I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha

On the other side, after Roland walked out the door, Isabella returned to her seat and began writing on a piece of parchment.

A person ran out of the next-door lounge—it was Jeanne.

She said with an excited face, "Sister, do you want me to play 'daughter' next?"

Isabella was slightly stunned, then glared at her fiercely, "Jeanne, we're not here to play!"

Jeanne said somewhat speechlessly, "Why do you still call me . in private."

Before she could finish speaking, a zipper appeared on her mouth, and then it was zipped shut—as a member of the Heresy Tribunal, it was reasonable to know some black magic.

Isabella didn't even raise her head, and kept writing on a piece of parchment.

As she wrote, she said, "Jeanne, if you can't distinguish your identity and see yourself as someone else. then I'll have to assume you have epilepsy and send you to a mental hospital."

Jeanne couldn't help but shudder slightly, and didn't dare to be mischievous anymore.

During this business trip, she had been disciplined by her sister a lot because she failed various 'training' courses. Her sister always meant what she said, and she was terrified of her sister.

She remained silent, curiously watching what her sister was writing.

This letter is very bad!

Looking at the content of the letter, Isabella showed a very satisfied expression and chuckled wickedly.

With a tearing sound, Jeanne unzipped her mouth and said, "Sister, aren't we going a bit too far by doing this?"

Isabella glared at her, and Jeanne obediently zipped up her mouth.

At this moment, Jeanne noticed Diana sitting on the sofa.

She couldn't help shrinking her neck and returned to the lounge.

Diana had been humming a song and knitting a sweater, and she didn't pay any attention to their conversation.

Isabella didn't care about Diana either, because according to the descriptions of the crew members on the ship, this little girl seemed to have some amnesia.

Diana did have amnesia.

But her diary recorded what she saw and heard. And only Roland knew about this.

Isabella didn't pay attention to Diana; she fell into deep thought.

The Mysterious Department must be established, and she must take control of Saint Villemick. At the very least, she must appease the monastery, otherwise, the trouble would be great.

At that time, everyone would have to be locked up as mentally ill!

To be honest, she should have handled such an important matter herself. But after going to see that Archbishop in the afternoon, she was a little scared.

If she went again, she would definitely be locked up!

It's just right for Roland to go. Even if he can't get out, it's no big deal. After all, a normal person is finished for life after entering that place.

But if an abnormal person goes to be treated, it won't hurt.

On the other side, after Roland went downstairs, he headed towards the stable.

His brow was furrowed, not knowing what he was thinking.

Roland muttered in his heart: 'I always feel like something is wrong, but I also feel like my guess is very unreasonable.

Something's wrong. Unreasonable.

Anyway, I've got the key things in hand, so it's best to stay away from this place.'

Indeed, now that the matter of the Yellow Fern King had been resolved, why was he still staying in the south?

However, for the sake of prudence, he still had to take a look at the monastery to confirm it. But he definitely couldn't use Isabella's suggestion—from her meaning, she was planning to have him pretend to be mentally ill to sneak in!

Would he be able to get out then?

Roland planned to go by himself in another way.

He remembered the coachman saying that there was a super hotel in this city. People from the Holy See usually stayed there. Nobles/missionaries who came to visit/on business to the monastery, as well as people who came to see a doctor, also stayed there.

Roland planned to find someone there to get an identity and then sneak into the monastery—that so-called mental hospital was actually a sanatorium for nobles and clergymen. Of course, some medical facilities were also open to civilians.

But that hotel was not easy to get into.

Roland had to sneak in, but he couldn't use magic indiscriminately, otherwise, it would easily alarm the monastery. So he needed a good outfit.

Speaking of outfits, Roland's clothes were definitely good enough.

But if he rode a bicycle or took a taxi (carriage). he wouldn't even be able to get through the hotel door.

But if he drove a Maybach, the people there wouldn't even ask and would directly open a room for him.

The Mysterious Department was not big, but to be honest, the stable was not small. It was no problem to put down twenty or so horses.

Rather than calling it a stable, it was more like the Mysterious Department's 'company car park'.

The horses that the leaders usually rode to and from work, and the horses that pulled the public carriages were all kept here.

It could be seen that the weeds on the other side of the stable's open space seemed to have been specially cleared, and a pile of building materials was placed there.

The Mysterious Department should have known a few weeks ago that a leader was going to bring a team, so they specially took out a sum of money to prepare to expand the stable, and then buy some good horses and replace some new carriages.

To be honest, the Mysterious Department invested a lot of money, but in Isabella's opinion, it was not enough at all.

After all, this was the Heresy Religious Tribunal!

Yes, that's right, now it has become an office, but there are so many knights here!

The police station in Villemick has dozens of good horses! They ride horses when patrolling.

Not patrolling in carriages!

What the hell, all the knights here are genuine knights!

And they are not ordinary noble knights.

They are Holy Knights conferred by the Holy Church!

The Tribunal is a department of the same level as the Holy Church!

So Isabella was very dissatisfied with the stable. Of course, she was dissatisfied with many things.

But there was no money.

The gentlemen and nobles in the city originally planned to donate a sum of money. After all, everyone invited Isabella, this great god, to deal with that mentally ill archbishop!

But in the afternoon, Isabella ran into a wall at the Saint Villemick Cathedral and was almost caught!

So this money. logically speaking, someone should come to visit Isabella today and give her some money to spend.

But it's off work now. No one has come. It was heard from some watchdogs outside that many nobles went to visit the bishop instead.

There was no one in the stable. Everyone who should have gotten off work at this point had left, and the groom didn't know where he ran off to mess around.

It could be seen that Isabella and the others seemed to have brought a few good horses, especially a snow-white horse and a black horse, which were very divine. They should belong to the Isabella sisters.

But these horses were not being taken care of carefully.

Roland looked at the two horses, patted their rumps, and showed some affection.

These two horses were already of the magical beast level. If they were raised another level, they could be compared to unicorns.

Unfortunately, they weren't eating well.

Roland complained, 'They can't even afford magic grass, what a waste of such good horses.'

Roland immediately summoned 'Foxfire'—creating something out of thin air was obviously the act of a wizard!

This behavior was a bit of a cop-out. But after Roland finished chatting with Isabella just now, even Diana, a genuine black witch, was left there as a hostage, so Roland now had an I-don't-care attitude.

If she wanted to catch him, she would have done so long ago.

But she didn't catch him, she won't catch him!

Foxfire seemed to be eating beans—some kind of good magic grass planted by the servants.

It seemed that Theresa and the others had just been grooming it.

Upon seeing Roland, Foxfire gave a cheerful snort.

Roland always thought that only four years had passed, but he didn't expect that more than twenty years had passed.

Calculating it, Foxfire was already thirty years old. But it looked like a warhorse in its prime. So Roland always thought it was only ten years old.

Maybe it was because it ate all kinds of magic grass all day long, and even ate anti-aging pills.

It wasn't that Roland was rich and fed it magic grass every day. The key was that there was nothing else on the sea, so he could only grow this stuff in the church to feed it.

This guy was like a magical beast now, emitting the power of various elements. This Foxfire was just a mare, if it were a stallion, even female unicorns would have to stick their butts out when they saw it.

And Foxfire probably wouldn't bother with it after smelling it twice. It was recently interested in sea monsters.

Don't even mention unicorns, this horse would dare to kick fire dragons and sea monsters in the face!

Isabella's 'car' was at most an E-class Mercedes-Benz—and not even an E300, but an E260.

Roland's was a Maybach!

Foxfire rarely had the opportunity to go out and stretch its legs these years, and each time it only wandered around on the ship. It wasn't afraid of bumps, but the place was too small.

This time, it was a bit wild when it ran out.

Roland comforted it, fed it a handful of 'beef pellets (anti-aging pills)', and then jumped on the horse.

It had been a long time since he rode it, and it was a bit wild. Roland didn't dare to ride too fast at first, and slowly walked out of the stable.

When passing by the administration building, Roland subconsciously looked up and found that his boss, Isabella, was on the balcony, holding coffee and squinting at him.

Her eyes were full of envy, jealousy, and hatred, as if she felt that Roland was a bit too arrogant.

Roland would probably be given a hard time tomorrow.

Roland snorted and thought, 'Bye-bye, I'm taking my wives and leaving tomorrow!'

There were many people riding horses on the street, so Roland wasn't too conspicuous. But his clothes and horse were too good, and he was also walking out of the Heresy Mysterious Department, so people on the street gave way when they saw him.

Watching the sheriffs on horseback busily clearing the road for him, Roland thought to himself, 'Am I being a little too high-profile? Oh well, it doesn't matter. It's not like I'm commuting to work every day, I'll be gone tomorrow.'

Roland wasn't very familiar with the roads and wandered around for a while before finally reaching the 'Upper District'.

The buildings here were even taller and more magnificent, and across the canal in the distance, all the way to the sea cliffs to the north, stood three imposing and grand structures.

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They were the 'Vermiccia Palace (Riverside)', the 'Vermiccia Grand Cathedral (Central)', and the 'Vermiccia Monastery (Sea Cliff)'.

There was no lord in this city, or rather, the biggest lord here was 'Archbishop Saint Peter Jefferson Williams'.

There were actually many people named Peter in the Church, especially during baptism, many people liked to use it as their religious name.

In fact, people here mostly used surnames to address those with status. And although Williams was a common surname, in the Church, there was only one who held the position of 'Archbishop Williams'.

Although he was called an Archbishop, 'Archbishop' was actually a term of respect. His exact position was 'Metropolitan Archbishop'. He was a high-ranking official.

Within his jurisdiction, there were many 'Bishops'.

Archbishop Williams wore 'purple robes'. Although 'purple robes' didn't sound as impressive as the red robes of a Cardinal, in reality, this guy was a powerful border official. He was the King of Saint Vermiccia!

Even if they offered him the position of Cardinal in the Curia, he wouldn't go.

Any actions taken by the Curia had to be communicated privately with these big shots.

In other words, if the North attacked the South, there were only a few suitable landing points. Saint Vermiccia was the most important one. If something went wrong here, things would be serious.

Of course, it was absolutely impossible for anything to go wrong in this quasi-holy city, after all, the military strength here was terrifying. Not to mention the Cathedral, the monastery alone had countless big shots recuperating there. Just pulling them out would be enough to give people a headache.

This one monastery alone had the military strength of Bloodfort.

Not to mention, the harbor here was also an important stronghold of the Hydra. Before the ships could even dock, they would be driven back by the Hydra.

If the North really launched a strong attack here, they would be lucky to even touch the shore, and even if they did, it would take years to conquer.

Saint Vermiccia could never be breached from the outside.

The hospital in that monastery was not just a mental hospital, it was a sanatorium. It was actually a Church hospital specializing in treating mystical contamination.

Their specialty was purification and soul rest.

And their second specialty was neurology – things like cerebrovascular diseases.

Their third specialty was soul healing.

As for mental illness… this was just a branch of neurology and soul healing.

But the key was that they were too famous for treating mental illness – especially after Archbishop Williams came here in the last decade, the level of medical care in psychiatry and neurology had improved significantly.

So, they were too famous for treating mental illness, to the point that everyone called 'Saint Vermiccia Hospital' the 'Saint Vermiccia Mental Hospital'.

It was said that dark wizards had recently caused trouble there.

According to the information from the Department of Mysteries given by Isabella, the watchdogs of the Department of Mysteries strongly suspected that dark wizards might have been in the monastery for many years.

It was just that a recent event seemed to have blown up a bit, causing the discovery that there might be dark wizards in the monastery.

To be honest, it was actually very normal for there to be dark wizards in this monastery, because after many Eastern Border wizards were captured, the Tribunal found that those guys had something wrong with their heads and couldn't get anything out of them during interrogation, so they would all be sent in to be treated.

Strictly speaking, this place itself also had the responsibilities of a 'prison hospital'.

Therefore, there were originally dark wizards here.

But the key was that these dark wizards were all locked up. But the dark wizards that had been discovered now were hidden in the normal sanatorium area, and might even be hidden among the nurses and doctors!

This was a big deal!

The people in the sanatorium area were all regional bishops, high priests, nobles, and other dignitaries from the Curia and various kingdoms!

If there were dark wizards in the sanatorium area, it meant that there were dark wizards among these people!

If they were also among the nurses and doctors, that would be even worse!

Tell me, would a normal dark wizard pretend to be a doctor in a mental hospital? And pretend for more than a decade!

He must be mentally ill!

As a result, this mentally ill dark wizard was pretending to be a doctor and treating the mentally ill!

How could that be good?!

Even normal people would be treated into mental patients!

If they were ordinary patients, it would just be a medical accident at most, with apologies, compensation, and a loss of reputation.

But these patients were all powerful figures! Even angels descended from Heaven!

This was not an ordinary medical accident, it was a political disaster!

Archbishop Williams had been extremely anxious recently. If something happened, the fun would be big.

Recently, important figures basically didn't come for treatment anymore, and many of the original patients had also left.

After all, although the Archbishop was particularly good at treating illnesses, there were many sanatoriums, and there was no need to hang oneself on this one tree.

This matter had caused a lot of damage to the Archbishop's reputation, and even a loss of political capital!

To put it bluntly, many of his financial backers and political allies had lowered their evaluation of him.

Therefore, he actually wanted to cooperate with Isabella, but Isabella didn't dare to personally come and investigate this matter, and planned to send someone.

But although she had many elites under her command, either they had the strength but didn't understand the business, or they understood the business but didn't have the strength. The few who understood the business and had the strength all looked like normal people, so they couldn't be sent in, and couldn't mingle with the patients inside!

If they couldn't mingle with the patients, how could they go in as undercover agents? How could they find that dark wizard?

This was the most crucial item, but also the most difficult one!

They needed someone with strength, who understood the business (understood dark wizards and understood the mysteries), and who could mingle with the mentally ill… If they were looking in Black Abyss Academy, they could find a large group of them!

But to say that in this city of Saint Vermiccia… in these one million people, it was probably impossible to find a suitable one!

The Department of Mysteries was planning to search the city for dark wizards, to see if there were any wizards from the Eastern Border Twilight School or the Black Abyss School.

They were obviously the most suitable.

As long as they were threatened and lured, they would cooperate. If they promised to help clear their names, they had no reason to refuse.

This matter was very important, even old John, the doorman, was paying attention to this kind of person.

As a result, everyone discovered that the most suitable person in the city might be in the mental hospital – the Archbishop had been performing the duties of the Tribunal, and his efficiency in capturing people was incredibly high!

The Department of Mysteries was worried, but today a kid suddenly came.

Old John's eyes were also sharp, and he strongly recommended Roland to Jeanne, and then when Isabella was on the phone, he recommended him again.

They were worried about not having anyone, and now someone had come to their door!

This recommendation could be said to have hit the hearts of the leaders of the Department of Mysteries. Not to mention that he should be the reincarnation of Lawrence the Angel, he might be a genuine member of their own.

Even if he wasn't, they had to find a way to make him admit that he was!

The Archbishop had made many promises for this mission. Even the Curia attached great importance to it!

If it was done well, the Department of Mysteries would flourish in the future. Restoring it to a department like the Tribunal was just around the corner!

But if it wasn't done well, Isabella would be drinking tea and reading newspapers in this small retirement office in the future.

After reading these materials in his hand, Roland had sorted out the current situation.

He suddenly realized a problem, even if Isabella knew that he was Roland, she had to use him!

This matter could actually be negotiated.

It could even allow him to take the initiative.

Lost in thought, Roland entered the 'Saint Vermiccia Palace' – this was that big hotel.

This hotel was magnificent, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a palace.

But in such a big place, important people came and went. But there were people catching mental patients at the entrance!

It was a chaotic mess.

Roland suspected that the guy had paranoia and had caused trouble in the hotel.

Because he was shouting loudly that he was the 'Mayor'.