I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha

"My good son-in-law, are you still not planning on taking a wife?

— Oh, I'm talking about Catherine and Anna."

Roland's pupils suddenly contracted, and his hand paused.

He brought the photo closer and asked, "What do you mean?"

In the photo, old man Saladin happily pinched his beard, revealing a smug smile—he knew this would work.

Saladin said, "They are both currently in a room specifically for treating mental illnesses at the 'Saint Wilmik Monastery.'"

Old Biden often told lies, and Roland didn't know if he was telling the truth, but he didn't dare to gamble.

But he pretended not to believe it at all, saying, "Stop it, they're both in Alaca Prison right now, how could they have run over here?"

Saladin in the photo was stunned, then laughed heartily for a long time.

Roland frowned and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Saladin said leisurely, "My good son-in-law, it's been a full twenty-four years since we last parted.

Twenty years is indeed short, but enough for many things to happen."

Roland said, "What nonsense are you talking about? Twenty years?"

Saladin chuckled and said, "As for whether I'm lying to you, you can take a look at the news.

As for whether Catherine and Anna are at the 'Saint Wilmik Monastery'... who knows what they're doing there?

Perhaps visiting patients? Heh heh heh."

Roland didn't believe that two people could come to visit patients in the name of a visiting group.

The Hydra had already broken face with Black Sails.

Given the current situation in the Eastern Territory and the South, if the higher-ups from the Eastern Territory really came over, they would probably be placed under house arrest as hostages.

Hiss... Could it really have been over twenty years?

Then Catherine, unable to connect with him, brought Anna over for a visit?

And as a result, they were locked up?

The more Roland thought about it, the more he felt a cold sweat.

He asked, "What exactly do you want?"

Saladin chuckled and said, "My good son-in-law, we've already taken family photos, we can't just run away from home like this, without going back.

Otherwise, my good daughter would be so sad."

Roland said angrily, "You know your daughter will be sad, but you killed your son-in-law in the first place?

If I become your son-in-law, I'll be killed by you sooner or later!"

Hearing Roland mention Lawrence, Saladin's face turned gloomy.

He said, "Roland, you will slowly come to know whether that guy deserved to die or not... As for you, you are a talent.

The Eastern Territory and the South are about to go to war, and looking at the current situation, the Eastern Territory will undoubtedly be defeated.

A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.

To put it another way, the Hydra is a good way out.

I have no other requirements for you.

As long as you treat my daughter well, I promise to give you and your friends and family a way out in the future."

Roland wasn't moved at all, but he wanted to go to the Saint Wilmik Monastery to take a look.

Lawrence's identity was just right, his wife Isabella was currently visiting in the monastery.

Roland said, "Time.

Saladin, I can promise you to help you clean up the mess of killing your son-in-law.

But I won't stay here forever."

Saladin held out one finger: "My only condition is that you can leave at any time as long as my daughter no longer suspects you.

After that, the way out I leave for you will always be valid."

Roland felt a little strange in his heart, he said, "You mean, your daughter still suspects whether I am Lawrence or not?"

How is this possible?

At noon, 'Miss Isabella' was still like that.

She is such a cold person, if she didn't regard herself as Lawrence, how could she be so hot in front of her?

Like a cat, rubbing against herself.

Regarding Roland's words, Saladin smiled silently and said, "My silly son, do your best.

I believe that you and Lawrence are different people."

Roland said, "Wait, don't go yet!

What's going on with my photo?

How could Lawrence in the photo look like me?"

Saladin stroked his beard and asked curiously, "With your intelligence, can't you guess?"

Saladin had long heard of his son-in-law... Or rather, in these twenty years, he began to pay attention to his good son-in-law.

He read a lot of Roland's crazy remarks.

So, he had some intentions to test him.

As long as he could say a little bit of superficial knowledge, this was a remarkable talent!

Roland frowned, and suddenly he had a guess.

Then his whole person was not well.

He muttered to himself, "Impossible, how could it be... Could it be that a part of Lawrence's past and future has been turned into me?

In theory, it is indeed feasible, because Lawrence is an angel, a person who does not exist in this world.

Therefore, as long as his lifeline in the world is forcibly pulled to Roland's body... everyone will think that Lawrence is Roland.

And if this lifeline is pulled long enough, then even his past, future, and present will become Roland!

You can't pull it so deep, you infinitely hate your son-in-law.

So, you pulled the lifeline to the point where 'everyone thinks Lawrence is Roland.'

Then you just made some fake photos to deceive people.

No wonder!

No wonder Isabella would think I am Lawrence!

I guessed wrong before, you didn't tell others that Lawrence occupied Roland's body.

Because you don't need to!

Because in the memory of this world, Lawrence has looked like me from the very beginning!

But how is this possible... What method did you use to do such a thing?"

This is equivalent to inserting a person into this world, a similar thing that Roland had encountered before—Renard.

Or rather, the King of Yellow Fern!

The King of Yellow Fern has such power.

Regarding Roland's question, Saladin did not give an answer.

But from his eyes, you could see a bit of shock.

After a moment, Saladin nodded in satisfaction.

This kid is a bit too smart, he can't say many things directly.

One is that after saying it, Roland is easy to misunderstand, thus causing misjudgment.

One is that after saying it, he can no longer know whether this kid can be entrusted with important tasks in the following things.

Regarding Roland's question of 'How did you do it,' Saladin said these meaningful words: "My good son-in-law, be yourself, the sky won't fall.

There are many, many interesting mysteries in the South.

Explore them well with my two daughters."

Two daughters?

Is he referring to Catherine and Isabella?

Roland showed a strange look.

Saladin finally said, "They have left the hospital.

Go to the city hall or the Inquisition in this city to find them, the Inquisition is diagonally opposite the city hall.

Remember my request.

Only when Isabella no longer suspects you, will you have a way out."

This old guy doesn't seem to be worried at all that Roland will go to the monastery and rescue Catherine and Anna to run away.

Roland fell into deep thought, he couldn't understand who this person was more and more.

He initially suspected that Saladin was the King of Thousand Eyes—the King of Yellow Fern forcibly descended and was eaten by him!

So, he did something on Lawrence's relics, so it was like a person sprinkling pheromones on an ant nest.

Everyone suddenly began to think that Lawrence was Roland.

However, many mysteries in the South can also do this.

Moreover, if Saladin is the King of Thousand Eyes, many of his operations are very confusing—at least in the eyes of Roland, the person involved, many things cannot be explained.

Roland couldn't understand, and didn't want to think deeply about it anymore.

He has three things to do now.

First, confirm the current situation in the Eastern Territory.

Second, play Lawrence well, don't let Isabella become suspicious, and find a chance to go to the mental hospital together.

Third, confirm whether Catherine was placed under house arrest in the mental hospital with Anna.

He looked at the three people kneeling in front of him.

These three gang members were really unlucky, Roland had originally planned to let them go—after all, they all thought they were monks of the 'Holy Hymn Order,' not black wizards.

Now, they have heard such secrets.

Roland will not modify their memories, not because of trouble, but because there are hidden dangers.

So, they are already dead people.

It's a pity that these three guys are not wizards, not even nobles or petty officials.

They don't have such a sensitive sense of smell, and they don't know what kind of secrets are hidden in what they just heard.

They didn't even understand many things—the words spoken by the lords of the Holy Hymn Order were too complicated.

Of course, even if they can never understand these words, they have heard these words.

So even their souls have to be ferried to the Styx, so that the water of the Styx can completely wash away all their memories.

Roland asked kindly, "Do you have any newspapers?"

The three thought they could save their lives, and answered every question that followed.

They really didn't have newspapers, let alone Roland was asking about old news.

But they knew a lot of things that the public knew, and they knew even more.

After asking, Roland's face became extremely ugly.

It has indeed been more than twenty years.

A major event that was enough to cause a sensation in the South had occurred a few days ago—the three major councils of the Eastern Territory announced their merger.

Or rather, the three major councils had disbanded—the councils existed to restrict the king, and their dissolution meant the king's centralization of power!

Regarding the King of Yellow Fern... The South should not know much about it, at least there is no news.

But Roland was sure that the King of Yellow Fern was finished.

Because what the three gang members said was 'three major councils'!

The people of the Hidden Society have all crawled out!

The second major event is that after the dissolution of the Three Great Councils, everyone established a religious order called the 'Pure White Hidden Magic Order'.

The God of Pure White is the Southern name for the 'White Queen'.

She is clearly the leader of this Order, and all schools, such as Twilight, Black Abyss, White Chess, and the Hidden Society, have joined the Order.

It has become a super-university school.

At the same time, it is completely open to the South, welcoming anyone to exchange magic.

The Order is fine. This is not a council of wizards, but an Order of God. So, you Southerners who believe in the gods, come here to study!

This is an important reason why the Pure White Hidden Magic Order exists in the form of an 'Order'.

The name 'Magic Order' is obviously more acceptable to Southerners than 'Magic Council'.

The third major event is that the benevolent goddess, the Pure White Goddess, married the evil god, the God of Thousand Eyes!

This matter caused a great deal of controversy in the South.

But some people accept it because, in the Papal See's official documents, the God of Thousand Eyes has always been a neutral god.

Otherwise, the two sides would have cut off trade long ago.

In any case, the Eastern Territory seems to have resolved the great division that plagued the people of the Eastern Territory for more than two hundred years in a political marriage.

The unified wizarding world that was once under the rule of Alexandra has merged once again.

Now, the Eastern Territory has two kings standing side by side—His Majesty the King of Thousand Eyes and Her Majesty the Pure White Queen.

The Crown Prince has also been decided—Catherine.

After hearing these things, Roland felt unwell.

So, has it really been more than twenty years?

It seems that it really is.

So, Catherine really brought Anna over?

These two idiots!

So, since Alahka's matter has been resolved, why hasn't Senior Sister contacted me?

Damn!

This matter seems to correspond to what that old fart Saladin said—they were locked up, so they didn't contact me!

Old fart Saladin never leaks when he does things. Roland can't tell the truth from his lies, but he doesn't dare to gamble. He can only temporarily be his son-in-law.

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'Damn it, if the King of Thousand Eyes finds out that his son-in-law has become a son-in-law to the Southerners, wouldn't he kill me?!'

'I did it to save your daughter!'

While upset, Roland heard the three people say, "Sir, can we leave now?"

Roland nodded and said with a gloomy expression, "I'll see you off."

A few minutes later, not even a living mouse could be found in this alley.

Putting on his felt hat, Roland walked out of the alley while flipping through Lawrence's files.

Half an hour later, City Hall.

A small carriage stopped by the side of the road. Inside the carriage, a young man wearing a felt hat and a suit paid the money and got out of the carriage.

He muttered, "It's far enough and expensive enough. The consumption of decent people is really high. It actually costs six pence."

This young man is dressed very maturely, like a noble gentleman.

But he is too young.

If he went to a bar, people wouldn't dare to sell him alcohol.

Because he looks like he's only sixteen years old!

In fact, if he were in the Eastern Territory, this kid would look like he's twenty years old.

But in the South, people like to have big beards. Especially gentlemen, they all like to have beards. They may not have big beards like missionaries, but a pair of neat and slender mustaches on the nose is a symbol of noble elegance.

This guy's beard is shaved clean. He looks like a student... or someone working in a factory!

But he's wearing a gentleman's felt hat and carrying a small suitcase... He's probably a newcomer from the Royal Academy.

Therefore, the gatekeeper of the City Hall directly stopped him.

"What? Just left? Where did they go? Oh~~~ But I don't need to go in, I'm going to the building diagonally across."

After chatting for a few words, Roland turned around and looked at a very gloomy and somewhat dilapidated six-story building diagonally across the square.

The street is bustling with traffic, and the entrance of the City Hall is crowded.

The square in front is also full of people.

But the vicinity of that building is deserted.

Many carriages would rather go around the circular square than pass by there.

It's as if the place is haunted.

After saying goodbye to the gatekeeper, Roland walked towards the building in everyone's strange gazes.

This building looks quite decent. There is a small courtyard at the entrance. Overall, it looks like the county head's office building in a county town.

It's not imposing at all.

The courtyard is also very small, and can only park three or four carriages. There are also some thorny vines at the entrance, and the vines cover the walls of the building. It looks ancient and gloomy.

The building is red, but there is no clock tower. There is a small pool in the small courtyard at the entrance, but there is no water in it, and weeds grow inside. The statue on it is also a bit dilapidated.

There are some very simple mythological carvings in front of the building, which is the only place in this building that can prove that it is related to the church.

There is no gatekeeper in front of the courtyard. As soon as Roland entered the courtyard, he smelled a faint smell of disinfectant.

Well, in addition to disinfectant, there is also the smell of formalin.

As a necromancer, Roland closed his eyes and smelled it twice, and knew the location of the morgue and the number of corpses.

Roland looked at the small building with great doubt and muttered, "Isabella, really working here recently? Why does it feel like she's been demoted and assigned here..."

Roland is indeed a wizard, and he guessed right.

It's not a demotion, but the dignified head of the 'Holy Medical Knights' being appointed as the director of the 'Heretical Mystery Department' is a demotion in itself.

Originally, she still had an office in the Papal See.

Now, she doesn't even have an office. She ran here, nominally saying that many mysterious events have recently occurred in 'Saint Vermick City', and black wizards are seriously causing trouble. Therefore, the Papal See must send a heavyweight figure over.

But in fact, isn't this just being assigned?

It seems that this Miss Isabella hasn't been doing very well recently.

But the key is that she is quite ambitious.

As soon as you enter the door, you can see corridors on both sides, and a wrought iron grille elevator on the left—although the sparrow is small, it has all the vital organs.

If you go straight in, you will reach the backyard—hey, there is also a backyard! And there seems to be a building in the backyard.

There is a reception room similar to a dispatch room at the entrance, a bit like the dispatch room at the entrance of old apartments and hotels. It is separated by an iron fence.

Inside is a sleepy old white man.

This old white man looks a little fat and a little greasy. But this is the most ecclesiastical place Roland has seen so far—he is wearing a linen monk's robe!

And he also has a Roman Mediterranean hairstyle!

However, that set of clothes is too new, and it looks like it was newly bought.

The hair was obviously newly shaved, and it was shaved very substandardly. He probably found a barber outside instead of getting a tonsure in the monastery.

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

It seems that Earl Isabella must have come!

This Heretical Mystery Office received the news in advance, so they have been busy up and down for a long time. In order to cater to the new leader, some people even shaved their hair.

Seeing a stranger breaking in, the guy rang the iron fence and showed an impatient and arrogant expression.

He didn't say a word, just stared at Roland there, waiting for Roland to speak first.

Although this place is not big, the gatekeeper is very arrogant.

As the 'gatekeeper' in charge, this old white man is really lacking in tact.

He probably thought, don't you look at what this place is, why are you breaking in?

Can ordinary people dare to break into this kind of place?

What's more, Roland is dressed so well.

Obviously, the quality of many people in this mystery office is very average. The entire mystery office is also in a very marginalized position in this 'quasi-holy city'.

It's no wonder Isabella wants to bring some of her direct descendants from the Knights over.

Roland politely informed the gatekeeper of his intention.

The gatekeeper naturally didn't give him a good look—what a joke, you don't even understand the rules, you don't have any documents, and you want to see the new director as soon as you come up?

A new official takes office with three fires. Half an hour ago, Isabella had just burned the first fire. If another one is let in casually, will I still be able to do my job?

The gatekeeper didn't say anything harsh—although he lacked a bit of quality, he had the kind of slickness of a Great Vermick civil servant.

Roland saw the thoughts in his heart at a glance and suggested, "Is that a telephone on your right? I suggest you call and ask according to the normal procedure. Just say 'Lawrence' is here, and someone will come downstairs to pick me up."

This is indeed the normal procedure.

This gatekeeper is not a fool and didn't do anything stupid. He made a phone call according to the normal procedure.

Roland pricked up his ears and heard the voice on the other end of the phone.

The other side was a woman, and her voice was very pleasant. After the gatekeeper said a lot, she said a word—let him in.

After a pause, she said another sentence—take him for a walk first.

After hearing this, three black lines appeared on Roland's forehead—the security guard called the director's office directly.

The dignified head of the Holy Medical Corps doesn't even have a secretary. She answered the phone herself.

What is this equivalent to?

It's equivalent to going to the Municipal Public Security Bureau, and then, the security guard on duty at the door directly calls the director and says, I'm the security guard at the gate. There's an idler at the door who wants to enter our Public Security Bureau. Should we let him in?

Moreover, this security guard didn't call the deputy director, but directly called the director!

After hanging up the phone, the gatekeeper's attitude immediately improved quite a bit, and a smile even appeared on his face.

He picked up the keys, opened the door of the reception room, and walked out, saying to Roland, "You must be the new 'Scribe of the Tribunal' sent by the 'Mauroder Theological Seminary', or perhaps a probationary Judgement Knight just graduated from the academy? Come on, you're not familiar with this place, I'll take you."

Roland's eyes flickered sharply upon hearing this.

He hadn't expected that this small 'Office for Handling Heretical and Mysterious Affairs' also had the functions of both a court and the public security bureau.

The Tribunal was the court.

Judgement Knights were the mysterious police!

This was incredible! Because this place was a 'special procuratorate'!

So, the public security bureau, procuratorate, and court were all gathered together in this small place!

Moreover, since there was even a morgue here, there was probably a small prison as well!

Roland thought to himself, 'This place is amazing! Public security, procuratorate, court, prison, morgue – a one-stop shop!'

This place, although small, had severely overlapping functions with government departments, making it seem marginal and useless.

But if a particularly strong leader came, and she really got things going, then more than half of Saint Virmike City would be in her grasp—if she said the mayor was a heretic, that he was colluding with black wizards from the Eastern Territory, the mayor would be immediately arrested by the Judgement Knights for trial!"

Roland couldn't help but secretly rub his hands together, thinking that if he got established here, this city could become a den of Black Abyss Wizards, the entire city could be controlled, and directly turned into the territory of the Eastern Territory Wizards!

But then, a second thought struck him, and cold sweat broke out on Roland's forehead.

That's right, this was a place specifically for catching black wizards.

And he was a black wizard!

If he revealed even the slightest clue, he would be the first to go through the one-stop shop!

'Old B*tch, Old B*tch, no wonder you insisted that I get Isabella sorted out! Is your daughter easy to deal with or not?!'

'Please don't tie me up the moment we meet!'