I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha

The waiter took a bottle of wine and returned alone to a small bar upstairs. The bar was empty, but a nun was waiting for the waiter there.

The nun was anxious and kept looking at the time. Seeing that the waiter had only just returned, she complained, "Why were you two so long? The Master will finish his prayers soon."

The two hurriedly apologized and quickly placed the wine in an ice bucket on the trolley.

There were also some decorations on the trolley, and even a bouquet of fresh flowers.

It seemed that the wine was prepared for a certain Master's breakfast—and it was only four o'clock in the morning.

The kitchen must be busy.

The nun didn't let the two follow, and pushed the trolley away directly.

After the nun left, the female waiter smiled and said to the male waiter: "You just arrived today, you have to report to the supervisor, and also collect your uniform and other things."

The male waiter was very handsome, and the female waiter's attitude towards him was very good.

The male waiter quickly thanked her.

The female waiter tossed her hair and took the male waiter to find the supervisor. On the way, she asked, "By the way, what's your name?"

The male waiter said, "Lance, Miss, my name is Lance."

This guy was Roland.

While the waiter and sailor went to fetch the wine, he had just entered the cargo hold.

The waiter and sailor were ordinary people, and Roland didn't use magic on them. He slightly influenced their minds, and they regarded Roland as one of their own.

The nun was quite strong, with an early Stage One realm. But the moment she saw Roland's eyes, her perception was influenced by Roland.

'Mind Warp' is indeed very useful. Roland has been practicing on the Red Saintess all these years, and he has become extremely proficient.

Roland had an outstanding talent for influencing cognition. He was in contact with the bottom of society every day, and he could almost be said to know all kinds of evil gods and mysterious creatures every day. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was a small evil god.

As long as he doesn't encounter a Stage Two wizard, basically no one can escape Roland's tricks.

It was already five o'clock when they arrived at the place, and the supervisor was already up.

However, when the supervisor saw Roland, he didn't see Roland and the female waiter, but three people—Roland released Diana.

He promised to take her to eat mutton, didn't he?

According to the female waiter, the restaurant on this ship is quite good. The chef used to be a personal chef of a country called 'Saint Malroed Kingdom'!

The dishes here are better than what many kings eat, with top-notch cooking.

If you miss this opportunity, it won't be easy to find such a chef.

Roland pulled the timid Miss Diana and asked the supervisor to handle various things for them, including two work permits and uniforms.

They work in the restaurant, and since it's almost morning, they have to go immediately.

There are many restaurants on the ship, and the restaurant where Roland and Miss Diana are located is the best one.

The supervisor personally took the two to the restaurant, and on the way, he said: "The ship has always been short of staff. The third mate recruited you from the port of 'Saint Malroed' three days ago. It was a good decision!

Although you are temporary crew members and will disembark after landing today, believe me, this will be an unforgettable journey for you.

However, there are some things you need to be careful about—the leader of the Holy Medical Society, 'Isabella', is on this ship. You can think of her as a 'quasi-king'."

Quasi-king... This title is funny.

There is indeed no such thing as a quasi-king. But there is a 'quasi-kingdom'.

After listening, the male waiter found that the name of this Holy Medical Society was very ordinary, but this society was very remarkable!

It is a knight order from the 'Saint Malroed Kingdom'.

This society initially came from a royal hospital in the kingdom—or rather, a monastery with a hospital nature established by Saint King Malroed for the church.

The Holy Medical Knights were initially a group of doctors, nurses, and security guards.

The society has a long history. In the beginning, it provided medical care and took care of patients. Since the hospital was located on a necessary path for pilgrims, protecting the pilgrims was also an important responsibility.

Later, this society unknowingly gained military sovereignty.

The Holy Medical Knights participated in many famous battles in history and made outstanding contributions.

In addition, the leaders of the past generations were elite and capable, so the knight order grew stronger.

Now, the 'Saint Malroed Kingdom' no longer exists for various reasons and has been taken back by the Holy See.

However, under the operation of the leader, the Holy See gave the territory of the 'Saint Malroed Kingdom' to the knight order—it had to, because the actual controller there was this knight order.

This land no longer has the sovereignty of a kingdom, or rather, there is no existence of royal power. It is a quasi-kingdom.

Therefore, the leader of the knight order is like a king—the leader 'Isabella' is a countess and also a saint.

The demise of the Saint Malroed Kingdom and the magpie's nest occupation of the knight order were all planned by Isabella alone.

Interestingly, this kingdom originally belonged to her father and brother.

She is the eldest princess.

What a filial daughter.

Since she has a position in an extremely important department of the Holy See, she does not often stay in the territory.

This is a kind of restriction imposed on her by some people in the Holy See—the leader cannot often return to the headquarters of the knight order. Usually, the affairs of the headquarters are handled by people sent by the Holy See.

Lady Isabella has a bit of a being hollowed out. Most of the logistics of the entire knight order are also in the hands of the Holy See.

But Lady Isabella accepted this position because this department is called the 'Heretical Inquisition'!

Therefore, many people on this ship are from the church. Most of the people in the church are from the Heretical Inquisition!

Well, there are also some special passengers—on the way back from Malroed this time, Miss Isabella and her subordinates captured a bunch of black wizards from the East Border.

When they land, they will be tied up one by one and burned with holy fire!

The supervisor said with a solemn expression: "Pay attention, these days the knight masters have been staring at the passengers and crew, especially our crew members.

The arbitration knight masters believe that there are black wizards among our people!

If you are regarded as a black wizard... even if you are not, you are!

Hearing this, Roland's face stiffened slightly.

If he is seen, it's over!

There are several autobiographies of heretical inquisition knights in Dagmar's study.

Judging from these autobiographies, the Inquisition is the group of people who pay the most attention to the East Border.

Any wizard who is slightly famous in the East Border is on the Inquisition's blacklist of key concerns.

Black Abyss is the most important. Because the White Chess Council has contact with the South, and teams often go to the South for exchanges.

Roland is now very famous among Stage One wizards. The main thing is the matter of the Bleak Blood Fortress.

Such a big change, such big news, some newspapers in the Southern Border will also report it.

Therefore, Roland is 100% on the Inquisition's blacklist of key concerns—no need to find photos, they are in the newspaper!

Roland turned around and wanted to take Diana away, but a gaze fell on Roland from behind the door in front.

Roland's face became extremely ugly.

The gaze cast through the door gave Roland great pressure.

It was even more terrifying than the pressure of that gaze when Dagmar chased and killed him.

—A late Stage Two powerhouse!

The sweat on Roland's face flowed down.

The gaze left after sweeping a glance. Roland followed the supervisor into the restaurant with a stiff face.

Roland looked at the people in knight uniforms in the restaurant, and his face became even more ugly.

This is the best restaurant on the ship—to put it bluntly, it is a place dedicated to cooking small stoves!

So, the people eating here are all the heads of the Inquisition!

There are not many people yet, but there are already a dozen—all of them are elites!

Moreover, half of them have a Mediterranean hairstyle.

This hairstyle is called 'Crown of Thorns', basically the entire top of the head is shaved, leaving only some hair on the edges. Some people have big beards, so the hair and beard are connected together.

This hairstyle is very common among monks in the Middle Ages. But now it is very rare.

Nowadays, tonsure has become a formalism. Basically, a few strands of hair are cut off and a ceremony is done.

Very few people are truly tonsured.

Unless it is asceticism!

Asceticism is the elite among the elite!

And the asceticism of the Heretical Inquisition... is the extreme fanatic among the fanatics!

The most famous thing in the East Border is madmen.

And the most famous thing in the South is 'fanatics'.

They are all lunatics!

It's only five o'clock now, but everyone is getting up quite early—this group of fanatics doesn't sleep in the second half of the night. Get up to pray.

Logically speaking, they usually finish praying at five o'clock and come over at six o'clock.

Therefore, the waiters can eat a meal around five o'clock.

But it seems that something is happening today, so the masters came a little early.

This restaurant is very similar to a small banquet hall where the king entertains his ministers, and it is a very retro medieval small banquet hall.

There are three long tables in total.

There are two long tables on the left and right, and there is also a row of long tables at the top—the leaders and chiefs sit there facing the door.

Roland and Diana are now standing at the door.

And the dozen or so people in the restaurant are now standing behind the long table at the top, talking around a cold-faced female knight with scars on her face.

The female knight commander was very beautiful, but unfortunately, the scars on her face were a bit disfiguring.

And it wasn't just one scar, but six!

However, rather than calling them scars, they were more like healed red marks.

They looked like perfectly healed wounds, but the skin in those areas was slightly reddish.

The six scars were very evenly distributed, with three on the left side of her face and three on the right.

This, combined with the reddish color, made her look like a tabby cat.

What was originally a beautiful and aloof female knight suddenly became a bit comical.

Seeing the supervisor bring Roland and Diana in, the scarred female knight's gaze fell upon them.

After scanning them twice, the female knight narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at Roland.

In that instant, Roland's mind buzzed.

Roland could clearly feel that this person possessed divinity!

A divinely favored one? A saint? An angel?!

It's over!

Roland's scalp went numb.

Diana, who was beside him, was almost crying—it was all young master Lance's fault for insisting on eating mutton!

Now, the two of them were going to become items on the menu!

Roland really wanted to ask the heavens—just a few hours ago, when he was observing the celestial phenomena on the Stormwind, he had observed the trajectory of the Star of Fortune!

Today was still supposed to be his lucky day!

His fortune was supposed to be high today!

In order to successfully maintain his disguise on the ship, he had even specially summoned Little Red Hand!

And the result was... he really hit the jackpot!

At this moment, someone spoke to the female knight, and she continued to chat with that person.

Roland breathed a great sigh of relief.

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Those people probably thought of him as a waiter.

He couldn't stay on this ship for long; he had to leave as soon as they reached the shore.

The supervisor quickly told Roland and Diana to go help in the kitchen. The two of them breathed a great sigh of relief and went to the kitchen.

After the two left, the supervisor came to the female knight's side, ingratiatingly, and said, "Vice Commander 'Jeanne,' that Lance and Diana are temporary waiters who just came on board today. They were recruited when you boarded the ship, and they're also from Malta!~~"

It was fortunate that Roland and Diana weren't here, or Diana would have burst into tears on the spot!

This sentence stepped on several landmines!

—Temporary waiters who just came on board. But they were recruited three days ago!

Most importantly, the people in front of them from Malta were speaking with a Malta accent!

Sure enough, everyone paused for a few seconds after hearing this.

The group exchanged glances, and then Vice Commander 'Jeanne' revealed a very polite smile and chatted with the supervisor for a few words.

Although Miss Jeanne looked very aloof, she was surprisingly approachable to ordinary people. The supervisor was practically floating when he left.

This Miss Jeanne was no ordinary person; she was from the former royal family! A proper Princess of Saint Malta! Now that Saint Malta was no longer a kingdom and had become the headquarters of the Holy Medical Knights, Jeanne's status had actually become even higher!

Now, she was a person of great power with real authority.

As for the commander, Isabella, her status was even higher.

Don't let her countess title fool you; she was actually the true queen of Saint Malta!

And of the military, political, and religious kind!

On the other side, Roland and Diana arrived in the kitchen and managed to catch breakfast.

Fortunately, the waiters' breakfast was the same as the guests'.

Unfortunately, the zealots were eating clear water, black bread, and a small dish of salt.

There was mutton—boiled in plain water.

It had a strong, gamey smell!

However, Diana was eating with relish; she even prayed before the meal. It seemed she really liked this kind of diet.

This girl was obviously a zealot.

And the most mentally unstable kind!

Besides clear water, there was actually some wine. The ascetics didn't drink alcohol, but others did.

Roland found his food tasteless.

He quietly took out a piece of information.

This was Lance's profile, which included information about his sugar mama, along with a magic photo of her.

The woman in the magic photo was none other than Countess Isabella.

Upon closer inspection, Isabella and the scarred female knight had a seventy or eighty percent resemblance.

Roland thought to himself, 'It seems that the female knight from earlier was Commander 'Isabella.'

Could this Isabella be the sugar mama on 'Lance's' list?

If he was really exposed, he might really have to use Lance's identity to muddle through.

But this wasn't a long-term solution; he still had to leave as soon as possible.

Roland looked at his pocket watch. The supervisor had said earlier that the Victoria Queen would arrive in port at exactly two o'clock in the afternoon, which was still eight hours away.

The waiters ate in shifts. While Roland and the others were eating, many people were busy.

At this time, Roland and the others had finished eating and joined in the work.

Diana was very familiar with this kind of work. When the lord's house was busy in the past, she had also worked as a temporary maid.

Roland had spent many years in a castle and had often played the role of a male servant. After mimicking for a while, he regained his former feeling.

The people of the Medical Knights were very retro. The ascetics even wore medieval linen clothing. Many customs were similar to the Middle Ages. The two blended into the group of waiters without attracting attention.

While serving in the restaurant, Roland quietly paid attention to Miss 'Isabella.' The female knight didn't look at him again.

Roland couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He muttered to himself, 'I remember that the nun specially sent a breakfast. But because she had something to do, she came to the restaurant to eat with everyone?'

Time passed quickly. After the guests left, Roland and the others began to clean the restaurant, busying themselves inside and out.

After finishing, everyone stayed in the restaurant and the kitchen, chatting idly with the cooks. They spent the whole morning in the restaurant.

If there was something to do, they could go out. As long as they came back when it was time to get busy at ten o'clock. But Roland didn't dare to wander around and stayed in the restaurant.

He mingled with the crowd, taking the opportunity to familiarize himself with the southern accent.

Roland had caused trouble because of his accent in his dreams. So he paid close attention to this matter.

However, as a wizard, accent was not a problem for him. Some wizards could even speak bird language if they wanted to.

Several people in the restaurant were from the 'Kingdom of Malta.' Roland chatted with them for a while. In addition to the accent, he also learned about the local customs, culture, and habits.

In one morning, Roland became a Maltese.

The people who worked in this restaurant were all very young and beautiful. The waitresses seemed to like chatting with Roland.

To be honest, Roland didn't know what his current image was, but judging from the shining eyes of the ladies, 'Lawrence' seemed to be very handsome.

One of the waitresses said the following when chatting with Roland: "Don't joke around, Lance. You must be Maltese. Look at your hair and eyes... You might even be a noble~~"

Roland's eyes couldn't help but move slightly.

Malta... This morning, Roland had gained some understanding of this place.

If he used the geography of Earth as a benchmark, Malta's location would be equivalent to Italy.

As for the race, they were somewhat similar to the ancient Romans. They were one of the oldest races in the Southern Region.

In addition, many archbishops had appeared in this kingdom, so there were many religious people. Therefore, Maltese nobles were very respected in the South—most of them were related to the Holy See.

Roland asked curiously, "What do my hair and eyes look like?"

Several waitresses smiled and didn't directly answer Roland. Instead, they told this young, new brother a story—this brother looked only sixteen years old, but he said he was twenty-five this year, how amusing.

The joke was about a person named Brown who went to have an affair—the punchline was about his 'strange black hair' and the color of his eyes.

Brown was the color of Brown's eyes—brown.

But the hair there was black, and his hair was also black.

Black hair, brown eyes.

After listening, Roland couldn't help but reveal a strange expression.

Lance and Lawrence were both Maltese with black hair and brown eyes?

Roland couldn't help but look at the waiters—there were actually quite a few people with black hair and brown eyes here. The second most common was brown hair. In comparison, blond hair and blue eyes were actually relatively rare. They were more common in the North.

The South was different from the Eastern Region. There weren't many people with this image in the Eastern Region, but people with this 'ancient Roman ancestry' were very common in the South.

About half of the monks from earlier had black hair and brown eyes.

Roland asked again, "I saw that many of the people from the Holy Medical Knights had blond hair and blue eyes?"

The waitress said, "Yes, they are also Maltese, but they belong to the 'Highgarden race.'"

Roland couldn't help but think of that Miss 'Isabella.' She should be a typical Highgarden race.

Highgarden people... Roland felt that their faces were very Germanic, very Prussian. A bit like Germans.

Especially when Miss Elizabeth spoke, she was very imposing and strong, like a female special agent.

One of the waitresses told Roland that Malta had changed dynasties countless times now—now it was like Rome, and even the country was gone.

However, people with this kind of 'ancient Roman noble face' generally had ancient noble blood.

Don't look down on these ladies just because they're waitresses; they're waitresses on the Victoria Queen!

Although it's the service industry, they're legitimate, high-paying workers with high standards. Many of them studied in convents when they were young, and some are even the younger daughters of aristocratic families.

They're not only literate but also love to read. They know a lot of history. Dressed in decent clothes, they look more like noblewomen than many of the female passengers.

Amidst the chattering, one of the ladies said, "Before the emergence of 'Protestantism,' the south was always ruled by the Aleye Royal Family. Although the empire and this royal family have long ceased to exist, there are still many collateral lines of great nobles."

Roland's pupils suddenly contracted, and he asked, "What did you say?"

The lady was stunned for a moment and said, "The Aleye Royal Family, of course. Although this family has disappeared, members of the ancient imperial family all had faces like yours."

Roland: "."

He thought to himself, 'I am indeed the last Aleye. Could I be some kind of prince? What was the status of the Aleye family in the south before? It seems they belonged to the Old Church. Then what is our relationship with the current Pope of the Protestant Church?'

Hiss, could it be that the reason why those female monsters like the Countess are always trying to suck a bite out of me is because of my bloodline?'