I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha.

When Helena stole the data, she claimed that part of it was missing and contained a lot of strange, untranslatable gibberish, which is why.

In the words of Merlin, the teacher who studied these gibberish characters, it's like 'someone slowly scribbling randomly in a book.'

Some even suspected that these gibberish characters were deliberately left behind by Olivia to play a trick on people. Because these gibberish characters were simply the graffiti of a madman, utterly meaningless.

Meanwhile, Roland had no idea where the banquet was being held. And with very few servants in the castle these past few days, Roland searched everywhere but couldn't find a single one.

It wasn't until he was about to leave the area and head to the Fifth Courtyard that he saw a furtive servant in a corridor on the first floor.

Although the servant was acting suspiciously, he came over to Roland after seeing him and offered to lead the way.

After learning from the servant that the venue was on the first floor, Roland was led there by the servant.

Soon, the two arrived at the side entrance.

The door was open, and there were several priests and wizards chatting at the entrance. When they saw Roland, their eyes lit up, and they wanted to greet him.

Roland waved his hand, telling them to keep quiet. Then he stood outside the door and observed the situation inside the venue for a while.

The banquet hall of the Dracula family is very similar to that of the Bloodstained Fortress, and has a luxurious Loloco style.

The hall was teeming with people. On the dance floor, witches in their finest attire danced gracefully alongside knights in military uniforms. Priests and wizards chatted and laughed, raising their wine glasses.

Everything was harmonious and joyful, as if it were a grand banquet within the Dracula family. There was no indication that these people had been fighting to the death just a few days earlier.

During the daytime negotiations, Olivia, representing the Kingdom of Heaven, promised a future to both the wizards and the church. The Church of Light and Shadow would split into different sects and merge into the 'Dawn New Church'.

Everyone will have a bright future, and so everyone seems to have eliminated the gaps from the past and strengthened their relationship.

The Church of Light and Shadow has connections, political resources, and religious resources, but it is about to decline. The wizards have power and are rising stars, but they need the help of the old church to take over its legacy.

Both sides needed each other's help, so those who talked about interests talked about interests, and those who talked about feelings talked about feelings, and together they began to discuss how to divide up the world and divide up those parishes and oppressed believers.

Everyone had a very pleasant conversation.

Roland felt a little uncomfortable; he suddenly didn't want to attend the banquet anymore.

Roland asked a servant where Catherine was. The servant rolled his eyes and said...

"I already told you, it's in the fourth courtyard, but you still insisted on coming to the venue. Come with me."

Roland frowned slightly.

Although the servant was quite enthusiastic towards Roland, he was never very polite. He spoke in a rather disrespectful manner.

Roland didn't want to argue with her any further, so he said, "I know which way to go, you don't need to follow me."

Despite being told not to let the servants follow, she kept coming along. Not only did she follow, but she also kept talking to Roland and asking him for things.

Roland had nothing on him at the moment, and in his helplessness, he touched his clothes and gave the exquisite brooch with jewels inlaid on his chest to his servant.

But the servant became even angrier after receiving the brooch.

Roland wasn't in the mood to pay her any more attention and headed straight for the fourth courtyard.

As Roland stepped out of the building and was about to enter the snowstorm, he inexplicably felt a pain in his lower back.

He pulled open his shirt with a puzzled look and found that there were several bruises on the tender flesh of his waist!
Just as Roland was staring blankly at the bruises, he suddenly noticed a small, white hand on his waist, which was twisting his arm hard.

Startled, Roland looked to his side following the small hand and found the servant grimacing as he pinched him hard.

Roland: “???”

Seeing Roland's bewildered expression, the maid rolled her eyes and said speechlessly, "Senior, what are you doing? Have you forgotten about me?"

Roland stared at the servant for a long time. The servant's face slowly became clear; it was Helena.

Roland suddenly remembered many things.

The servant who had been guiding him was Helena. She had come specifically to find him, but in fact, Roland had met Helena just as he came out of Olivia's room.

Because Helena had been secretly climbing the wall in the corridor.

Therefore, the two did not meet on the first floor; they met in the corridor outside Olivia's door.

But because Helena was always using the magic mirror to remain invisible, Roland forgot about this.

He not only treated Helena like a servant, but also thought the two of them had met on the first floor.

Looking at the furious junior student Helena, Roland couldn't help but ask guiltily, "How long have you been in the corridors of Olivia?"

Helena rolled her eyes, speechless, and said, "Senior, you've asked seven times already!"

After a pause, Helena's face showed extreme suspicion. She said, "What exactly were you two doing in the room?"

Roland rubbed his face dejectedly and said, "I can't remember. I only remember that Olivia seemed to have gone mad."

After a pause, Roland continued, "I remember, I think I was afraid she would run out and spread epilepsy, so I must have done a lot of things that you didn't see in her eyes, right?"

"No, I didn't dare to go inside. The people who control the Forbidden Angels are very certain that you haven't left the room, so we know you haven't left."

If the angels hadn't detected some strange signals later, my senior wouldn't have been so worried and sent me over to check on them.

Helena muttered with lingering fear, "No wonder you kept asking me how long I'd been at the door, and every time I told you I'd only been there a short while, you seemed relieved."

So there really was a distortion. No wonder, no wonder.

Roland broke out in a cold sweat as he listened.

Of course he didn't have amnesia. He was just faking it all.

Just then, Helena said something else.

"I thought my compass was broken. Now that I think about it, the compass was indeed broken because the pollution level in that area was too high."

Suddenly, Helena gripped Roland's arm tightly. Her face was pale, and she asked in a slightly panicked voice, "S-Senior, I...I actually lied. I arrived around 7:00, and I did hear some strange noises at the entrance."

Roland's heart skipped a beat. It was past seven o'clock, the most crucial moment of the battle.

His face paled slightly, and he replied somewhat flusteredly, "Cough, those screams and such were just the wails of the underworld echoing in the surface world. Yes, that's right, I later banished quite a few evil spirits and banshees!"

"An evil spirit? A banshee?"

Helena blinked, asking with great curiosity, "Are there such things? Did they make any wails?"

Roland paused for a moment, then asked in surprise, "No? Then what did you hear?"

Helena shook her head with a strange expression.

After a moment, she said, "The sound of footsteps."

Roland: "?" After a moment of confusion, Roland couldn't help but ask curiously, "The sound of footsteps?"

Helena nodded deeply and said, "Yes, the sound of footsteps. The sound of footsteps on a thick carpet."

Roland: “???”

After a slight hesitation, Roland clapped his hands and asked cautiously, "Is this the sound of clapping?"

Helena thought about it seriously for a while, then shook her head deeply.

She then took a few steps back on the carpet.

"Did you hear that?"

Roland: “???”

Seeing Roland's bewildered expression, Helena secretly glanced around. Finding no one nearby, she simply lay down on the carpet and began to crawl backward.

Roland: "??????"

"Oh well, I can't imitate it."

Helena sighed silently. She stood up, dusted herself off, and said, "Anyway, it sounds like a lot of people are crawling on a thick carpet. Tear, tear, tear."
Maybe I'm hallucinating.

At this point, Helena couldn't help but shrink her neck.

Helena found solace in self-consolation and stopped thinking about it—after all, Roland had said that Queen Heracles had gone mad. So it wasn't surprising that she had heard anything.

But Roland was terrified.

Because he knew very well what had happened between him and the Queen. However, Helena told him that, in the eyes of others, the events of tonight were not like that at all.

From 2 PM to 8 PM. Roland clearly remembered it as two hours, but in reality, six hours had passed.

He initially thought he had been so engrossed in his own antics that he had lost track of time, but now it seems that the truth is probably not so.

Helena took Roland's arm and they walked into the snowstorm, heading towards the fourth courtyard.

"What are you doing, senior? Why are you so distracted? Hey, senior, why is your face so pale?"

Roland shook his head, his face pale, his thoughts unreadable.

After a moment, he wiped the snowflakes off his face and said, "What you heard was probably the sound of hair."

Helena shrank back and said, "Don't even think about it, senior. It's kind of scary."

Strange images flashed through Roland's mind, and his face grew even paler.

Helena added, "You must have had a tough time, senior. Being locked up in that room with that monster for so long all by yourself. I had just entered the corridor when the compass monitoring the pollution level shattered with a snap."

The riverbank has such a strong purifying power, yet the pollution level is still terrifying. I'm already like this in the hallway; I wonder what the room must be like!

It's only because of you; if it were anyone else, they would have turned into something strange and weird.

Luckily, I possess divine power, and I arrived too late. Otherwise, I'll have to check my body later, lest some strange or mysterious things grow out of it.

Roland's expression turned extremely ugly.

He glanced at Helena several times, wanting to ask, "Junior, are you trying to scare me?" but he wisely kept his mouth shut in the end.

Roland didn't want to talk about this anymore. He deliberately dragged Helena around the snow-covered Fifth Courtyard a couple more times, hoping to use the power of the River Styx to cleanse his body.

Although the wind and snow were quite heavy and it was very cold, it wasn't suitable for walking around too much.

But Helena did not object, because she felt that Roland should walk in the snow a little longer.

To distract himself from the strange images that occasionally flashed through his mind, Roland started chatting with Helena.

During this casual conversation, Roland couldn't help but recall the scenes he had just witnessed at the banquet.

Everyone was having a good time. This should have been a good thing, but Roland felt a little uncomfortable.

"Helena, what are everyone's attitudes toward this negotiation?"

Helena said, "What other attitude could it be? In the words of the Twilight and Abyss wizards, it's 'A free cake often comes at the most expensive price.'"

Senior, you know. The older generation of Black Abyss and Twilight wizards have dealt with various evil gods many times and know their nature.

Even though the God of Heaven is not an evil god, what difference is there?

The new generation of Black Abyss and Twilight Wizards and Apprentices are all clear-headed individuals.

Everyone knows that when choosing a tutor, those who offer all their courses for free are the ones you should absolutely avoid.
The gods' scheme this time was too obvious; even a fool could tell that the cake they offered was poisoned.

"That means those idiots in the church are still hoping for a bright future."

Roland nodded, understanding Helena's meaning.

Everyone seems to be getting along well with the church, but deep down they all know what's going on.

The wizards of Twilight and the Black Abyss are all drawn from the darkest wizarding system; the easily lured and naive ones mostly die during their apprenticeship. Those who survive are all intensely paranoid.

Some extreme Twilight and Abyss wizards are twisted in their minds. In their eyes, those who seem most harmless deserve to be killed. The more friendly and selfless a person appears, the more vile, selfish, and ulterior their motives are.

People judged others by their own standards and were not fooled by the promises made by the gods; instead, they were filled with vigilance.

Therefore, the wizards' apparent harmonious relationship with the priests at the banquet was actually an act.

If you think about it carefully, it's not normal. After all, how could someone who considered the gods his enemies just a day ago be bought off just because he saw a pie in the sky that hadn't been realized yet?

But the people in the church believe!

Because, in their view, the wizards had gone to such lengths for so long just for this little bit of sugar.

Even in the eyes of the gods, the insects should have reacted the same way after they threw out a pie.

After all, bees in a hive are meant to eat honey.

Over the course of seventy thousand years, all the insects the gods encountered were honey-fed. No matter how much trouble the insects caused, a little sugar and a warning were all it took to calm them down.

Only three or four thousand years have passed since the last world reboot. How could the insects have changed? And if they have changed, what kind of change could they have made?
Even if things have changed, they'll definitely get some sweets. They've already been given the chance to ascend, and they're even willing to accept their best insect as a new god. What more could they want?

The insects had no reason to fight any longer.

Therefore, they never wondered why these insects suddenly stopped eating sugar and started eating meat.

Roland thought for a moment and suddenly realized that Helena had been talking about the Abyss and the Twilight Wizard.

So he asked, "And what about the wizards of the Hermitage, and the White Chess wizards?" (End of Chapter)