I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha

Roland boldly made a hypothesis.

In this hypothesis, he didn't eliminate any of the little Rolands.

So at this moment, if someone were to record their various behaviors with a crystal ball, what would be seen is a thousand people.

But after he eliminated these thousand little Rolands, and then looked at the crystal ball, he would find that there was only one person in the recording.

To put it bluntly, it was that he changed the future, and thus changed the past!

This is definitely a crazy theory!

Roland personally verified this crazy theory.

From his perspective, the result he derived from this crazy theory was the result above—changing the future changes the past!

However, since the future and the past have already been changed, all the arguments disappeared after he verified the crazy theory!

Therefore, this crazy theory is a 'hypothesis' before it is verified.

During the verification process, people will be very convinced that the conclusion of this 'hypothesis' is 'the crazy theory is true'.

However, once the crazy theory is verified, its conclusion will immediately become 'the crazy theory is false'!

No matter how much you investigate the experiment log, no matter how many times you repeatedly observe the newly obtained results, you will come to the conclusion that 'the crazy theory is false'!

Unless no one ever observes it or interferes with it.

Otherwise, its result will definitely change.

Roland sighed: "I'm afraid this crazy theory of mine can't be published.

I can't prove that I'm not crazy!"

At this moment, Roland couldn't help but feel a sense of emotion once again.

In his own eyes, everyone else is blind.

But in everyone's verification, isn't he also crazy?

Shaking his head, Roland came to the mirror.

"This mirror was originally not a strange object, just an antique.

However... it is now deeply intertwined with the mysteries of Straw Town."

"After I eliminated the desires and obsessions sealed within the mirror, this strange object was formed."

Stroking his chin, Roland sized himself up in the mirror.

He repeatedly played the game of losing names and picking up names for a while.

Then he discovered a wonderful use for this mirror.

"This is an excellent strange object for concealing one's identity!"

"It can also be used to steal people's names!"

Putting away this strange object, Roland walked out of the church.

But he found that the seven nuns were unwilling to leave.

Everyone tugged at the old man, pointing at the church.

Roland suddenly understood.

"You're saying you want to take the church away?"

Roland sized up the magnificent church.

Now, although Straw Town has disappeared, the sweat of the little Rolands still remains here.

The church that was burned down in the past has been perfectly repaired, even rebuilt, by the power of Straw Town and the little Rolands.

It was morning, and the sky was exceptionally clear.

Clear sunlight passed through the huge stained glass windows on both sides of the church, forming beams of Tyndall light.

Beneath the light beams were colorful shadows of mythological stories.

The background of the shadows was the slowly floating clouds in the sky.

Within the vast church, every mural and every sculpture was a crystallization of art that gathered the wisdom of thousands upon thousands of people.

It would be a real pity if this cathedral were to gather dust in this Straw Town.

It took a lot of effort from the little Rolands to repair this church.

In order to make it more in line with the style of the Heraka Church, several master artist little Rolands put their heart and soul into redesigning the church's murals and sculptures, almost exhausting themselves into immortals here.

This is how much merit!

The church can be discarded, but the statue can't be left to gather dust here, right?

Since he intends to take the statue away, he might as well take the church away with him.

Specially enshrining the statue of the Heraka, in this way, the nuns will also have a place to live.

And he's carrying the Heraka's church and statue with him.

Who can say that he is not pious?

Say that he is a hypocrite with no faith at all?

The kasaya must be worn on the body to show that one has merit!

The church must be carried with you to show that you have sincerity!

The more guilty Roland felt, the more he felt that the work on the surface had to be done well.

If this superficial work is done well, when Heraka looks down on him from the sky next time, even if she doesn't give him any benefits, she won't bestow any disasters, right?

Roland made up his mind to take this church away.

'If I can make it smaller, some of it can indeed be taken away.

I remember there are a few magic spells that can be used.'

Roland put the statue of Heraka back in its original place, then came to the outside of the church and took out his magic wand and busied himself.

On the other side...

After Shadow Wizard shook off those strange banshees, he fled all the way to the border.

Then he transformed back into his main body to continue flying madly towards the Twilight Council's territory in a way that reduced magic consumption.

Those Holy Fire Servants were not only skilled in swordsmanship, but also very skilled in fire, burning his soul and body with heavy injuries.

And those banshees... were extremely strange.

They all used the Black Abyss's signature magic, which was extremely ruthless.

They should obviously be the Black Abyss's janitors!

But they also knew the Styx curse... typical Heraka dependents!

If he hadn't been quick-witted and used language to disrupt the Black Abyss wizard's mind, he would have really been lost there.

Shadow Wizard had lingering fears.

He had long heard that the Black Abyss wizards were extraordinary, but he never thought that two formal wizards and four elite apprentices on his side would almost fail to escape from him!

Suddenly, the wizard spat out some black viscous substance, and immediately felt his body weakened a bit.

He was sure that he had been hit by some extremely vicious curse.

He was seriously injured now, and he couldn't deal with this curse alone, so he could only barely suppress it.

He had to return to the academy for treatment as soon as possible.

He was anxious and drank a few bottles of magic potions in a hurry to speed up.

But as he flew, he found that the things he spat out were getting more and more.

Not only was black stuff flowing out of his mouth, but that wet, sticky black substance was also coming out of his ears and nose.

After covering his mouth and vomiting wildly, the wizard suddenly felt a particularly itchy throat.

He poked his throat with his fingers a few times, and then, as if pulling a ball of yarn, he pulled out a large pile of black substance.

The wizard cheered up, rubbed his eyes, and looked at the black substance... it turned out to be hair! Black and red hair!

The hair was flowing blood while flowing out.

Hair kept pouring out of the wizard's ears, nose, mouth, and eyes.

He was like a madman, constantly pulling out those hairs.

Slowly, his whole person became smaller and smaller like a ball of yarn.

When he pulled out the last thread, only a mass of skin remained.

The person was also dead.

Judging from his frantic actions before his death, his sanity was gone after he pulled the hair out of his mouth.

The creature that killed the wizard was very terrifying.

After those large clumps of wet hair were pulled out, they wriggled on their own.

The hair kept going in and out of the skin inside and out, sucking up all the flesh and blood, and then condensed into a red-dressed banshee made of human skin.

She picked up that piece of human skin wearing clothes, carefully folded the human skin, hid it in her arms like a precious treasure, and then took the wizard's clothes and several storage bags on his waist and flew away into the distance.

Halfway, she suddenly stopped quietly in place.

After a while, she picked out a storage bag from the wizard's clothes that was very small in appearance, but had a large space.

This storage bag looked like a lady's small purse.

I don't know which poor witch suffered the poisonous hands of this wizard.

Red Bride took out the stack of human skin from her arms and stuffed it into the small purse.

After that, she slightly extracted a part from the other storage bags.

After picking out some things she liked.

Only then did she make the red purse completely red and stuff it into her chest.

Carrying the remaining things, Red Bride flew towards Straw Town.

That red shadow dancing in the air actually had a bit of joy.

On this side...

Roland was busy for a long time and ate several bottles of magic potions before slowly making the church smaller.

He had seen scenes of wizards moving in some documents.

For example, Black Abyss had changed places several times before.

Roland had also witnessed the scene of a witch moving.

She just flipped through a book and recited a spell, and then folded it like folding paper, and the hunter's hut and a large area of ​​surrounding land were folded into paper and stuffed into her wallet.

Roland didn't understand that spell and used the most common magic spell.

But he had managed to practice this magic spell to level 5.

Many entry-level wizards can't reach this level.

Only intermediate first-order wizards can comprehend some commonly used magic spells to this level.

Roland considered himself to be very powerful in magic.

As a formal wizard, his magic power can be said to be very profound.

But it took him several hours to deal with this church.

He deeply remembered that his senior had folded it so easily and the matter was done.

The church is indeed larger than the hunter's hut and the surrounding area, but the senior folded the hunter's hut away, and she was just an advanced apprentice at the time!

So the difficulty of the two things is the same.

His magic spell has been practiced to level 5, what level is the senior's magic?

I'm afraid it's a level that he can hardly imagine.

Or rather, in terms of the skill of using magic, the senior's understanding of magic is probably at the level of a 4th or even 5th order wizard.

Roland suddenly discovered something, the senior could kill him with a flick of her fingers!

Recalling the things that the little Rolands had done these days, the recordings they had made, and the things they had said when calling the senior, Roland covered his face again and sat on the steps, rubbing his face for a long time.

How do you explain this?

Unless personally witnessing it, even madness couldn't verify everything!

So this matter is inexplicable!

She absolutely must not come out of seclusion, she should properly cultivate in seclusion!

Otherwise, when she comes out, I definitely won't have a good outcome!

Perhaps I should really consider the suggestion of the Corpse Witch Roland and find a bigger dog.

Picking up his dimensional bag, Roland placed the items inside into his ring.

Then, he used a magic array to store the small church, which had already turned into a small house, into the dimensional bag.

At this time, Red Spirit also returned. Roland rummaged through the storage bag she brought back, then turned over his own numerous storage bags, dimensional bags, and spatial rings.

He put all sorts of junk into the spare storage bags. Then, he put miscellaneous items and things he didn't use often into the dimensional bag, and had the nuns place these items in the church.

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Next, Roland put those items that he needed to use at any time, involving privacy, and things that were inconvenient for others to know, into the spatial ring with the small snake head.

He could take out the things in the ring with a thought, and destroy them with another thought!

Therefore, things like crystal ball recordings, and 'browser history' that should be deleted before death, were all placed in the ring.

After thinking about it, Roland picked out a few extra storage bags and threw them to the 8 servants. He also specially gave them some magic stones.

“Later on, you can also have everyone help carry furniture and such. Hmm, the junk in my bag is already a bit too much, it’s time to sell some of it off.”

While rummaging through things, Roland discovered that there were many new words on his stack of parchment used for communication.

Most of them were inquiries about Roland's recent situation.

Everyone suddenly remembered Roland. And they realized that they hadn't contacted Roland for a long time, and were very worried about whether he was still alive.

It seems that the recent war is being fought very fiercely.

There was a letter from Avice. It seems that this guy who took my place on the battlefield is still alive and well. He described his recent situation, mainly thanking Roland, he has already stepped into the first door of the Path of Truth. Now he is Wallace's deputy, responsible for transportation work, considered second-line and logistics.

Today he heard Wallace say that Roland had advanced, so he congratulated Roland on stepping into the first door of the Path of Truth.

I don't know how Wallace heard about it. Maybe he heard the senior sister mention it before, and today he suddenly thought of Roland, and matched the person in the senior sister's mouth with Roland.

Wallace also sent a message— Brat, I know you're not dead, hurry up and pay back the money.

Roland was embarrassed.

Roland is a typical person who values women over friends, he thinks about his senior sister when he gets rich, and doesn't pay back his old brother's money.

He had paid back most of the money he owed Wallace before the Forbidden Land incident. There were still a few hundred magic stones left. But now there is some interest every month, and I don't know how much it has increased.

He hurriedly reported his safety to Wallace, saying that he would pay back the money this month with interest.

The next message was from Yingtao.

The content was very ambiguous, mainly that she suddenly thought of Roland today.

Then, she also expressed that the poems Roland wrote to her were very good, and she would hide them from her husband. But she would tell Catherine. Ask Catherine what she thinks about the 3P suggestion Roland made.

Roland was not well.

“You bunch of scumbags… How much trouble have you guys caused!”

Roland has the memories of the little Rolands, but there are too many of them, and they have done too many things.

Roland hurriedly sent a message back, the content was roughly, please let me go, don't tell.

Yingtao sent back a message, the general content was 'Secrecy comes at a price'. She will tell Roland what the price is when she has thought it over.

Roland felt a headache.

He was blackmailed by a female rogue.

After being upset for a while, he turned to the letter from Mentor Usak.

After Mentor Usak thought of his disciple Roland, he knew that he had lost his name, and sorted out the affairs of Straw Town today.

So he concluded that Roland had advanced.

He praised his good disciple. Although his disciple's ability to cause trouble is top-notch, his ability to solve problems is also top-notch. I don't know if this is praise or complaint.

Finally, he said to let Roland prepare, he would be looking for him soon. Roughly, he should be going to the Twilight Council's territory with a very noble lady to participate in some things.

It seems that the lady is also a certain heir of the White Queen, and is a very high-ranking sequence.

Perhaps it's senior sister's cousin or something?

The meaning between the lines of the mentor, there is some appearance of sending Roland over to be a bodyguard, and by the way, to do some things. At the same time, he also hinted to Roland that the task is related to the Prisoner Seed. But this matter must be kept absolutely secret.

It seems that it is a big task with great risks.

And the so-called bodyguard of the White Queen's heir, how can there be any weak ones? Being a bodyguard is to block knives for that lady.

As for whether to arrange for Roland to go, the mentor has not yet decided. He is a little worried about whether Roland can be competent for this task. So is that noble lady.

He told Roland to wait for news, if that noble big shot didn't kick Roland out of the list, and felt that he was barely okay, then Roland would need to go back and meet that noble lady.

“Just advanced, and the mentor has arranged a not-so-small job for me.”

“It seems that I can’t relax in the territory.”

“The mentor is trying to forcibly pull me out to sell my life to others.”

The White Chess Council accepts the Black Abyss Wizards, a group of thugs, because they can sell their lives.

And the Snake Tower has always been the special forces of the Black Abyss. There are many such jobs of selling lives.

All the Snake Tower wizards are fighting on the battlefield every day, or going deep behind enemy lines to do things.

Many people may have already died. There are also many new people entering the Snake Tower.

Roland is no longer the youngest disciple.

Before his little seed sprouted, everyone took care of him. Now that he has become a small tree, he should also experience some wind and rain.

According to the tradition of the Black Abyss, good seedlings must grow strong in the baptism of storms.

Only those who can survive are the real seedlings.

Roland has always been taken care of by Mentor Usak, both publicly and privately, he will not avoid this task.

What's more, he has always been interested in the Twilight Wizards, even if the mentor doesn't assign a task, he plans to go out and take a look.

After thinking about it, Roland wrote some words to Lilith. Roughly, when to go out to play.

Before long, she replied—Don't bother me, you annoying ghost.

Hmm... Senior sister is studying (in seclusion), so Lilith should have been pressed by the mentor to study in the Snake Tower.

Putting away the things, Roland flew to his tower. Near the tower, he saw a carriage heading towards the tower.

The carriage was carrying a lot of vegetarian dishes, meat, groceries, and other daily necessities.

The coachman was slightly old, and on the co-driver's seat of the carriage, there was also a half-grown little girl sitting. It looked like the coachman's little granddaughter.

Roland landed below the tower, waiting for the carriage to come over.

The coachman got out of the car and walked over excitedly: "Lord Roland, usually those ghosts come to pick up the goods, it's been so many years since I've seen you... You're still so young!"

Roland looked Old John up and down and found that some white hair had grown on his temples.

Roland suddenly had a feeling as if he had been away from the world.

It seems, it seems that he has been in the tower for more than two or three years, but already three or five years?

Roland came back to his senses and asked: "Old John, how many years have I been here?"

Old John sighed and said: "Master, it's been eight years."