I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha

Inside the exquisite drawing-room, there were many paintings and sculptures.

In the corridor, there were over twenty ladies and gentlemen, and the Countess was sipping afternoon tea while admiring the artwork.

The moment Roland entered, he was slightly stunned. Most of the people in the room were women, and their strength was quite remarkable. Among them were actually three Second-Order Quasi-Bloodless Wizards!

Including Roland, there were eight men, most of whom belonged to minor factions within the Twilight Council.

Among them was also a large, bloated fat man, who seemed to be the leader of a minor faction within the Twilight Council, a Second-Order Initial Stage Wizard.

They shared a common characteristic with Roland: they understood art and were foreign wizards with flesh and blood.

While Roland was in a daze, those dozen or so beautiful ladies curiously looked over. Upon recognizing Roland, they all revealed expressions of surprise and delight.

Suddenly, Roland shook his head, realizing that he had inexplicably taken a few steps forward.

Bewildered, Roland noticed that the ladies were all looking at him meaningfully. A thunderous roar erupted in his mind, and he suddenly understood.

— It's over.

These dozen or so ladies had simultaneously cast charm spells on him the moment he arrived!

What these people wanted to do was self-evident. They didn't want to waste any time.

Roland's expression immediately turned very unsightly.

Without making a sound, he turned his head to look at the smiling Duchess behind him.

The Duchess's hand was half-lifting her mask, wiping away saliva.

Her eyes were bloodshot, and the way she stared directly at Roland was filled with excitement.

"Please, Lord Roland," the Duchess said, putting her mask back on. Her voice had completely lost its gentle and delicate quality, sounding very hoarse.

"Oh, Leah, you're being too rude staring at Lord Roland like that. However, dear Lord Roland, the ladies have been eager to have a conversation with you, so it's inevitable they'll be a little excited. Please don't take it to heart."

The Countess greeted him with a smile. Roland pretended that nothing had happened and followed the Countess's lead, offering a cheek kiss.

During the cheek kiss, Roland's heart skipped a beat. He had been marked by a mysterious force.

'Good, good, you've really prepared a big cage for me!'

Roland never imagined that, from beginning to end, the person the Bloodless Wizards valued most was not Catherine, but him, the small follower!

Roland couldn't understand the reason for this.

Because it seemed that these people were willing to disrupt the Thousand-Eyed King's plan just to keep Roland firmly in place today.

Were they crazy?

Meanwhile, after successfully completing the marking, the Countess was overjoyed, feeling a sense of relief that she had finally obtained the treasure.

She leaned against Roland's shoulder, inhaling deeply for a long time, before restraining her desire to bite him and pushing him away.

"Lord Roland, you're not being very gentlemanly," Wendy Shaw said coyly, as if she wasn't the one who had just clung to someone and sniffed them wildly, but Roland.

The many gentlemen present glared at Roland as if they were blind—damn yellow-haired kid, how dare you be so rude to the beautiful Countess in front of us!

Several gentlemen with considerable strength even made a few witty remarks. These words seemed to be defusing the situation for Roland, but in reality, they were mocking him.

One gentleman smiled and said, "Countess, you can't blame Lord Roland. You can only blame your attire today; you look too much like the beautiful 'Tilly Malla'."

Tilly Malla was a person's name, a female wizard famous for her beauty and fashion, and also a renowned pastry chef.

When she was ten years old, she used a large cake to trick and subdue a clumsy highland giant, resolving a crisis for a group of Muggle nobles. From then on, it became a popular story.

Among secular Muggles, there was a type of cake named after her. Roland had heard mercenaries talk about this cake when he was a child, and they praised it as a rare delicacy.

Muggles regarded that cake as something wonderful, but in reality, it was something wizards fed to 'clumsy highland giants'.

Therefore, the gentleman was actually insulting Roland with a double entendre, implying that Roland was an ignorant country bumpkin, a clumsy highland giant who couldn't resist cake!

But without the gentlemen's knowledge, they wouldn't have understood that he was insulting Roland. Instead, they would have thought that the gentleman was kindly defusing the situation for Roland, joking that the Countess was dressed like a beautiful big cake.

Thus, those who understood and those who didn't all laughed, filling the studio with a joyful atmosphere.

The Countess did indeed look like a big cake—upon closer inspection, she hadn't changed her clothes, still wearing the same outfit as yesterday. This was a bit strange.

Roland smiled awkwardly along with everyone, following the Countess to the center of the studio with a stiff smile.

He quickly integrated into the group, joining in the appreciation and discussion of the artwork.

But his gaze kept drifting towards another large door in the drawing-room.

That door was open, only blocked by a screen. But from this position, or rather, the gentlemen walking and chatting idly around the room, could see the situation outside the door.

There was a strong bloody scent, and occasionally, figures dressed as cultists walked back and forth.

Roland changed his position and immediately saw clearly what was there.

Outside that door was actually a blood-soaked gallery!

The gallery was filled with various tapestries, and many wizards wearing hoods and masks were pouring buckets of blood onto the tapestries.

Many people were also checking the magic circle on the ground.

The magic circle was engraved on the ground, and blood from all directions was constantly gathering in the grooves of the magic circle.

A group of cultists happened to be hauling a deformed and disgusting statue of a giant leech through the gallery.

A cultist noticed Roland's gaze, smiled kindly at him, then made a throat-slitting gesture before walking towards the door at the end of the gallery.

Roland's expression became increasingly stiff.

Perhaps he was hallucinating? That wasn't a temple, but a gallery?

After all, the gentlemen pointing and commenting on that side all said it was a gallery.

These Bloodless cultists were openly preparing a sacrificial ritual next door, while the humorous and witty gentlemen were laughing and joking here.

A gentleman was still wittily teasing him. He seemed very friendly and talkative, but if one were knowledgeable enough, they would realize that this guy was mocking and ridiculing his work.

Literary people always despise each other. This gentleman not only had a very low opinion of Roland's work, but also regarded him as a country nobleman who couldn't understand sarcasm.

Sure enough, he saw Lord Roland nodding blankly, as if he hadn't understood at all.

The gentlemen's faces couldn't help but show a few more traces of disdain. They regarded Roland as a clown who had come to embellish this elegant salon, making fun of him openly and secretly.

No wonder everyone was hostile towards him.

The ladies were paying too much attention to him.

They not only praised his twisted and funny artworks to the heavens, but also occasionally used excuses to come over and be intimate with him.

Especially the three 'Bloodless Saintesses'. Usually, they looked at everyone with a cold expression, but today they not only appeared at the salon, but also kept staring straight at Roland.

Their fiery gazes seemed to want to devour Roland immediately!

The gentlemen were feeling jealous, while Roland's heart was turning to ashes.

After discussing Heraka's theology with everyone for a while, he understood what was going on.

The Bloodless Baron had issued a divine decree: He wanted Heraka!

And this divine decree might have been issued long ago.

Roland thought to himself: 'It's really like a praying mantis stalking a cicada, unaware of the oriole behind!

Senior was right; these Bloodless Wizards are a bunch of treacherous dogs!

On the surface, they are loyal to the Thousand-Eyed King, but secretly they are wooing the Black Abyss. But whether it's Twilight or the Black Abyss, they are only temporarily relying on them.

In reality, they are hedging their bets on three sides, placing their biggest bet on the Bloodless Baron!

After all, this is a true god!

If Twilight is their provider of food and clothing, and the Black Abyss is the force they are investing in, then the Bloodless Baron is their faith!

For this faith, they can abandon future benefits (the Black Abyss) and even abandon their provider of food and clothing!'

Roland now understood the true face of the Bloodless Wizards.

They are a group of madmen! A group of fanatical gamblers!

The Thousand-Eyed King dares to bite even the Brownish-Yellow Lord, let alone the Bloodless Baron?

Once the Thousand-Eyed King learns of this, the Bloodless Wizards will have no good end. And the Bloodless Baron cannot descend to help them.

After all, He is 'crossing the ocean' and cannot exert much of His strength. In the Thousand-Eyed King's home field, He can only be rubbed on the ground by the wizards.

Most likely, it will be a joint beatdown by the Thousand-Eyed King + the White Queen.

So, even if He comes, it will be for His own benefit. He will leave after finishing His business and will not help the Bloodless Wizards fight against the wizards of this world.

But the Bloodless Wizards are placing their bets on the Bloodless Baron.

Clearly, their neighbor is a behemoth who can crush them with a finger.

Yet they are being dogs for people overseas! They have been fooled and started courting death!

Roland thought to himself, 'I wonder how many benefits that old Kuxue Ancestor promised to this Kuxue Demon Sect, and how many he can actually deliver? But that old monster seems to have been eyeing the Nether Fairy for a long time!'

Roland looked at the paintings in the painting room.

Judging from the paintings in the painting room, Baron Kuxue seemed to want to devour Heraka. From then on, the two gods would merge into one, and the two Paths of Truth would also be unified!

At that time, a new Path of Truth would appear.

Baron Kuxue probably promised that after the matter was completed, he would impart his power, allowing a Rank 4 expert to be born among the Kuxue Wizards.

This future Rank 4 Kuxue Wizard could no longer be called a Kuxue Wizard.

Because he would be walking another Path of Truth, and this Path of Truth would also be passed on to future generations by him.

The most ⊥ new ⊥ novel ⊥ is ⊥ at ⊥ six ⊥ 9 ⊥ ⊥ book ⊥ ⊥ bar ⊥ ⊥ first ⊥ release!

Regarding this matter, Roland felt that the Kuxue Wizards were probably being fooled like idiots.

Even discerning people could see that they were being fooled like idiots.

Because the Kuxue Wizards were destined to perish, Baron Kuxue would not waste power to fulfill his promise.

Moreover, could the path He gave be walked?

The paths that the Kuxue Wizards explored themselves would be secretly interfered with by Baron Kuxue.

Could the path He personally gave be a good path?

The Kuxue Wizards recognized a treacherous master, but treated His words as the Bible, doing whatever He said.

I have suffered an undeserved disaster today.

While smiling and appreciating the artworks with everyone, Roland secretly observed the ladies.

He thought to himself, 'The women here are probably all Kuxue's saintesses and priestesses. They prepared this ritual for the 'Kuxue Ancestor's' mission.'

Roland guessed that they needed Roland and the others to pray to Heraka during the ritual. Or rather, they needed them to try their best to get Heraka to respond to them.

As long as Heraka responded, Baron Kuxue would be able to find Heraka's hiding place!

Originally, after seeing the seven people present, everyone felt very unsure.

But after seeing Roland, everyone immediately felt that this time would definitely be a success!

Baron Kuxue was very eager for Heraka's divine blood.

If His believers felt that someone's blood was attractive, then that person must have a close connection with Heraka.

The saintesses and priestesses smelled that sweet aura from Roland's body.

If the smell on other people's bodies was kimchi, a pickled cucumber that could only be used as a side dish.

Then the smell on Roland and that fat Rank 2 wizard's body was a lavish dinner for noble lords!

Roland quickly noticed the fat man.

He had been taking the lead in criticizing Roland's works.

But the fat man was very different from the other gentlemen.

The other gentlemen were pretending to understand when they didn't. They felt that Roland's paintings had nothing to do with Heraka because they couldn't understand them. So the words they said were not to the point.

But the fat man was a true master. He understood very well, and the words he said were all to the point. It's just that they sounded very strange.

It was as if he admired Roland's works very much in his heart, but was deliberately nitpicking.

Moreover, he kept winking at Roland.

It's just that he was too fat and his eyes were too small, so Roland couldn't see clearly.

"Lord Roland, don't keep silent. I would like to hear your evaluation of my work." The fat man seemed a little anxious. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead while secretly winking at Roland.

At this moment, Roland suddenly noticed this guy's gaze.

It turned out that this fat man, like Roland, had not been charmed!

He was a Rank 2 wizard!

Although he seemed very afraid of these saintesses and priestesses, as a wizard who had in-depth research on Heraka, he often explored the lower world, and his mental strength and willpower were extraordinary.

In addition, his realm was there, so even if these people joined forces to distort his perception, it still did not have too much effect.

It could be said that the reason why Roland woke up so quickly from the charm of the crowd was due to the contribution of this Rank 2 wizard - the many saintesses and priestesses were working together to distort his thoughts, temporarily letting Roland go.

The fat man seemed afraid of being perceived by the crowd and did not dare to transmit his thoughts openly. So he had been using his eyes to convey his thoughts obscurely.

Roland saw his eyes at this time, and with the special intuition of a wizard, he interpreted his thoughts (mind reading) - Little Scholar! I have helped you so much, please save me too!

Roland suddenly understood.

The Kuxue Wizards could confirm that everyone present was a lucky person favored by Heraka.

But they could not determine how deeply they could see when solidifying Heraka.

After all, the Kuxue Wizards were conducting this ritual in order to find Heraka. If the people being sacrificed could not even see clearly when observing Heraka, then they would naturally not be able to find the right one when searching, and might even find the wrong god!

It seemed that the Countess and the others were using Roland and the others as GPS.

And the GPS must not have problems.

Roland suddenly understood why the Countess was wasting time today, asking them to appreciate the artworks.

And apart from true artists, others could not see these problems in the works.

For example, Roland's paintings, no matter how ordinary people looked at them, they seemed to be in Heraka's style.

But in fact, only those who truly understood, only those who had truly explored the lower world and seen Heraka, could see whether his paintings were correct or not.

If the painting was correct, then whether it was deep enough, or whether it was accurate.

If the painting was inaccurate, or very vague, those were minor matters.

If the wrong god was painted, the problem would be big.

After all, the Kuxue Wizards were going to use these people to locate the god in their hearts!

If they were clearly looking for the 'Little Shepherdess of the Styx', but a great mad god who ate gods without spitting out bones came instead.

If they were clearly summoning a humanoid, kind goddess from ancient Greece, but an unknowable indescribable thing came instead... that would be a big joke.

God must not be mistaken. If the painted god was not right, then this painter must not be used randomly!

The fat man had seen this, so he hoped that someone could say that his artworks had nothing to do with Heraka.

That was why he kept saying that everyone's paintings were not right, hoping that someone could say that his paintings were also not right.

The people present had already had problems with their minds. The fat man did not dare to communicate with others, so he kept criticizing Roland's works, hoping to attract Roland's attention.

He hoped to help each other with Roland. After all, the Kuxue Wizards did not dare to randomly sacrifice those who had problems with their works.

The fat man was quite kind. He kept saying that the god Roland painted was not right. Saying that the things in his paintings were not the real Heraka. It was a crazy, depraved, terrifying indescribable thing!

But the key was that Roland felt that what the fat man said seemed to be all to the point.

In any case, in Roland's view, the fat man's works had absolutely nothing to do with Heraka.

Not only the fat man, but the things in everyone's paintings had nothing to do with Heraka.

After thinking about it, Roland began to help the fat man, mocking the problems with the fat man's paintings.

As a result, something happened as soon as he said it.