: "Are you saying that these wines are all wizard wines tainted with a mysterious aura?"

Catalina smiled and said: "What a clever little fellow. These wines are not suitable for ordinary people to drink. Drinking too much will make you see things in your dreams, so people with insufficient willpower will go crazy if they drink too much.

But for those who are often in contact with the mysterious, they are good things.

Although this church is only a regional church, not a 'Cathedral', not every monastery is suitable for operating a vineyard.

This place is very suitable for growing grapes and brewing wine. Therefore, the 'Thousand-Eyed Tower' has invested some effort in this area.

These wines are sent to the major towers in the council every year. Many Heraka Cathedrals, and even the Holy See's wine, are actually produced here and then placed there for further 'corruption'."

According to Catalina, the new wines from similar Heraka mystical monasteries in various places are stored here for a short period of time after brewing.

At this time, the wine can only be barely regarded as 'Water of Lethe' and 'Corrupted Holy Blood'. It can be regarded as 'lower-grade wine' - it has entered the grade.

After storing it for a period of time, various places will select the good wines and send them to the Cathedrals and the Holy See for continued storage.

The more profound those churches describe Heraka, the longer the storage time, and the higher the grade of the two wines.

Lower-grade and middle-grade 'Corrupted Holy Blood' are beneficial to apprentice meditation.

Wizards often benefit from drinking middle-grade and upper-grade 'Corrupted Holy Blood'.

And upper-grade, and even top-grade 'Corrupted Holy Blood' can only be occasionally drunk by the Dusk Tower Master.

If a wizard has ever taken a prisoner seed, there are more benefits to drinking these wines - in the dream, Lady Heraka will give some guidance.

To put it bluntly, this thing not only helps to communicate with the mysterious in dreams, but also avoids going crazy.

The wines here are all considered 'graded' wines. Although they are all lower-grade wines, the price of a barrel of new wine can reach 180-200 silver coins. That is two magic stones per barrel.

Aged wine is five times the price. The price of a barrel of wine is almost as high as a bottle of meditation potion for apprentices!

And those grape brandies, that is, brandies, cost hundreds of silver coins per bottle - definitely a small magic potion!

When Roland heard this, he became excited.

There were indeed many aged wines here that could not be seen in the secular world. With secular craftsmanship, wine was difficult to store. But wizards had this preservation technology.

Moreover, the wine here was not ordinary aged wine - the longer Corrupted Holy Blood wine was stored in the Heraka Church, the better.

It seemed that most of the wine in the large wine cellar was newly brewed last year, and there was relatively little aged wine. Roughly estimated, the number of wines, that is, 'Corrupted Holy Blood', was as many as seven or eight hundred barrels!

In addition, there were many wines filled with straw, which should be brandy or something.

Calculating it, there were at least five or six thousand magic stones!

The vineyard occupied by this church was probably dozens of hectares. It could produce seven or eight hundred barrels of wine every year!

Many people knew that Roland was studying Heraka's mystery, and Roland often showed off his commonly used middle-level cards such as the Benevolent Spirit. So he was not afraid that his big sister would know that he was raising ghosts.

So, he summoned all 7 Benevolent Spirits to help him empty the wine here.

These 'Corrupted Holy Blood Wines' naturally had to be placed in his own 'Heraka Church'.

Watching the wine in the church in the ring slowly increase, the corners of Roland's mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly - he was simply the most suitable person to preserve these wines!

Catalina, who was on the side, smiled even more happily after seeing Roland move all the wine into the ring.

"Here, is this your clothes?" Catalina walked over with Roland's clothes.

Roland was slightly stunned and asked: "Where did you find it?"

Catalina pointed to a corner and said: "You should have put it on the big wine barrel over there before, and it fell into the gap between the wine barrel and the wall."

There was no dust on the clothes.

Roland's expression was a little strange.

He was excited now and didn't think too much, so he put on his clothes.

"Calculating it, the church's annual output from the vineyard alone is five or six thousand magic stones. Plus the magic potions and magic tools made by the apprentices in the territory... Tsk tsk tsk. The annual income is probably close to ten thousand magic stones!"

"No wonder there is a formal wizard and twenty or so apprentices stationed in such a remote place. It is a magic potion garden!"

Roland thought that these hundreds of thousands of silver coins were the church's savings over the years. Now, looking at it, these hundreds of thousands of silver and gold coins were only a part of the money.

The real savings should be magic stones. I don't know where they went.

Perhaps, they were sent to some towers?

"This is a wizard's territory!"

He clapped his hands and complained to Miss Catalina, who was carrying a lamp: "My Straw Town, except for straw, is full of people."

After a pause, Roland said a little embarrassedly: "Thank you for taking care of me, Sister. This money is enough for me to spend for a while."

Catalina said with a smile: "Is Sister good to you?"

If you eat someone's food, you'll be nice to them. If you take someone's things, you'll be soft on them. Roland had just obtained seven or eight thousand magic stones worth of gold and silver coins and five or six thousand magic stones worth of wine, so how could his mouth not be sweet?

Roland looked at Catalina and said sweetly: "Sister is good."

Catalina smiled even more happily: "You still owe me a painting."

Roland looked at his big sister and said: "I'll paint it for you in the next two days."

Catalina leaned over and asked: "Which day is which day?"

Roland coughed and said: "During the day, the light is not good at night."

Catalina hummed and left.

Roland secretly shook his head and followed Catalina upstairs.

The swaying peaches in front of him couldn't help but make Roland take a peek. Then he couldn't help but compare them with Miss Elena Elf's peaches. Each had its own merits.

Speaking of which, a woman in her late twenties is different. She is more mature than a senior.

Roland couldn't help but scold himself twice in his heart.

He must not spread any more scandals.

After coming out, Roland said again: "Do you know where the kitchen and the place to store vegetables are? Yesterday when I went to the market, I found that the spices here are very expensive."

Catalina rolled her eyes and said: "You are really stingy."

That being said, she led Roland to the kitchen and storage room.

The church often ordered the nearby villagers to come and work. Although everyone came as 'volunteers', they were provided with food.

The meals provided by the church were not only filling, but also used enough salt!

So, even if they didn't give money, the villagers were willing to rush to come.

The things in the kitchen and storage room were enough for more than a hundred people to use for a month.

Moreover, the church seemed to have used inferior coarse salt to clear the snow in winter, and now there were still two large barrels left.

Although this salt wasn't fit for human consumption, Roland didn't let it go to waste.

He cleaned out the church, taking everything.

When he came out, it was already dark, but Katarina didn't seem to have any intention of staying at the church.

Roland looked towards the cemetery and saw that the people who had been baptized there hadn't left yet.

His big cousin also didn't seem to be leaving directly; she was standing with the group, watching the excitement.

Roland curiously followed her and watched for a while, then his expression froze slightly.

The shepherd was leading the head sheep in digging a pit in the cemetery.

The eight little girls who had just been baptized were kneeling beside them, praying piously.

The villagers were using knives to cut them.

At that moment, the pit was finished. A villager made a huge cut on the last person's brachial artery.

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This cut was very precise, vertically severing the entire brachial artery.

Blood gushed out.

The blood flowing from the little girls was green; they had been poisoned for a long time, more than a week.

The eight pious girls finally completed the final baptism ceremony, a look of ecstasy on their faces, and jumped into the pit.

Under the shepherd's solemn blessing, the head sheep led the villagers to fill the pit.

Some of the baptized were buried alive in pious joy.

But between life and death, there was great terror. In the end, a good girl cried and wanted to climb out; she regretted it. But her blood had already drained, and she couldn't live.

However, the villagers angrily dragged out the little girl's corpse—her heart wasn't sincere!

She wasn't worthy of dying in this sacred cemetery, unworthy of rotting in the embrace of the goddess Helaika.

Roland's voice was a little hoarse as he asked Katarina, "What crime did they commit?"

Katarina's voice was very calm: "Who knows? Perhaps it was just because they forgot to pray at breakfast."

She looked at the villagers who were helping the wicked and said, "Anyway, these parents and relatives always have reasons. Each child is worth eight silver deer. Girls are money-losing goods. Selling two here is almost enough to trade for a cow."

Roland finally understood what kind of economic crop was being cultivated in this church, in this manor established by holy monks.

They were planting people!

It was the blood and flesh of people!

They were 'eating' people!

Katarina said, "Roland, there are many ways to make a Prison Seed.

The Bloodless Fortress's method is one.

Our Forbidden Ground's method is also one.

But here in Twilight, there are many strange local methods.

What you are seeing now is a crude local method under lacking conditions.

In this method, as long as you can find a way to make people see God, there is a glimmer of possibility of becoming a material that can be made into a Prison Seed.

This method is actually not very efficient, but it can't stand having a large population.

For example, there are many children born near this church every year. And the villagers are also working hard to give birth.

Slightly picking out the money-losing goods, the number is not small.

Roland, this is also one of the reasons why the Black Abyss Wizards broke away from the Twilight Council. They don't fit in!

This is a huge evil cult!

The method of making Prison Seeds here is too cruel!

But the Twilight Wizards don't care.

The villagers here don't care either.

Because, the thousands of ordinary people around here are all materials, all 'sheep'."

After a pause, Katarina looked at everyone here. She said to Roland, "So, what are you waiting for?

Are you waiting for the magic curse on these sixty-nine 'shepherds, sheepdogs, and head sheep' to disappear, to tell everyone that we came here today and took the idol?

Or are you waiting for me to clear their memories and then let this group of man-eating cultists and accomplices continue to do evil everywhere?"

Roland took out his magic wand and looked at the villagers who were happily distributing money next to the shepherd.

"Don't leave a single one. Anyone who hasn't left yet, every single one of them, deserves to die," Katarina said, and then walked away.

That night, the church caught fire, and Roland had more than two thousand magic stones, a decent oddity, and three ordinary oddities in his pocket.

The dead were all delivered by Roland to the embrace of the goddess Helaika. The River Styx will decide how much sin these people have.

Souls that can be cleansed by the River Styx will go to reincarnation.

Souls that are too heavy with evil will sink to the bottom of the River Styx.

If no one specifically salvages them, the souls at the bottom of the river will slowly sink into hell under the influence of the laws.

This fire, once it started burning, couldn't be extinguished, and the sky was burned red.

It's not easy to build a Helaika church. It's hard to say how many years it will take to rebuild. Even if a new Twilight Wizard comes to repair it, they may not build a Helaika church.

This made the villagers who rushed from all directions to put out the fire cry bitterly.

How will they send their children for baptism in the future?

How will the original sin that comes with life be redeemed?

Standing on a distant hill, Roland looked at the villagers in pain near the church, and his heart was very complicated.

In the minds of these villagers, good and bad are like this—the lords sent by the Twilight Gods are all good people. Those Black Abyss Wizards and White Chess Wizards who come to make trouble every now and then are all bad people!

They were crying so desperately, so desperately.

And this is the sheep.

They are sheared of their wool every day, even skinned and eaten, and they have to be grateful.

Katarina said, "Roland, after so long, don't you understand? In this wizarding world, if you can't be a human, you have to be a pig, a dog, a sheep. You can't save them. No one can."

Roland said, "I know, I just think that we may also be sheep. Above the wizards, there may also be shepherds grazing."

Katarina was slightly stunned and turned to leave.

She didn't seem to want to think too much about this topic, nor did she want to chat with Roland.

Roland chased after her and asked, "Sister, you seem to know a lot about the history of Alexandra the Witch?"

The person who knows the most about the Black Abyss Witch should naturally be Senior Sister. But she wouldn't chat with Roland about this.

However, the older generation of the Black Abyss and the people of the White Queen lineage also know about the Black Abyss Witch.

This big cousin seems to know a lot.

She hummed in acknowledgment.

Roland asked, "In the Black Abyss, some people say that she has actually touched the fifth gate, and even sat on the 'Throne of the Sun'? Then she fell into hell because she was betrayed?"

Katarina said, "Who did you hear that from?"

Roland thought for a moment and said, "Wallace."

Katarina suddenly said 'Oh' as if realizing something, and then nodded deeply.

Roland asked, "On these continents of east, west, south, and north, I'm afraid there aren't many people stronger than her, right? Could someone still stab her in the back?"

Katarina snorted and said, "The Witch of the Black Abyss moved something she shouldn't have moved, so naturally many, many people were unwilling. She actually wanted to repair the laws of this world. It's really too naive."

Roland was stunned, and the image of Senior Sister in his previous life suddenly became much taller in his heart.

He thought to himself: 'Isn't this Nuwa mending the sky!'

'Unfortunately, she failed.'

'Senior Sister probably won't do this kind of thing again in this life, but there will definitely be successors.'

After Roland sighed, he asked again, "In this plane, is there really no way to become an immortal normally? I mean, can't you ignite the divine fire without becoming a mystery?"

Katarina said, "No."

After Roland pondered for a moment, he asked, "What if you go to Purgatory? If you stay in Purgatory all the time, can you become a god?"

Katarina suddenly trembled violently and stopped.

From Roland's unnoticed perspective, the big cousin's face was extremely pale. It was a fear hidden deep in her heart.

"Roland, only devils want to leave there, no one wants to stay there to suffer at least that's the case for humans."

Roland suddenly understood why Senior Sister wanted to be reborn.

She seemed to prefer to live another life, starting anew, rather than cultivating in hell.

Katarina said, "I'll go get 'Ariana' back. You take this, and we'll meet at this location on the map later."

She gave Roland a magic map and flew away.