I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha

After studying the profound mysteries for a while, Roland felt a bit of a headache.

Roland thought to himself, 'I can translate all of this, but some of the deeper meanings, I'll need Johnson and the others to explain to me.'

Roland realized that he lacked some theological foundation.

This kind of thing definitely needs Johnson to explain it to me.

But there are also many books here, I can take a look at them first.

Roland thought to himself, 'I don't know if I'll have another chance to come in here, I should browse through more of the others.'

Roland recited these documents again, making sure he had memorized them all. Then he flipped through other books to read.

Roland was surprised to discover that most of the Church's knowledge of faith and philosophy was told through fables, myths, and epics!

He suddenly realized that these myths and epics were the Church's 'secret arts,' the Church's 'magic'!

If a person is very good at writing poetry and very good at singing, then he will definitely be a very powerful high priest.

Because every poem represents a divine spell!

So, the few books of 'profound mysteries' that Roland took before were for knights.

And the remaining history, myths, fables, and the like are all secret arts for priests!

History is recorded in the form of poetry, corresponding to the wizards' 'incantations'! They are prayers! As long as you memorize them and sing them out, that is divine magic!

And myths correspond to 'secret arts and mental cultivation,' the deeper the understanding, the more powerful the divine magic!

And those fables are all 'spells of truth.' If you study this thoroughly, you can change a person's destiny!

Roland was greatly shocked, he thought to himself, 'I always thought that the Church would also have some spells, theories, and the like.'

These things actually are those things!

I was being too literal.

Wizards study logic and formulas and theorems, so wizards are science!

Priests study history and philosophy! They are liberal arts!

These liberal arts and science things are naturally different!

No wonder the scribes are so concerned about the things here. For the monks, that is not just history! It is mental cultivation!'

In fact, for wizards, there is something even more important, and that is calculation. But now wizards no longer need to use their brains to calculate things—they use magic books.

This thing is a 'chip,' it is AI, it is a supercomputer.

And on the Church's side, there is also something very important, and that is faith. Roland doesn't need to worry about this.

As long as Roland understands all these myths, epics, fables, and so on, then he will not only be a Holy Knight, but also a High Priest!

Roland began to read those myths with great interest.

As he read, he became engrossed.

After a while, Roland raised his head, revealing a strange expression.

He had just read some stories about angels and the Holy Son. From a mythological point of view, these creatures are very strange.

All along, Roland didn't know what angels and the Holy Son were.

Now he finally understands a little.

The Holy Son is also a kind of angel, but their relationship with God is closer. Their upper limit is higher, their stats are more terrifying, and their growth is even more terrifying.

There are also angels and the Holy Son in the Eastern Territory.

And many, many of them.

Roland had seen many and killed many.

Roland thought to himself, 'So the leeches in the Bloodless Fortress, the mutated spider wizards, are all angels!'

And Countess Wendy Shabert, Leonard, the Three Holy Servants, the Coral Tree, are all the Holy Son!

Heywood of Human Skin Town is also an angel! And also an angel evolving into a Holy Son!

When he was standing on the stage, that bloated monster piled with human skin was an angel.

After he turned into that huge human face on the dome, he became the Holy Son. Heh heh heh heh. No wonder the Bloodless Wizards cultivate so fast, no wonder they can't move forward anymore, they have to eat Prisoner Seeds.

Prisoner Seed is an angel!

It is angel medicine!

Eating Prisoner Seeds turns you into an angel!'

Roland was very shocked, because these descriptions of angels were all written by God!

God told the world what angels are like!

But the Church does not convey it this way.

From the documents Roland had seen in the scribal hall outside, the Church's description of angels and the Holy Son is very beautiful and very mythical.

God conveyed the truth to the world.

But the world distorted the truth.

Those who copied the scriptures did not do it intentionally. But they are unwilling to believe it!

So, Ballet Ghost, Shepherd Tree, Little Leech, these are all angels.

And Coral Tree, Twisted Great Leech, Three Holy Servants, these are all the Holy Son.

The bottom-level mysterious creatures are high-dimensional, they are existences that humans cannot understand. So aren't they gods?

"Are you looking at the story of angels?"

A curious voice suddenly came from beside him. Roland looked up and found that it was Sister Florence.

Roland wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "Yes. You know, after angels descend, they will have personality and humanity, thus forgetting the memories of heaven. So every angel is very curious about their identity."

Sister Florence smiled and interjected, "So, they need guidance—this is the meaning of the existence of these church monks."

Roland looked at Sister Florence with a strange expression. He thought to himself, 'Damn, she's planning to debate theology with me!'

Johnson had said something to Roland before—chat less with priests!

They are too professional. After chatting with you for a few sentences, you will believe in God!

Those who do academics cannot defeat this group of smooth talkers.

So Roland was a little nervous.

Sister Florence reached out and closed the book in front of Roland, saying, "You don't need to feel confused by those descriptions of angels, that's just 'description.'"

Roland asked, "Then what are real angels like?"

Sister Florence said, "Like us, they are people, they need to eat and drink, they have emotions.

Sir Lawrence, for example, you and I... I mean, for example, the two Holy Knights you and I saw outside the door before are angels."

Roland shook his head and said, "Mother Florence, I know what you mean. I also believe that they are human-shaped.

But that is not the true appearance of angels."

Sister Florence said, "Mr. Lawrence, after angels die, they will return to heaven—they are human-shaped with wings of light."

Roland nodded and said, "Yes, I have seen such descriptions in the scribal hall outside. But are their appearances exactly the same as they looked before they died?

You know, I am an angel, but my appearance is not fixed.

Decades ago, when I was first born, my image was a blue-eyed blond nobleman. The way I died at that time was also blue-eyed and blond.

Later, the Hydra Group helped me be born in the Eastern Territory—I am black-haired and black-eyed (dark brown).

If I die one day, will the 'angelic appearance' that runs out of this body be a middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes, or a young man with black hair and black eyes?"

Florence was stunned for a moment, and she suddenly understood what Roland meant.

Roland meant that the angel that ran out of the corpse after a person died was not the true appearance of the angel.

Roland said, "Mother Florence, as I said before, after angels come to the human world, they will have personality and humanity. But this is not what we look like in heaven.

Florence, have you ever seen the scene when God unfolds heaven in the human world?

I have seen it.

I saw it once in the Eastern Territory.

Once, it was an alternate plane, a certain god's power completely enveloped it, and His kingdom of God gradually projected onto that world, devouring that world.

There, three angels 'awakened'.

They were originally like you and me, people who needed to eat and drink. They would die if they were cut with a knife.

But after they 'awakened,' one turned into a bizarre and twisted towering tree, holding up the sky of the kingdom of God. One turned into endless maggots, turning into the ground of the kingdom of God.

The other one was eaten by those two angels."

Roland had actually seen it three times in total.

Once in the Yellow-Brown Fern Forest—that is the kingdom of God!

A kingdom of God projected into the Fern Forest!

There are also angels and the Holy Son there.

The Flesh Holy Tree is the Holy Son! The one that crawled out of the blond apprentice is also the Holy Son!

And those 'leech people' wriggling on the Flesh Holy Tree are angels.

Another time was in the Bloodless Fortress. During the battle between two gods, the kingdom of God was briefly projected onto the surface world, so the people in the entire Heraka Church turned into 'silk ribbons'.

They are also angels.

After Florence was silent for a while, she said, "Mr. Lawrence, what you saw were indeed angels and the Holy Son, but they are definitely not normal angels and the Holy Son.

They are either angels and the Holy Son who have been corrupted.

Or, they are fallen angels and dark Holy Son from the abyss and hellish evil gods, or rather, divine abominations."

Originally, Florence was about to be shaken by Roland, but she really turned the tables!

Whether it was in the Yellow-Brown Fern Forest, the Land of Finality, or the Bloodless Fortress, the gods that came out were not normal gods.

Heraka was obviously a god with severe epileptic contamination.

The Yellow Fern Lord is an abyss god.

The Bloodless Baron is also an abyss god.

And Ballet Ghost, Shepherd Tree, these guys are obviously not normal 'angels'—they are that kind of 'strange angel-level little gods', they are bottom-level creatures, projections of mysterious forces from the bottom-level world.

Florence said, "The scripture you are seeing now is actually the 'Old Scripture', it records a very long time ago. At that time, many gods were contaminated by epilepsy, and their angels also became divine abominations."

“That's not what true angels are like.”

Roland nodded and said, “I understand. Thank you, Sister Florence.”

Florence gave a slightly mischievous, victorious smile, and then went back to flipping through books.

Roland didn't say anything. He felt that Florence's words might not be correct, but he didn't want to argue with her.

He simply looked at the book, which contained a passage about the 'Goddess of Dawn' and the 'Divine Son.'

According to the mythology, there was a father who had relations with three goddesses... or rather, was had.

These were three goddesses of the Dawn lineage, belonging to the second generation of Dawn Goddesses. Commonly known as the Dawn Triplets.

These three goddesses were named 'The Chaste Angel (Archangel/Goddess),' 'The Compassionate Saintess (Archangel/Goddess),' and 'The Generous Elf Fairy (Archangel/Goddess).'

The Dawn Goddess statue in this hall is the statue of the Chaste Angel.

The three goddesses gave birth to several children for their husband—the father was not a god, but a mortal.

Several children, three mothers, one father—this sounds quite normal.

But the key is that the youngest child had three mothers.

—The Old Testament says that the Chaste Angel, the Compassionate Saintess, and the Generous Angel were all mothers of the Holy Son. The Compassionate Saintess first gave the Holy Son flesh and blood, and the Chaste Angel and the Generous Angel each gave it once more.

It also says that this child was an idiot—foolish.

Let's not worry about whether he's an idiot or not for now.

A person can only have one mother and one father, right?

How can a person possibly have three mothers and one father at the same time?

Roland thought to himself, 'There are only three possibilities. One is that these three goddesses are the kind of 'humanoid goddesses' that Florence mentioned.

But the child they gave birth to is a bit special.

The first mother gave birth to the head, the second mother gave birth to the torso, and the third mother gave birth to the limbs. Each mother gave birth to one part, and after they were finished, they sewed the child together—so, this child has a bit of a birth defect, an idiot.

The second possibility is that the second mother gave birth to the child once, then stuffed it back into the first mother's belly to give birth again, and then stuffed it into the third mother's belly to give birth again—all three mothers are a bit mentally ill, so the child has a bit of a hereditary condition, an idiot.

The newest novel is at 69shu ba first!

There's also a third possibility.

That is, the three unspeakable goddesses were entangled together, and then they gave birth to this child together.

And then this child is not a normal thing either—in cults, foolishness is often a form of praise. From a certain point of view, foolishness is a form of omniscience.

According to this logic, the creation of the child was also like this: the statues of the gods were entangled together like hemp ropes, pulling the father into their bodies and constantly wriggling. This was what they looked like when they created the child.'

Looking at it this way, can the three goddesses be humanoid?

If the gods are like this, then what are the goddess's children like?

What kind of being is this Holy Son they gave birth to?

This isn't even the thing that makes Roland lose his SAN the most.

What makes Roland lose his SAN the most is that this child is called 'Roland.'

Seeing this, Roland was not well!

He felt that it should be a coincidence.

After all, 'Roland' is clearly a human name—it doesn't look like a god's name at all.

Roland thought to himself, 'If I were that Holy Son, then the name recorded in the mythology would definitely be 'Aleyah'! It definitely wouldn't be called Roland!'

So it should be a coincidence.

Also, the father's name is 'Nip' not 'Anthony.' So it's definitely not my dad.

Yeah, that's right.'

Roland looked at the literature again and thought, “Speaking of which, this father is really pitiful.

When other people have children, it's the mother who suffers.

When they have children, it's the father who suffers!

What's even more terrifying is that this father is a mortal... What did he go through?

Anyone who went through these things would definitely go crazy!

If it were me, I would definitely run away from home, then change my name and surname, and hide in a place where my wives couldn't find me!'

Speaking of this, Roland suddenly paused slightly.

It seems that his father also ran away from home!

And he was also crazy.

Moreover, as far as Roland knows, his father did leave his mark everywhere, finding him several mistresses.

His father often warned Roland not to mess with women, and that one was enough for a lifetime. If you find several at the same time, you'll suffer. He regrets messing with so many women.

Roland always thought that the more wives, the better.

So his father was quite strange.

Men do like to have several wives, but what if these wives are all unspeakable?

So, could it be that his father's name isn't 'Anthony'?

Roland shook his head violently. He felt that it must be a coincidence.

First of all, the time doesn't match.

These documents are from who knows how many millions of years ago.

Secondly, the location doesn't match. The literature describes the mythology of another world—a distance so far that even if the three goddesses stretched out their hands, they wouldn't be able to reach this world.

Finally, there is a big contradiction in the literature. From the description in the literature, the four goddesses are outer gods. They don't belong to this world.

But the 'Chaste Goddess of Dawn' is a god of this world.

Roland thought to himself, 'It should be a metaphor. Ancient myths are often metaphors, like the gods in Greek mythology, who are actually city-states, telling stories between city-states.

Therefore, there are many contradictions in Greek mythology. It makes sense when you replace them with city-states.

The mythology here should be the same. '

Roland is too common a name. There are not hundreds of thousands of people named Roland in this world, but there are tens of thousands.

It's definitely not me.

Roland thought to himself, 'I think the gods worshiped by the church should all be gods of the Greek system. In ancient times, one god controlled one kingdom. One kingdom represented one god.

Therefore, the myths left by the gods are actually about the affairs between kingdoms.

Therefore, the story of the four goddesses and the 'Holy Son Roland' should be that four kingdoms had a war, which gave rise to a small city-state.

Find out if there is a city-state called 'Roland' and you'll know.'

However, Roland doesn't plan to look for it.

He's afraid he won't find it.

Closing the book, Roland doesn't plan to read it anymore.

He came here to study how to advance, not to read stories.

He plans to go back early and ask Johnson for advice, and then have him 'pass on his skills'!

Thinking of this, Roland came to the three statues of the 'Chaste Goddess of Dawn' that made him feel very close, and knelt on the ground to worship them properly.

I don't know what he muttered in his mouth, but he didn't attract the attention of God.

This made Roland breathe a sigh of relief.

After getting up, Roland said to Sister Florence, who was waiting quietly beside him, “Let's go, Little Sister Florence. I'm done reading.”

Florence was a little unhappy. If you're going to call me Sister, just call me Sister. Why do you have to add 'Little'?

However, she's also a little used to hearing it—Roland calls her that when he's in a good mood.

After thinking about it, Florence took advantage of Roland's good mood and asked cautiously, “So, will you come tomorrow? I mean, there's a lot of information here. If you haven't found any clues about the mysterious phenomenon in the monastery, there's no need to rush.”

Roland didn't look for these things at all, but he also understood what Florence meant.

She thinks she can give a true translation of the Old Testament.

Hmm... no wonder I can understand divine script...

Roland rubbed his face and said, “I'll come over if I have time tomorrow.”

Sister Florence secretly breathed a sigh of relief—that's great!

She doesn't care whether Roland is here to check information or investigate the case. She can't wait for Roland to come every day!

The mysterious and abnormal things in the monastery are indeed very important. But this matter hasn't been going on for just a day or two.

These few days don't make a difference.

Besides, so many people outside are handling it. The deputy director of the Mysterious Department and the Holy Son Diana have both come in person. So, Roland doesn't make a difference, does he?

The more Roland comes over, the more he looks at the myths here, maybe he'll really find a clue. After all, it's said that these things are related to the Holy Spirit.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't find a clue. It's good to help translate the documents.

The two walked out of the Scripture Pavilion and headed towards the convalescent area.

On the way, Roland asked a question like this: “Little Sister Florence, there are also ranks among angels, right?”

Sister Florence said, “Yes, Mr. Lawrence.”

Roland nodded, suddenly looked at Florence, then looked at her shadow, and said, “Then am I your superior?”

Florence was slightly stunned, not understanding how Roland could tell that she was also an angel. But the four Holy Sons of the Goddess of Dawn all have some strange powers. Perhaps, his power is 'omniscience.'

After hesitating for a moment, the little sister looked at Roland with a strange look—this guy... he wouldn't want to order me to do some strange things, would he?

After hesitating for a moment, the little sister bit her lip and said, “Yes, sir, you are indeed my superior.”

The sister didn't say 'Mr. Lawrence' but 'sir.'

Roland nodded, his face very ugly.

No wonder she brought me into the highest-level Scripture Hall just like that. Hmm, it's to check information, that's right. It's because I'm an inspector, so the monastery defaults that I can go anywhere!

Sister Florence sent Roland all the way to the ward.

Johnson was slightly stunned when he saw Roland and Sister Florence coming back together, and they were still talking and laughing. Then he showed a bit of displeasure—brat, you're always flirting with women. You don't even let go of nuns. Are you still human?

However, Johnson put the matter aside for the moment.

He was busy looking for Roland.

He was planning to gather that group of old lunatics for a secret meeting and hold a black magic ritual.

It wouldn't be any fun without that little lunatic.

After closing the door, Old Johnson on the hospital bed complained to Roland: "I thought you had been caught by the prosecutors!

You, fellow, your disguise is not professional at all, it's okay to fool the monks here.

But if the people from the Tribunal were to see you, they would definitely suspect you of being a black wizard!"

Roland had just sat back on the hospital bed when he heard this, his eyes flickered slightly, and he hurriedly asked: "Where do you think my disguise is problematic?"

Old Johnson chuckled and said, "Kid, admitting it now?"

Roland nodded, feeling that it was time to explain the situation.

He stood up solemnly, like treating a rabbi, and performed a Black Abyss wizard's salute to Johnson.

Then, Roland said: "Teacher, I am a disciple of the Serpent Tower of the Black Abyss School.

I entered the school thirty-two years ago.

Due to the Law of Suffering, there is absolutely no trace of you in the academy, even the first dean has been regarded as 'Igg'.

So, I didn't recognize you."

Old Johnson stroked his beard and said: "Hmph, the Black Abyss scent on your body is very strong, and the methods you used to deal with those six are also from our Black Abyss.

I had already felt that you were a disciple of the Black Abyss."

After a pause, Johnson asked somewhat cautiously: "Who sent you here?"

Roland said: "In fact, I was sent by Catherine."

"You just said that the young lady sent you here?" Johnson looked at Roland with a strange gaze.

That look was like looking at a mental patient.

Roland's face was full of black question marks, and he thought to himself: 'What's wrong with this old lunatic again?'

(PS: Brothers, 6K today, take a day off. Asking for monthly tickets and recommendation tickets)