I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha

Chapter 301 This City Is Not Right!! Madmen. Madmen!

Just as Roland guessed, as soon as he rode his horse into the courtyard, servants humbly greeted him, and without even asking, they respectfully came to take the reins.

Roland tossed them a few silver coins as a tip, then dismounted and followed the servants towards the main hall.

This Summer Palace actually has a rich historical background.

It can be traced back to the 'Ancient Empire' period.

It was once a palace of the Aleye royal family, and it has a history of over a thousand years.

Later, with the emergence of Protestantism, a Holy King once lived here, and the Summer Palace was the Holy King's sleeping quarters.

Now that the dynasty has fallen, the Summer Palace has been reclaimed by the Church. So it is open to the public.

It is very famous, and many people come to visit it — it is more like a large museum than a hotel.

Of course, many of the items inside are imitations.

However, according to rumors, there are some areas in the Summer Palace that are not open to the public. Many world-renowned masterpieces that are not found in museums are kept there.

Those who can come here are all important figures in the business and political circles. But it seemed like there was trouble at the entrance of the hotel.

It was a special carriage — bearing the symbol of the Monastery Mental Hospital!

Against the white background, the simple red crest looked extremely glaring!

A group of strong monks in white coats — or rather, white linen robes — were staring intently at a person in the hotel lobby.

That person was being dragged from the hotel lobby all the way to the entrance.

The carpets along the way were torn by the person's fingernails!

Roland originally thought this was a vagrant causing trouble, but upon closer inspection, he found that this person was very well-dressed.

He seemed to have a group of followers, but they were talking to the doctors on the side, and some were helping the doctors prepare a straitjacket.

It seemed that this person did indeed have a high status, but he was indeed a madman.

Among those staying at the Summer Palace, many were nobles who came to seek medical treatment. This was not surprising.

The patient cried out, "No! I'm not sick! I'm the mayor! Your mayor! I'm not sick, I'm really not sick!"

Roland happened to be standing next to some doctors and the madman's followers, so he curiously asked, "This person thinks he is the mayor?"

Seeing that Roland's attire and temperament did not resemble ordinary nobles, the follower explained very kindly and appropriately, "Oh no, sir, this is our 'Mayor Johnson'."

Roland asked in astonishment, "Why are you arresting him?"

The follower shook his head and sighed, "He's sick, very sick."

At this time, the mayor shouted, "What are you doing? Are you all crazy?! Hurry up and find someone from the Heresy Mystery Department to save me! I'm not sick, I'm not sick!"

Roland couldn't help but reveal a strange expression. He felt that this person didn't seem to be sick. That's right, in the afternoon, didn't the mayor personally lead people to welcome Isabella?

But to be honest, Roland was not professional enough in matters of psychiatry. He had only read some books and had no practical experience.

So he couldn't be sure.

After all, so many of his followers felt that the mayor was sick and needed treatment.

At this time, the doctors saw that the mayor was still making a fuss, and someone punched the mayor in the face with a bang.

Mayor spat out a mouthful of bloody foam, splashing it on Roland's face.

Roland felt disgusted for a while, spitting and spitting on the side for a long time — this guy really has no manners, spitting on the ground directly.

He continued to ask, "What is the specific illness?"

"Um, it seems to be... what kind of illness is it?"

Several followers looked at the monks.

The monk said seriously, "To be precise, it is a very deadly symptom."

This aroused Roland's strong curiosity.

While wiping his face and spitting out the bloody foam in his mouth, he asked, "What symptoms are so serious that they require forced treatment?"

The white-coated monk said, "Spitting everywhere syndrome."

As he spoke, the followers, guests, and monks around all looked at Roland.

Roland: "?"

At this time, the leader of the monks came over. Several guests who were watching the excitement whispered something in the leader's ear and pointed at Roland.

The other monks intentionally or unintentionally surrounded Roland.

The surrounding guests were looking at Roland with strange eyes, as if they were looking at a mental patient.

Roland: "??"

The leader should be a priest. He looked a bit like the 'High Sparrow' in Game of Thrones, with a righteous face, very holy and amiable.

After he came over, he smiled amiably at Roland: "Child, are you sick?"

Roland thought very seriously for a while. He said, "Father, I am sick. I feel like I may indeed need treatment."

The priest asked again: "When you just entered the door, did you step in with your left foot first, or your right foot first?"

Roland thought for a while and said, "Father, it was my left foot."

The priest smiled and said to everyone, "Children, it's okay, he's not sick."

Everyone was greatly puzzled.

The priest patiently explained to the children: "First of all, he thinks he is sick, so he is not sick.

Secondly, he is spitting on the carpet, not spitting in the spittoon like the mayor, so he doesn't have 'spitting everywhere syndrome'.

Finally, he knows that he deliberately steps in with his left foot every time he enters the door, so he doesn't have 'random foot stepping syndrome'."

Everyone suddenly understood, applauded, and cast apologetic glances at Roland.

Roland smiled, took off his hat, bowed to everyone, and then left the crowd in the cheers and came to the front desk.

As soon as he walked out of the crowd, cold sweat poured down Roland's face.

There is something wrong with this city.

No, there is something wrong with the people in the upper city!

These people are all mentally ill!

As for why only the people in the upper city have problems... Roland suspected that many people in the entire city actually have problems, but there are just more people in the upper city.

Because it is close to the monastery.

There is probably a real anomaly there.

No wonder Catherine was caught in!

They are all damn lunatics!

He almost got caught in too!

Just now, when Roland was talking to the priest, he really thought about it seriously — he saw the logic of this group of lunatics and gave the appropriate answer.

This logic is 'don't be stubborn'.

Whether it is 'spitting everywhere syndrome' or 'random foot stepping syndrome', they are all diseases, but they do not require forced treatment!

So, Roland boldly gambled just now.

When the priest asked him if he was sick, he frankly said that he was sick.

So, he was not taken away.

The mayor is the opposite. He always argued that he was not sick — thinking that he was not sick is the reason why he must be forced to be treated!

Therefore, Roland was released, and the mayor was taken away!

As for the priest, he actually lied just now. He thought that Roland was sick — who remembers which foot they step with when walking normally?

But this kid is not seriously ill and does not require forced treatment.

So, in order to appease the passers-by, he said that Roland was not sick.

That priest is a super mental patient with very clear logic!

The people here are not normal!

The people in the whole city may have been crazy for a long time.

It's just that newcomers can't see it and don't know it.

There is a big problem with this city!

Roland doesn't want to enter the hotel now, he just wants to escape!

He can't handle his senior's matter by himself!

He has to call for someone!

Roland vaguely has a feeling that this matter cannot be solved without a demigod taking action!

He has to escape from here as soon as possible and send the message back to the Black Abyss, because he is about to be arrested too.

But he can't escape now, he can only bite the bullet and walk to the front desk.

The receptionist saw the cold sweat on Roland's forehead, so she asked vigilantly: "Sir, you don't have 'random sweating syndrome', do you?"

Roland said sincerely: "Indeed, I recently discovered that I sometimes sweat, especially when it's hot.

I came all the way here this time to see a doctor."

The waitress breathed a sigh of relief. She exchanged a glance with the manager, and they both nodded with a smile.

The manager comforted Roland: "It seems that your illness is not very serious. Please rest assured, sir, Saint Vilmic City has the best psychiatrists, and you will receive proper treatment."

Roland pretended to show a very happy look.

Then, he took out the documents given by 'Saladin', found his ID, and went through the check-in procedures.

After seeing Roland's documents, the waitress's hand trembled slightly, and the manager next to her took it over. After reading it, her pupils shrank slightly.

Their reaction fell into Roland's eyes.

He had seen these documents on the road. His identity seemed to be a prince of the 'Holy Tadar Empire'.

This empire seemed to be a very ancient empire that no longer exists, but the royal family members and titles within it still exist today.

So perhaps the angels of the kingdom of heaven have such titles. And the angel Lawrence should have some status.

But it's no wonder, his fiancée is Isabella, the former queen of the 'Holy Marlo Rod Kingdom'. It is normal for her fiancé to have a high status.

Therefore, Roland didn't take it too seriously.

The manager very politely asked Roland how many days he wanted to stay.

Roland rummaged through his money.

Isabella was quite generous and gave him a lot of funds — a full 20 gold pounds.

However, this hotel is very expensive. The kind of superior room that Roland needs costs 6 gold coins a day.

This price is a bit exaggerated. Renting a nice small villa in the countryside of Velmic City would only cost 60-80 gold coins a year.

Roland directly booked it for a year.

Although the paper money he had was not rotten because it was magically preserved by the servants, he had less than a thousand gold coins in paper money in total, which was used as pocket money.

He paid with gold coins—the manager didn't calculate it by the day, and the price was very low. In fact, it only cost dozens of gold coins, a bag of gold coins.

Roland pretended to take out a bag of gold coins from his suitcase.

Gold coins are rarely used in the south, but in coastal cities, there are many wealthy merchants who trade with the north by sea, so some people still use gold coins.

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The manager cautiously suggested that Roland go to the bank to exchange them, because the quality of these gold coins is very high, and some of them are obviously antique gold coins with collection value, which are several times more expensive than normal gold coins. Therefore, they cannot evaluate the price here, and can only calculate according to the standard price, which would be a loss for the guest.

With Roland's current situation, he probably can't go anywhere. He said it didn't matter.

The manager said that if Roland trusted them, they would help Roland go to the bank to exchange these and return the extra money to Roland.

In addition, the manager said that there have been very few guests recently, so they will upgrade Roland's room.

Roland asked curiously: "I'm going to stay for a year—won't I have to change rooms later?"

The manager showed a subtle smile on his face and said: "No problem, Your Highness."

Roland nodded and said: "Please call me Sir Lawrence. Also, can I store things here? It's not anything valuable."

Roland put the suitcase on the counter, signaling the manager to store the suitcase at the counter.

The manager looked at the box and hesitated slightly.

This is the last prince of Aleye!

Even if his things are not valuable, they are extremely precious.

What's more, this lord just took out a bag of gold coins from that box.

However, the manager only hesitated for 0.1 seconds, then smiled and said: "Of course, Sir Lawrence."

The manager personally brought a delicate silk bag, packed the suitcase, and put a seal on the silk bag.

How should I put it, this operation is of no practical use, because if someone really wants to open it, they can tear off the seal, replace it with a silk bag, and then replace it with a seal.

So, to put it bluntly, it's just to make customers feel more at ease.

Of course, since it is stored here, the hotel still has some responsibility if something happens to the box.

Roland put the dimensional bag in the box. The snake ring is still on his hand.

He is not afraid that the dimensional bag will be taken away, because he secretly let Leona run into the dimensional bag just now. In the evening, he will let Leona take the box back to him.

After storing the box, Roland specifically told the hotel to take good care of his horse and walk it several times a day.

The manager recorded all of this and personally took Roland to the elevator.

While waiting for the elevator, a person next to Roland said: "Then, Mr. Lawrence, when you left the front desk just now, what was the eighth word in the third sentence you spoke to the manager?"

Roland looked at that person sincerely and said: "Father, I don't remember."

The priest's face became a little more serious, and he discussed it with the people around him.

—It turned out that after the mayor was sent to the car, only a few monks got on the car. The priest and the other monks didn't leave at all, and have been following Roland!

Roland felt that he was about to be finished at any time, so he stored some of his things.

After the priest discussed with the five or six monks, a monk wrote something in a book and said: "57 points, 3 points short. There is no need for hospitalization for the time being."

The priest seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. He took two forms and a small bag from a monk, then signed them and handed them to Roland.

The priest patted Roland on the shoulder with great concern and said: "Child, don't worry, take your medicine on time tonight. This form is the appointment number for the experts in the hospital. Come to see a doctor on time tomorrow morning from 10:00-12:00. We need to have a consultation with you."

The manager next to him, as well as the gentlemen and ladies waiting for the elevator, applauded.

Some people even took out their handkerchiefs to wipe the corners of their eyes, moved to tears.

Doctors are like parents!

Mr. Williams is really worried about this patient's condition.

Watching the priest and the monks leave, Roland wiped a handful of cold sweat from his head.

Roland didn't want to stay here either, he said to the manager: "Where is the restaurant? I plan to go eat first."

The manager said: "Sir, the restaurant is on the first floor, I'll take you there."

The Vermic Summer Palace is magnificent. Its luxury is not inferior to the Bloodless Fortress.

This used to be the capital of a great kingdom. After the dynasty was overthrown, the Holy See temporarily took back this place.

In the future, if a Holy King appears in this land, the Holy See will divinely grant the kingship and confer this land to the new Holy King.

There are generally two types of Holy Kings. One is those who have great achievements and have been favored by the gods—the Holy See will grant the earthly kingship to the shepherd dogs of God on behalf of God.

The other is the 'Holy Son'.

Holy Sons are generally reincarnated archangels, or incarnations of God, or even descending gods.

The Eastern Witches believe that these Holy Sons generally come with missions.

The manager sent Roland to the entrance of the restaurant area, and then respectfully said goodbye.

Roland secretly looked around the environment here, and then went in the direction of the kitchen.

As a result, on the way, Roland froze in place.

There is a group of white-robed monks patrolling in the restaurant.

Seeing the leader looking at him, Roland hurriedly turned a corner.

This is a side hall.

There are many restaurants in the Summer Palace, and its delicacies are very famous.

Among them, the restaurants on the first floor mainly have three types: a main restaurant, a side hall, and a banquet hall.

The main restaurant and the banquet hall each have independent kitchens and professional teams. Here, you can enjoy the royal banquet. Many people who eat here are not guests, but come here specifically for the food.

As for that kind of side restaurant, it's actually not bad.

It is a free buffet.

The buffet provided by the hotel is actually very good, not much worse than the main restaurant. Moreover, there is music and a ball.

But the key is that the Summer Palace has some very cheap rooms, and people who live in these rooms can also eat and socialize here for free.

Therefore, many people who are not actually wealthy, but pretend to be decent, will live in the cheapest room in the Summer Palace, and then come here to freeload, so as to get to know some big shots.

There are also scammers who sneak in and pretend to be rich people to pick up noble ladies here.

There are even those who come here specifically to take magic photos.

After this kind of thing happened frequently, those decent gentlemen no longer ate in this kind of side hall.

Embarrassing.

The hall in front of Roland is such a side hall.

There are even more monks in white robes in the side hall!

Roland's face couldn't help but become a little stiff.

He pretended to pick up a silver plate and came to a buffet table.

As a result, when he looked up, he found three acquaintances across the table!

Among these three acquaintances, one lady was sitting there happily knitting a sweater.

One lady was eating wildly with shining eyes.

And one lady was standing in front of the buffet table with a plate, happily picking out food—she seemed to be quite picky, obviously eating free dishes, but still disliking this and disliking that.

At this time, a waiter pushed open a trolley with a super large lobster on a plate.

The lady in front of the table couldn't help but her eyes lit up slightly, but she pretended to be elegant and picked out other things.

Until the waiter replaced all the dishes on the long table and pushed the trolley away, this lady looked at the big lobster again.

At this time, a person suddenly walked over here. This lady quickly grabbed the big lobster and put it on her plate.

She looked at that person with a smug look, and then froze there.

This person was Roland, and he asked with a strange expression: "Lady Isabella, why are you here?"

Miss Isabella pretended to be calm and said: "We still have some luggage here, come over to pick it up. What are you doing here?"

Roland said: "Of course I am staying here. Didn't all your luggage be moved to the office? Oh~~ The mayor booked a room for you here, but only for a few days. You feel it's a pity not to stay for a few days, so you came to take advantage of it?"

Miss Isabella's face turned blue and white, and she couldn't say a word for a long time.

She has never seen such a slap in the face in her life! For a moment, she lost her usual calm demeanor in anger and said angrily: "You are the one who came to take advantage!"

Don't hit people in the face!

Roland's words just now were too 'high EQ'.

But he just came to make trouble for the leader!

Let you be crazy with me during the day!

Damn it, I guess I can't run away today. I'm probably going to be admitted to a mental hospital.

Don't even think about it! Stay in the hospital with me!