I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha

Roland mentally scoffed: 'This old lunatic is really spouting nonsense.'

The Black Abyss Academy only has one founder—his brother-in-law, 'Igg.'

Igg never taught any Star-level individuals, and he himself didn't advance to Star-level—Senior Sister once said that if 'he' were still alive, he should have entered the Star-level.

However, the later Black Abyss wizards were quite promising, and one Star-level individual emerged—Lord Shata!

She was the third-generation Dean of the Black Abyss.

No one knows who Lord Shata's teacher was; the academy has no record of it.

In short, the Black Abyss Academy has only produced one Star-level individual, Shata!

When Old Bishop Johnson heard Roland say 'I've long admired your name,' he stroked his beard and smiled smugly: "It's not worth mentioning. I only served as Dean for several decades before passing it on to my disciples.

Moreover, my Path of Truth has never been perfected. After my first student entered the Star-level, I couldn't teach her anymore. 'Utred' and I can only be considered her enlightenment teachers.

However, later, my students and I summarized her path and taught more than twenty Tower Masters, one of whom, a little girl, was the most promising and touched the Star-level."

Speaking of this, the old bishop sighed: "They are all more successful than me.

On the contrary, I have always been obsessed with various secret techniques, studying various Paths of Truth.

As a result, I'm almost five hundred years old and about to die, and I still haven't entered the Star-level.

You know, the Black Abyss has too few Paths of Truth. Someone has to give up some things and devote themselves to this.

However, I can be considered to have lived a worthwhile life. Two of the three Paths of Truth in the Black Abyss were created by me and my students."

Roland secretly rolled his eyes.

The Black Abyss Academy only has one Path of Truth, and it was Igg who groped it out based on Senior Sister's path.

Roland smiled and said: "May I ask what the Path of Truth that Dean Johnson is researching is called?"

Mentioning this, the old bishop became smug: "Hehe, my Path of Truth is very powerful!

One is the Hell-side Path of Truth, called the 'Invincible Hellfire Black Demon God Path.' Hehe, it is the Black Abyss Path—my good students thought this name was not good, so they called it the 'Black Abyss Path.'

The other is the Abyss-side Path, called the 'Super Invincible Abyss Shadow Demon Dragon Path.' I have always been walking this path, but I have always been one step away from the third gate."

As he spoke, the old bishop's eyes slowly lit up: "However, now I have completely perfected it."

Then, his gaze dimmed again: "It's just a pity that I don't have time to personally verify it."

After a pause, the old bishop looked at Roland excitedly: "Want to learn it? I can teach you."

Roland handed the sprinkler to the old bishop and went to the fireplace to make coffee.

The old bishop took the sprinkler, followed him, and said: "Don't be discouraged. Although your aptitude is terrible, your comprehension is something even my good student 'Alexandra' would be jealous of!

You probably have no chance of entering the Star-level, but you are not without a chance of entering the second Gate of Truth."

Roland looked at the 'medical record' on Old Johnson's bedside table, with words like 'Personality Split,' 'Schizophrenia,' 'Mania,' 'Self-Identity Cognitive Impairment,' and so on. Then he took two sips of coffee and lay on the bed to read the newspaper.

The old bishop couldn't help but be stunned. Only at this time did he realize Roland's perfunctory attitude.

"Alright, alright, you brat, remember this! Even if you kneel down and beg me this time, I won't pay attention to you!"

The old bishop angrily smashed the sprinkler on the ground and went to bed grumbling.

Johnson muttered to himself, not knowing what he was saying.

Roland was too lazy to pay attention to him.

After a while, two nun nurses came in, bringing breakfast.

Recently, Black Wizards have been causing trouble, and they haven't been allowed to wander around. So meals are delivered.

This is no different from a prison.

However, the nurse said that today the Papal Inquisitor would come with inspectors and a group of Judgement Knights. So the dean plans to lift the restrictions and allow patients to move around freely.

Roland asked if there were any new patients admitted today, and the nurse gave a negative answer.

After that, the two nurses checked Roland and Johnson's bodies.

The nurse guessed from Johnson's mental state that he had not taken his medicine on time and complained about it.

Then, the two nurses left.

The food was very simple, clear water and bread. However, the bread was freshly baked and had milk added, so it tasted good.

After eating, Roland read the newspaper for a while, and then fell asleep in the warm sunlight by the window.

"Wake up, wake up, it's time to eat."

Roland woke up in a daze. He found Old Johnson standing excitedly by the bed, shaking him.

For the past few months, the hospital has not allowed patients to wander around, and they can only be let out at fixed times, so Old Johnson has been suffocating.

Now that the hospital has lifted the restrictions, he can wander around freely, and Old Johnson is a little excited.

It is said that he has been in the hospital for more than ten years, and I don't know how he has spent these years.

Soon, the two nurses who delivered the meal in the morning opened the door and came in again.

They complained: "Lord Johnson, don't always lock the door. This door should be kept open."

Johnson pointed to Roland: "He locked it. He just pretended to be a doctor and went out to make rounds."

Roland sighed and said: "Yes, yes, it's me, I did it all."

After going out, Roland saw many patients in the corridor. Each patient's room had someone accompanying them.

On the way, Roland curiously looked at the environment here.

It is said to be the inpatient area of Elizabeth Holy Spirit Hospital, but it is actually a recuperation area in the monastery.

The overall style is ancient Roman Gothic.

The religious atmosphere here is very strong. The corridor is very high, solemn and grand, and sacred and simple.

The dome of the corridor is arched and integrated with the walls, without a separate ceiling.

The floor, walls, and dome are all made of stone and painted with exquisite murals.

Even the carvings on the columns are very beautiful.

As an artist, it is difficult for Roland not to like this place.

When passing through an area, Roland also saw some exquisite rosewood chairs and an altar in a small hall on one side of the corridor. Some monks/patients were praying here, all wearing white linen robes, very pious and solemn.

This should be a small prayer room, similar to such places can be seen everywhere in the corridor.

They are actually equivalent to 'smoking rooms,' not real prayer halls.

Seeming to see that Roland liked these kinds of artworks, Old Johnson smiled and transmitted a series of divine thoughts.

[ "The chapel downstairs is real art—these religious fanatics like to do this kind of superficial work. Many people, as soon as they enter the Papal State, feel admiration for the gods.

Then, after being fooled by those religious fanatics, they believe in God!

You should chat less with those religious fanatics. They are all experts in sophistry!

Many young wizards who think highly of themselves, believing that they have witnessed many truths, recklessly debate with these people. What's the result? Not only did they not make people question their God, but they themselves converted to the church!

One of my good students was like this.

He was originally promising, but later he believed in God and betrayed the wizard!

Guess what he said to me later?

He said that we were all wrong!

He said that 'God loves the world'!" ]

Roland secretly felt strange.

Old Johnson's words were impassioned, making it hard not to suspect that he really had a wizard student.

Could it be that this old guy is really a Black Abyss wizard?

No, impossible.

Many things don't add up.

Not to mention anything else, from a time perspective, it is impossible for him to be a Black Abyss wizard—he has been in the hospital for more than ten years!

More than ten years ago, the Black Abyss wizards were busy with Alaca's affairs. How could they have run here?

Even if this guy is a Black Abyss wizard, he is a traitor.

There is an information gap here, or Senior Sister didn't have time to tell Roland many things before Roland came here.

So Roland doesn't know that a group of old Black Abyss wizards crawled out of here more than ten years ago.

Soon, Roland followed the team to the entrance of the cafeteria.

With so many people coming all at once, everyone was lining up to enter.

Many famous and influential figures came over with smiles to chat with Johnson.

Some of these people are archbishops from certain places, some are knights of the Holy See. Many people are not only saints, but also great leaders of one side.

Old Johnson ignored them. When others respectfully saluted him, he glanced at them and nodded as a greeting.

He almost wrote arrogance on his face.

It must be said that Lord Johnson has the aura of a superior when facing others.

The Cardinal Archbishop is already considered the ceiling of the Papal See.

Although he can't go out and fulfill this duty, his connections are terrifying.

It can be heard that this Johnson has very wide connections in the church!

He even knows many angels and demigods!

It can be said that, with his connections, as long as he goes out, he will definitely be a Cardinal Archbishop—because half of the Cardinal Archbishops in the Sacred Heart Association are his good friends!

How could someone with such connections in the church be a Black Abyss wizard?

No matter what method the Black Abyss wizard uses to disguise himself as an archbishop, he cannot possibly cultivate so many connections!

Roland became more and more disbelieving that he was a Black Abyss wizard.

But what Roland didn't know was that Johnson's connections had been built up over the past decade or so.

A decade or so was just a blink of an eye for the wizards of the East Territory.

But for the South, it was an era!

It was the time for a person to go from their fifties to their seventies. Enough time for the Southern management to change a leadership team.

Those who could recuperate in the Holy Spirit Hospital were all important figures. At the very least, they had to be a high priest or an inquisitor.

It was called a 'hospital' here, but in reality, it was a top-notch political theological seminary.

If it weren't for those strange things, the people who came to recuperate would have to pray in the chapel every day, attend classes in the monastery, and study theology!

Those who came to this hospital were all here to be gilded!

You should know that those who suffered from Diabolic Disease were all meritorious officials who had survived high-intensity battles against evil!

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Many people came here to be gilded, cultivate their theological views, and deepen their faith. After going out, they would be promoted!

Johnson had been here for more than ten years, and he knew too many people.

His status was already someone whose position was not much lower than that of Archbishop Williams, and he was also a quasi-Cardinal Archbishop who was bound to enter the College of Cardinals.

So his position in the hearts of his 'classmates' was not much lower than that of Williams, the 'principal'!

Compared to Williams, many people were more willing to listen to this Black Abyss Wizard talk about theology.

People were convinced that this Black Abyss Wizard was the most pious and closest servant of God.

Those who were confused about their faith could often find their way again after chatting with him a few times.

Johnson knew God better than those Cardinals who had studied theology all their lives.

Because this Black Abyss Wizard not only studied God, but also experimented with God's specimens!

Moreover, he had been studying for five hundred years!

For those big shots who were confused in their hearts, Johnson was their mentor in faith.

And for those civilians with great abilities and merits, but without the support of family elders in the Holy See, he was a father!

The positions of these people were often neither high nor low, possibly a district bishop, or a high priest of the sanctuary, or a deputy presiding judge.

Johnson could just say hello to someone, and these people could rise to prominence!

If he was willing to spend some time giving guidance on faith, these people could soar into the sky!

Johnson had been here for more than ten years. Like the 'principal of the seminary', he didn't know how many people he had brought out and how many partners he had made.

Many people had entered the College of Cardinals!

And many people were already in the College of Cardinals!

In the Holy See outside, I don't know how many people owe Johnson favors!

Therefore, this old fellow's power and connections were already no less than those of a real Cardinal. Even more powerful than an ordinary Cardinal!

Even Andra, the demigod of the Hydra, often sent people over to give gifts and greetings.

The Holy Fruit had been prepared by Andra. If Johnson really left the hospital one day, Andra would have another friend in the College of Cardinals.

However, as Johnson got older and older, his value had become lower and lower. If he couldn't get out this year, he would really be far away from the center of politics.

At this time, after Johnson dealt with the people who came to say hello, he said to Roland with some sighs: "My old friends have all been discharged. These guys are a bunch of sycophants who have no ability but only know how to flatter. There's nothing good to associate with—you should talk to them less. Be careful of being fooled."

Among the people who were talking to Johnson just now, there was even an Archbishop!

But he said that people were sycophants.

Roland nodded and said: "Indeed, the recent events have become more and more serious. Anyone who is well-informed is unwilling to come here for recuperation."

Discovering that Roland was actually talking to him, Johnson couldn't help but be overjoyed. He said to Roland with some flattery, pulling him along: "Come, come, let's go in together. I'll introduce you to the stubborn residents here—you kid will probably have to live here for ten or twenty years."

Roland pulled away Johnson's hand and said: "No need, I'm shy and like to eat alone."

When the old Archbishop heard this, he couldn't help but become irritable. He shook off Roland's sleeve fiercely and said: "You don't know how to appreciate favors. No one will play with you in the future!"

Looking at the old fellow's back, Roland secretly shook his head.

Johnson was old and had a lot of mental problems. When he lost his temper, he was like a child.

But he was unwilling to take medicine.

He had to find a way to secretly give him some medicine to treat his emotional problems.

In fact, Roland really planned to get to know the stubborn residents in the hospital, but now was not the right time. Because Senior Sister was going to send someone over.

Regarding the relationship between Roland and the Mysterious Department, the Dean and others discussed it behind Johnson's back. When the head nurse was talking to Roland, she specially asked someone to send Johnson away.

So now no one knew that Roland was a 'spy' sent by Isabella.

They all just thought that he had once been a presiding judge in the Tribunal of the Holy See. There were too many people who had been presiding judges in the Tribunal in this hospital.

There were even people who had been Grand Presiding Judges!

Roland's identity was not conspicuous.

Roland entered the restaurant.

There were many long tables in the restaurant, arranged in several rows.

The layout of the restaurant was very grand and imposing, but the food was relatively light. Not even as good as the lunch of those relatively wealthy citizens.

Roland found a seat where no one was sitting and observed the group of patients.

Soon, Roland noticed that Johnson was sitting with a dozen other people.

These dozen people seemed very familiar, and Johnson was one of their leaders. Their identities seemed to be very high, and the people around them took the initiative to greet them.

Among these people, there were men and women, and one of the nuns attracted Roland's attention.

That nun also seemed to be the leader of this small group. It seemed that she didn't get along very well with Johnson, and after sitting together, they began to ridicule and mock each other.

Roland showed a strange expression.

He felt that this nun was inexplicably familiar.

Roland's ears moved, and then the noisy sounds of the entire hall were amplified many, many times.

Roland's position was next to the northernmost wall, and this group of people was next to the southernmost wall, separated by several long tables. So the noise was very loud.

Roland didn't use magic, nor did he release his mental power, but relied purely on his hearing to distinguish the conversations of these people.

Soon, Roland heard Johnson say to the nun in the chaotic sounds: "Brianna, can you stop being so neurotic? I'm really fed up. My roommate secretly changes my water in the middle of the night, and you come to check my room every morning!"

The nun scolded in a cold voice: "You're the one who's being neurotic. I didn't go out at all in the morning! At least it wasn't me today!

I woke up in the confinement room in the morning and was only released now!

Rod and the others can testify! Several of us were locked up!"

Johnson said: "Then you were caught and put in after making trouble in the morning!"

The nun scolded: "Why are you so stubborn? Can you stop holding on to your 'multiple personality theory'—it's definitely the 'Shadow Mind-Stealing Theory'! We've already..."

The two seemed to communicate with divine thoughts, and Roland couldn't hear what followed.

After savoring the conversation between the two just now, Roland frowned.

At this time, Roland noticed that Johnson pointed towards him.

The nun looked over here, and Roland also just raised his head, and his eyes met hers.

Seeing Roland look over, the nun smiled slightly at Roland—the nun's face was extremely holy, but this smile was particularly enchanting and charming.

Roland's pupils shrank suddenly.

He had seen this woman in the kitchen of the Summer Palace!

Wait, what did Johnson call this woman before?

Brianna... Brianna...

That's right, this woman had also come in the morning!

She brought people over in the morning, was said to be crazy by herself, and then was taken by the 4 caregivers to see the dean—the dean locked all six of them up!

They were only released after lunch.

As a result, this guy didn't know what she had done, she thought she was sleeping.

Roland frowned.

These people were obviously discussing madness theories. Roland could roughly guess its content and logic.

Because he had deduced these two madness theories, but he denied them.

Roland hoped that one of these two madness theories was correct, because they were not very crazy. If the real thing was very, very crazy, it would mean that the mystery here was very, very 'chaotic'.

That would be troublesome.

Because things may have deteriorated to a very deep level, maybe the entire Holy City had already changed—it's just that everyone didn't notice it.

Everyone didn't notice it, so there was no problem.

But when everyone suddenly noticed it... the cause and effect became a set fact.

At that time, if something came and gave a proof of the whole eternity, everyone would accompany it to become immortals!