I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha

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After wandering around for a long time, the two arrived at a hidden semi-basement.

Here, Johnson led Roland into a dilapidated storage room.

In the very center of the storage room was a small, worn-out cabinet.

The broken door of the small cabinet was half-open. Johnson walked over and closed it. Then, carrying a washbasin, he circled the small cabinet a few times, muttering some words.

When he opened the cabinet again, a narrow tunnel sloping downwards appeared inside.

It seemed that the old Black Abyss members had secretly created this narrow tunnel beneath the Wilmick Monastery.

It was hidden within the cabinet using a clever technique.

Old Johnson smiled and said to Roland, "This secret passage needs to be opened from the inside. There are people on duty in the secret room who take turns. As long as someone circles the cabinet and recites the password, the people inside will know. The password changes frequently; you'll receive it once you're inside."

The two entered the cabinet, closed the door, and entered the tunnel.

Roland glanced back at the door behind him.

Looking through the holes in the dilapidated cabinet door, he saw a wall, not the storage room.

The tunnel was exceptionally clean, without a speck of dust.

As they walked along the tunnel, they heard a faint buzzing sound in the distance. After walking a while longer, they saw a small exit.

Emerging from the tunnel, they found themselves in a dilapidated small library and recreation room.

The bookshelves were all against the walls, and some people were flipping through books there. In the center were some tables and chairs, also occupied by many people.

Looking around, there were forty or fifty people in the room.

Some bald 'monks' were flipping through books on the bookshelves. Some of the monks looked very old; they should be bishops. The rest looked very young, like students, asking the 'bishops' about sacred and black magic.

Roland whispered, "Those young monks' attire… doesn't it look like the guards or orderlies from the 'Black Wizard Confinement and Treatment Area'?"

Johnson chuckled. "It's not just that they look like it… they are."

Roland was momentarily bewildered. It seemed that the old Black Abyss members had already developed quite a few black wizard apprentices here.

Hmm, sacred magicians from the Holy Hymn Society.

At this moment, several old men came over to greet them.

Roland had seen these people during lunchtime.

They had something to discuss with Johnson, glanced at Roland, and hurriedly started chatting with Johnson.

Johnson pointed to an empty 'heptagonal' table not far away, telling Roland to sit there first. Then, this group of old guys huddled together and whispered to each other.

Roland ignored them and began to observe the people in the room. He wanted to remember everyone, to avoid mistaking them later.

Some of the people here were dressed like guards and orderlies, while others were dressed like nurses and doctors—about a dozen in total.

The remaining thirty-plus people were all wearing the same type of patient gown as Roland—a striped white linen robe.

It looked as if the nurses and doctors were looking after the patients during their recreation time!

Moreover, these patients were very quiet, and their expressions were somewhat dull, like patients who had been in a mental hospital for a long time and had become listless from boredom.

However, some people were quietly playing cards, some were quietly eating melon seeds and fruit, and others were staring blankly at the television.

There were a total of nine televisions in the room, made of a type of crystal. When the nine televisions were placed together, they looked just like an LCD splicing screen!

Roland was completely bewildered.

Weren't they supposed to be holding a mysterious black magic ritual?

What were they doing?

Could these people really all be patients?!

At this moment, an old monk walked over.

He was carrying a box that was twice the size of a mahjong box.

After placing it on the table, he opened the box and dumped the contents onto the table with a clatter.

A pile of mahjong tiles.

Seemingly noticing Roland's strange expression, the old monk smiled gently and said, "Child, don't worry. We'll teach you in a bit."

Roland nodded blankly.

The old monk then asked, "Do you have any magic stones on you?"

Roland nodded listlessly.

The old monk's eyes lit up and asked, "How many did you bring?"

Roland said, "Not many, only about two thousand."

As he spoke, Roland picked up a mahjong tile and said with a strange expression, "Anything with magical power will do, right? I also have a few hundred sea monster crystal cores and magic pearls on hand.

The largest crystal core has already condensed into a Philosopher's Stone, although the quality isn't very good, it can be used on the three-headed serpent's warship."

Roland had more in stock than that. After all, he had been sailing their strategic cruiser in the dangerous, mysterious deep sea for over twenty years, catching an average of one first-tier sea monster per week. Small sea monsters were even more numerous.

Over twenty years, more than a thousand weeks. The magical materials in his hands were piled high like mountains.

However, his senior sister stole a wave, wiping out one digit.

After hearing this, the old monk trembled as if he had epilepsy.

He pointed at Roland and said, "Wait for me to go get some alchemy materials!

Hahahaha!

Hahahahaha!

There's hope!

There's hope!"

The old guy ran out the door like a madman.

The people in the room didn't pay much attention—everyone who could enter this room was the most mentally ill group in the entire mental hospital.

Although everyone was taking medication, it was common for them to suddenly have an episode.

After the old monk left, Roland picked up a 'mahjong tile' with a suspicious look.

After examining it for a while, Roland's pupils suddenly contracted.

These weren't mahjong tiles; they were divination cards carved from magic stones. Each card was engraved with runes used to explore the lower world.

This mahjong table wasn't a mahjong table either; it was a genuine divination table.

This set of equipment could be used by 'mortals' without any magical power.

In order to perfectly disguise themselves, the old Black Abyss members secretly took medicine to eradicate the 'wizard disease' from their bodies. Therefore, they didn't have real magical power and invented this ritual to explore the lower world.

This ritual was very good. Because the wizards weren't using their own magical power, the magic wasn't easily contaminated when exploring the lower world. They wouldn't mutate because they delved too deep.

In addition, magic stones, as an energy source, were more stable than injecting magical power.

If seven people were suddenly to go crazy during the exploration, the ritual would be in trouble. The people who had dived deep into the lower world wouldn't be able to return.

But if magic stones were used, the ritual would continue even if people had problems. At that time, as long as one person remained conscious, they could pull everyone else back one by one.

Therefore, even if this group of old guys had magical power, they would still use this method.

Thus, this 'mahjong table' was actually a genuine 'Seven-Point Table'.

Looking at the other card tables, they were also filled with similar divination or deduction cards. This kind of deduction was a type of calculation that consumed a lot of mental energy. The people in the room took turns deducing, and each person consumed a large amount of mental energy, so their faces were all dull.

The melon seeds and fruits were magic herbs that everyone secretly planted, which could assist in divination and deduction, and also restore mental energy!

Looking again, those 'televisions' were 'crystal balls' that the old Black Abyss members had polished from materials within the monastery. They continuously showed images of various areas within the monastery.

The people watching television were monitoring the hospital, keeping real-time surveillance on whether the six people had appeared. On the one hand, this could provide early warning, and on the other hand, it could find patterns to provide data for experiments.

Everyone was very serious, very proper. But because they were wearing patient gowns, they looked like patients playing cards and mahjong.

This group of old guys was remarkable. They lacked suitable materials, yet they hand-crafted strange objects and magic books!

And they did all these things without any magical power!

This was like building a castle from scratch on a deserted island.

At this moment, Old Johnson and several old tower masters walked over, chatting as they sat down.

Johnson said, "…So, as I said, it's more suitable for Roland to be the 'eyes' this time."

Another old man said, "We're still missing a diver. Williams isn't coming today. He found a new idea and is going crazy in his room."

Johnson snorted and said, "Hmph, that old dog. It's quite something that he could come up with that idea. It's good that he's not coming. Brian will bring a more suitable diver."

A middle-aged man who looked a little familiar to Roland corrected, "Teacher Johnson, Roland provided Williams with that idea during the day."

Everyone couldn't help but pause slightly and look at Roland.

Johnson laughed and said, "Haha, I said that old thing can't even tell who he is anymore, how could he come up with such inspiration… Let me reintroduce him. This is my student, Roland."

Several old guys on the side scoffed—your student? He must be a student you just took in, shameless! You didn't teach him!

However, Johnson was already over five hundred years old. And he had devoted his life to researching and teaching, paving the way for future generations, unlike others who researched their own things.

Therefore, many things in the Black Abyss were researched by Johnson and his team. Several deans, including many of the younger old Black Abyss tower masters present, were all Johnson's students.

Therefore, although everyone was unconvinced, they knew that the new blood of the Black Abyss should all call Johnson 'Teacher'.

At the very least, they should call him 'Principal'.

That middle-aged mage who looks a little familiar seems to be one of Johnson's students. But it sounds like he's also from the Alexandra era, over three hundred years old.

He explained his idea to everyone and then said, "I didn't understand Roland's ideas during the day, but Williams discussed them with me later. This time, let's follow his approach and dig out the arguments from the lower world."

As he spoke, the man smiled at Roland.

Roland suddenly realized that this person was the 'Executive Bishop Coleridge' who had led him to the prayer room during the day.

Johnson said, "Williams had discussed it with me before, and I thought he came up with it. I didn't expect Roland to 'see' it—the polymorphism of the Chaos system. Young people are more sensitive and have more inspiration. We're all getting old, and our thinking is too limited."

Coleridge nodded and sighed, "The Holy Spirits are also a new discovery. Although we have all seen the Holy Spirits before, no one has ever witnessed their appearance and disappearance completely from beginning to end like Roland.

Furthermore, no one has ever driven those six guys crazy. So we haven't observed these two phenomena.

Now, these two phenomena provide strong support for the polymorphism of the Chaos system."

An old Tower Master said, "It is indeed worth a try. But the problem is that according to this idea, we need to delve deeper and need more accurate data.

This requires more perfect magic stones."

Roland, who was listening from the side, suddenly understood.

No wonder that old guy rushed out just now. He went to get tools to make divination cards.

I don't have many magic stones on hand, but I do have a Philosopher's Stone.

Someone looked at Johnson and asked, "Weren't you planning to steal magic stones from the bank today? Why didn't you go?"

Old Johnson said irritably, "Steal my ass! My student told me that there's no money left!

I've almost stolen all the banks here in the past ten years!

If that 'Isabella' hadn't deposited some magic stones in the bank yesterday, I wouldn't have been able to put together these two hundred cards on the table!"

Roland looked at Johnson and didn't say anything. He wrote this down and thought to himself, 'Old guy, just keep courting death. I'll snitch to Senior Sister later, hmph, and stop pretending to be mysterious with me.'

Another person sighed, "That Isabella is poor enough, just like our young lady!

She exchanged for more than two hundred magic stones, but they were all low-grade!"

Roland thought to himself, 'Your young lady is indeed poor, but she did bring a lot of money this time. It's just that she can't use a single penny.

She also brought a lot of magic stones, but she doesn't dare to exchange too many at the bank.'

Someone said, "If that doesn't work, let's go to the Hydra branch again. It's been three months since the last time we went. We should be able to save up some."

Another person said, "How much can we save? They're all poor ghosts!

Let's rob those wealthy merchants who just got off the ship yesterday. I've written down their names. Johnson, according to your previous calculations, how many magic stones do we need?"

Johnson snorted and said, "If we explore using the previous approach, robbing some low-grade and mid-grade magic stones would be enough.

But it's different now.

Based on the magic density and quality of low-grade and mid-grade magic stones, even if the seven of us gather together to explore, the accuracy rate will not exceed 6.8%. To get the correct arguments, we don't know how many times we have to compare and deduce!

But if we have a pile of high-grade magic stones, or even a Philosopher's Stone, the accuracy rate can be increased to over 80%!"

Someone sighed, "Don't joke around. The South is a magical wasteland. Where are we going to find a Philosopher's Stone?"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone saw Roland suddenly rummage in his pocket and slam a palm-sized, dazzling gem onto the table.

Someone took it over to look at it in astonishment, and then their eyes widened.

Before everyone could say anything, Roland slammed handful after handful of magic stones, sea monster crystal cores, and magic pearls onto the table.

He was strong, and the 'precious' divination cards scattered on the table were smashed to pieces by the things he took out.

But no one cared about this. Everyone was stunned like silly geese.

Including the years in the Abyss, these old guys haven't seen so much money in over thirty years. Now, suddenly seeing so many good things, they're about to have seizures!

Johnson asked blankly, "You little brat, where did you get so much money?!"

Roland said evasively, "On the way here, I robbed a ship from the Bloodless Warlocks that the Hydras used to capture sea monsters."

Johnson cursed, "Don't bullshit! The cargo of ten ships that capture sea monsters wouldn't add up to as much as you have on hand!"

Roland didn't say anything. What he robbed was their strategic-level cruiser, which had been wandering at sea for over twenty years.

The Hydras usually send out ordinary ships to catch sea beasts. There are no Tier 2 Warlocks like Diana in the team, and no 'Shadow Great Spider'.

The ships aren't as good as Roland's, the team isn't as good as Roland's, and they don't go to dangerous areas like the Sea of Mist. And they haven't been out as long as Roland.

If there was a ship with more cargo than Roland had, it would be a miracle!

Someone suddenly said, "Wait a minute, you led a group of Bloodless Keep Warlocks to rob a Hydra ship? Was it called the Storm?"

News of the Bloodless Keep disappeared long ago. No one in the South remembers it.

But the Hydra Group losing an important warship was a major event—the old Black Abyss guys often wandered around the Hydra branch and knew that the Hydras were still looking for that ship!

Not only was the ship gone, but an entire Hydra formation was wiped out!

How many heads does the Hydra have in total?

This kid chopped off one head with a single blow!

This is equivalent to leading people to destroy a high tower in the Eastern Border Middle School!

Suddenly, someone asked, "You robbed that ship? So, you killed Dagmar too?!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's expression changed slightly.

Although this Dagmar was a junior and extremely ignorant, not everyone dared to mess with him at sea.

Although everyone present was confident that they could rub his head on the ground on land, apart from Johnson and the seven or eight real old guys, no one dared to say that they could kill him at sea.

The youngest of the Tier 2 early-stage old Black Abyss guys felt that their strength was about the same as Dagmar's.

That cheater had cheats!

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Roland said, "It was me and a group of Bloodless Warlocks. There were more than forty of us, and I just participated."

Everyone took a deep look at Roland and didn't say anything more.

The Black Abyss Warlocks present were well aware of what kind of people the Bloodless Warlocks were.

Ten of them combined wouldn't be worth one!

That Count Durand, Lady Wendy, and that Viscount So-and-so... everyone present could almost A them all together.

Moreover, it was said that the Bloodless Keep had been destroyed by the young lady.

The Tier 2 Warlocks were either killed or recruited.

Those who escaped were all trash among trash, garbage among garbage.

More than forty people... how many Black Abyss Warlocks could they be worth?

What's more, that Dagmar was a cheater with cheats!

He was almost invincible at sea! Below the demigod level, no one could break his defense! You could only use mystical means to deal with him!

Based on the level of mystical research of the Bloodless Warlocks, could they deal with his Sea God Angel body?

Even if you picked out the cubs of the Black Abyss, probably few could see his weakness.

If this kid didn't have some ability, after killing Dagmar, wouldn't those Bloodless Warlocks have torn him apart?

The fact that he was still alive meant that those Bloodless Warlocks were following his lead!

He was the leader! The others on the ship were all cannon fodder used by him to perform black magic rituals and sacrifice the Hydra pirate group!

What level is this kid at now? When he steps into the second gate of truth, what will he be capable of?

An old Black Abyss nodded and said, "You kid, you can join our council."

Many old Black Abyss guys became more amiable. Previously, they treated Roland more like a good seedling, but now they had somewhat adopted the attitude of treating him as a new generation of Tower Master.

Also a student, but at the level of a Tower Master.

Someone said, "Our people are building a new council in the South. After we get out, you can participate too."

Roland asked, "My lord, isn't it a bit too high-profile to build a council in the South?"

This really didn't fit the style of the Black Abyss.

Many old Black Abyss guys smiled and said, "It's not a council, it's a brotherhood."

At this time, the old monk who had run out earlier also returned with alchemy items, and everyone immediately got busy.

Roland took a closer look and found that the old monk seemed to have brought back several curios.

Their function was similar to a small hammer and chisel. However, these curios were made by hand. But he treated them like treasures.

These old guys had climbed out of the Abyss before, and many of their treasures were broken.

The things they had now were all made from scrap materials.

Roland didn't take out his secret treasures to show off. He helped everyone together and learned how to carve these things.

A bunch of people in the house helped, and after a while, some cards were replaced with better quality magic stones and crystal cores.

Then, someone lifted the seven-pointed table and replaced the 'mid-grade magic stone' in the center of the magic circle with a 'Philosopher's Stone'.

Immediately, the magic power fluctuations on all the divination cards were different.

— "How many years has it been? The Seven-Star Table can finally run at full power once."

— "We must find something today. If this matter is delayed any further, the young lady will definitely throw a tantrum!"

— "It's possible that the people the young lady sent have already arrived."

— "Yes, timing-wise, it's quite coincidental. Could that Isabella be the young lady herself?"

Upon hearing this, everyone shrank back their necks.

At this moment, someone blankly looked at Roland and asked, "Little Roland, I remember that the 'Lorenz' identity you used, what is its relationship with Isabella?"

Everyone suddenly looked at Roland in fear.

Roland coughed, planning to come clean with everyone.

Old Johnson suddenly laughed and said, "Impossible. This kid couldn't possibly be sent by the young lady. You can rest assured about the young lady's matter."

An old Tower Master frowned and said, "You've been acting suspiciously with Brianna and the others recently. What are you up to? I heard that you're trying to pry open that innermost sickroom?"

Old Johnson smiled without saying a word. At this moment, his ears suddenly twitched, and he pointed his chin towards the entrance: "Aren't you always curious about who was locked up in there recently? The person has arrived."

Two people walked out of the passage.

One was a nun, who looked ascetic, but when she smiled, she was charming and alluring, captivating. If she stuck a tail on her butt, she could play a fox spirit.

The other woman wore a hood, but just the lower half of her face felt far more beautiful than this nun.

However, this half of her face seemed to lower the temperature in the noisy room by a dozen degrees, and everyone felt cold sweat breaking out on their backs.

Someone cautiously leaned down and looked at the woman's face, then, as if seeing a ghost, his legs went weak, and he almost fainted.

The nun respectfully invited the woman into the room, and the woman lifted her hood, revealing a face as cold as an iceberg.

Looking at this face, Roland couldn't help but be slightly stunned. He thought to himself: 'Senior sister actually came here? Was this guy spying on me? And then came looking for me?'

This woman was Catherine!

With a rustling sound, everyone in the entire room knelt down.

Instantly, various shouts rang out in the room—something about being great, eternal, immortal, and the same set of praises to the King of Thousand Eyes that Roland had heard at Baron Hai Bao's place.

In Roland's words, that would be 'May you reign for ten thousand years and unify the world'.

The specifications for the praise were the same. So, if outsiders were to hear it, they would definitely frown, thinking that His Highness the Crown Prince had overstepped his bounds.

But these guys from the Black Abyss either knew Catherine's true identity or wanted to rebel against the King of Thousand Eyes. So, they always did this in private.

Although she was mentally prepared, Catherine's eyes still flashed with a hint of panic as she watched these high-ranking old fellows in the hall make such a move.

At this moment, she suddenly noticed that there was a young man in the room who was not kneeling, but instead frowning and sizing her up.

Catherine's expression couldn't help but become even more flustered.

Catherine's gaze attracted everyone's attention. Johnson looked up and saw that Roland was still standing there. He hurriedly pulled at Roland, urging him to kneel down quickly.

Roland ignored him and asked with a suspicious look, "Why did you run over here?"

Not only did he look directly at the adult, but he also spoke to the adult in such a tone!

The old Black Abyss members were immediately a little angry.

Roland slowly knelt down, and everyone's faces looked a little better.

Catherine coughed and said, "Everyone, please rise."

There was even a hint of trembling in her voice.

Roland's expression was strange for a while. He was very, very sure that this person was Catherine. Absolutely not fake.

However, he always felt that something was not right.

After everyone got up, Johnson scrambled to be the first to greet her in the crowd, and then invited Catherine to the Seven-Star Table.

Throughout the entire process, Johnson's expression and demeanor were very interesting. He was both very proud and very flattering and careful. It was as if a country bumpkin uncle suddenly saw his granddaughter who had entered the city and become a high-ranking official.

Because a certain little monk had not followed Johnson's instructions to prepare Catherine's favorite green tea in advance, he even got angry.

Catherine sighed and said, "Teacher, there's no need to be like this."

Hearing the word 'teacher', Roland was stunned for a long time.

Previously, Johnson had bragged that he had taught two stars.

Roland calculated and couldn't find out who the second star was.

Now he knew that this star was 'Alexandra'.

No wonder Johnson usually acted so arrogant, and no wonder Johnson didn't take anyone seriously, always calling Elder Williams 'old dog'.

He had a big backer, and everyone had to kneel down and kowtow to this big backer when they saw her!

In the entire Black Abyss lineage, only 'Utrecht', this terrifying demigod in the late Third Order, had a slightly higher status than Johnson—the two were classmates back then and later taught Catherine.

The old Black Abyss members were all very guilty, surrounding Catherine and hesitating as if they wanted to say something. It was estimated that they felt that with the young lady's temper, she would definitely ask about the matters here, but they were afraid of making her angry, yet they didn't dare to lie.

Catherine didn't seem to see what these people meant. Seeing that everyone was gathered around her, she said, "Everyone, go about your own business. I'm here to work today, so there's no need for everyone to surround me."

Everyone hesitated for a long time and didn't dare to leave.

Johnson impatiently waved his hand to let them go, and said, "Go, we've already told the young lady everything before. I already told you just now, it's okay. Are you still being an eyesore here, trying to make the young lady angry?"

Roland looked at those who didn't know the inside story from the side, coughed, and interjected to correct: "It's young lady, not young lady."

Johnson hurriedly secretly poked Roland—silly boy! Why are you interrupting! Your senior sister has a big temper, and she hates those who don't know their place.

He squeezed out a smiling face and said to Catherine, "Your Highness, this is my student Roland. He's a few years younger than you and also studied at the Black Abyss Academy, so he can be considered your junior."

"Oh?" Catherine smiled and looked at Roland: "Then you should have seen me at the academy, right?"

Roland sighed and said, "Stop playing, Catherine."

The people on the side couldn't help but frown—what tone is this kid using, calling the adult by their name directly?

Catherine's brows also furrowed slightly, revealing a slightly displeased look.

"Stop playing, senior sister—everyone, mentors, I said, I'm the spy she sent."

Roland reached out and pointed to Catherine's face: "I'm her husband."

Everyone: "???"

Johnson jumped up in a hurry, angrily saying, "What nonsense are you talking about! Your Highness, this kid is a little sick, please don't mind him. He even mistook his wife's photo for you during the day and took some medicine to get better. He is a very important person, he is very valuable."

Catherine showed an extremely strange expression. In the look she gave Roland, there was some suspicion.

Roland said, "Of course I'm valuable, 80% of the money in her current small treasury was given by me... Are you okay, senior sister? Are you acting, or do you really not recognize me?"

As he spoke, Roland stood up and sized Catherine up and down for a long time. He even lifted her hair and checked her ears—she had a small red mole next to her ear, which was a small mark to prevent others from using transformation water to transform.

Roland's every move was very natural, and the two obviously often interacted intimately like this.

Everyone couldn't help but show suspicious looks, and there was also some panic in Catherine's eyes.

Roland asked, "What's going on with you? You weren't caught in by those guys and given the wrong medicine, were you?"

Catherine avoided Roland's gaze and said, "I, I do have some amnesia... I remember now, teacher, Roland is indeed my husband."

Everyone couldn't help but be stunned when they heard this.

The young lady is married?

This little brat... Everyone looked at the things on the table and then at Roland—he didn't seem so annoying after all.

Many of the people present were old fellows in their four or five hundreds, who had watched the young lady grow up for two lifetimes. Some people had been Catherine's teacher for two lifetimes, and some had been her teacher for one lifetime.

So, although the young lady was everyone's boss, they also treated her like a child in the family.

So, everyone couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

The young lady had finally married, she had cultivated too quickly, living to two or three hundred years old in her previous life, but at that level, she was still a little girl. So, she had never thought about marriage.

And she didn't look up to anyone.

This stinky kid is quite capable. He's an orthodox member of the Black Abyss lineage, so the good fortune didn't flow to outsiders.

It's better to benefit our own child than to benefit someone else's child.

It's good to be married. She will eventually have to marry. It's just a pity that we didn't attend the young lady's wedding.

Everyone secretly smiled, happy that their own people had produced a kid who could catch the young lady's eye.

Some people secretly sighed.

Roland, on the other hand, gave senior sister a strange look and didn't say anything.

Husband?

His previous sentence was just a slip of the tongue, why did senior sister also call him husband?

Now that she remembered the relationship between himself and her, how could she still say it wrong?

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