I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha.

Florence's faith became even stronger.

She gradually transformed from a figure who held the reformists back into a key force leading the reformists against the conservatives.

Many people have even begun to believe that Florence is the successor to the next generation secretly groomed by His Holiness the Pope of Andorra in Vermec.

Because she was so outstanding, even Harland and Johnson willingly accepted Florence's (Catherine's) command.

Florence clearly became Catherine's spokesperson within the Papacy, and through Florence, the senior also became involved in the struggle between the reformers and the conservatives.

Although this lineup still couldn't defeat the conservatives and prevent Harland from taking over, it caused the senior to waste a lot of her energy.

However, the wizards' spies within the Papacy were all preserved.

The reformers persisted until the Pope recovered—even the prescription was provided by Florence (Catherine).

At the time, Catherine was unaware of the "balloon and rope" incident, the fact that "Olivia is Queen Heracles," and other such matters. From the perspective of the Eastern Kingdom at that time, if Harland could not ascend to the throne, the best course of action would naturally be to save the Pope's life.

Otherwise, all the people the wizards had planted in the Papacy would have been uprooted along with the victory of the conservatives.

After the Pope awoke, he personally arranged for Florence to be placed in positions such as librarian and lead singer of the angelic choir, positions often used to gild the image of the Pope's successor!

His Majesty the Lord of Andorra often brought Florence with him, especially when he came to read.

His Holiness Andor once remarked that if Florence had been born twenty years earlier (about the same age as her senior) and returned to the Holy See twenty years earlier (to establish sufficient experience and prestige), the reformist cause would surely have succeeded, and the Order of Light and Shadow would surely have undergone earth-shattering changes.

Like the King of a Thousand Eyes, His Holiness the Pope of Andorra also possesses discerning eyes—Miss Catherine is undoubtedly an excellent successor to the leadership, whether in the South or the North.

Until another person came along.
After Florence used the wrong magical mark to send the message to 'Roland', she walked confidently through the rows of bookshelves.

Suddenly, she noticed a beam of light descending from behind a row of huge bookshelves in the distance.

Florence couldn't help but look puzzled: 'Is the Godfather trying out some new divine magic again?'

Florence sensed something was amiss and quickened her pace.
the other side.
When Roland and his two companions arrived at the library, they were shocked by what they saw.

The enormous library is like a magnificent and sacred circular auditorium, with bookshelves and books embedded in the walls and dome, forming solemn mythological stories like exquisite murals.

Many stone slabs floated in mid-air, emitting a faint light, resembling a cluster of shining stars when viewed from the ground.

But if you walk through a few bookshelves on the ground and look up from a different angle, you will find that the stone slabs form solemn statues and angels that radiate divine brilliance.

The images of these gods and angels appear different depending on the angle from which they are viewed. And if you walk through the library, you will find that the stone slabs, the patterns on the dome and the walls depict a 'heavenly scene'.

The bookshelves on the ground appear somewhat chaotic, like a maze. But if you go upstairs or fly into the air to look down, you'll find that the bookshelves and books on the ground also form many patterns, and the patterns change with the perspective.

They depict the various forms of beings prostrating themselves in worship.

The library itself lacks elaborate and luxurious decorations, unlike those famous, work-of-art cathedrals. Yet, it is more magnificent, solemn, and sacred than any of those cathedrals.

If you were there, you would feel a sense of awe and reverence under the intense visual impact.

To be honest, although this place looks very impressive, its actual total area is not very large. The collection of books is at most a few hundred thousand volumes.

This pales in comparison to the massive libraries in the Eastern Territory, which often boast collections of millions or even tens of millions of volumes—each city library in the Eastern Territory holds several million books. The National Library alone holds over thirty million volumes!

Moreover, this is a library open to the entire society—those secret libraries that house forbidden magic books are even more terrifying in scale.

In comparison, no matter how magnificent and exquisite the Holy See's library is, it only has a few hundred thousand books.

However, these books are all ancient scriptures!

Moreover, they are all heavenly books with enormous capacity, capable of completely recording divine texts!

In that vast Vilmik, the vast majority of the Dawn Bibles were stored. Yet, even all of them combined couldn't fill a small copying hall!
Moreover, most of these ancient scriptures are just stone tablets. If they were put into books, there wouldn't be many.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that the Holy Mothers of Dawn are not very active, so there are very few old scriptures about them.

But Heracles was a very active and famous goddess—yet, all the old stories about her could fill a whole carriage.

The ancient scriptures of the Three Holy Mothers of Dawn can be fully recorded in a single Book of Paradise. But the story of Heracles cannot be contained in two Books of Paradise!
The Holy See's library contains hundreds of thousands of books of heaven, far more than the stars visible to the naked eye!
The church always said that the countless stars symbolized the gods, a claim the wizards always scoffed at. Now, Roland had come to the church's holy site, and he finally understood how many terrifying truths were buried within the church's many 'lies'.

Above this celestial canopy, there are more deities qualified to leave a significant mark on history than the stars visible to the naked eye.

Those angels and minor gods were not qualified to be recorded in the Old Scriptures.

This tiny world is indeed just a beehive. And heaven has countless beehives like this.

Roland couldn't help but sigh, "If we were placed in the 'Stars,' we would be a small civilization that hasn't even left the galaxy yet, while Heaven would be the fallen empire that has already ruled the entire galaxy. Calling us 'father' is indeed not an exaggeration."

Joan, standing to the side, gave Diana a strange look and asked, "What is your master saying now?"

Diana glanced at Roland and said, "A game."

Joan nodded in realization. She remembered the pixelated games that had recently become popular in the academy—ever since someone created something called 'Greedy Black Abyss Serpent' on the Crystal Compass last year, many idle apprentices had become addicted to it.

It seems like 'Virmick blocks' are becoming popular this year.

Soon, the three of them passed through several rows of bookshelves and arrived at the reading area in the center of the library. Here, there were two long tables and several copying tables.

Perhaps because someone had been repairing books before, the table was cluttered with scrolls, slates, tools, and other items, making it look messy.

The copying tables were in disarray, having become nothing more than small tables piled with miscellaneous items. They looked as if no one had used them for a long time.

Roland said, "It seems that this library is usually not very popular. Look at this place, it's so big, but there are only two long tables and a few copying tables. I guess there aren't many people here to read or copy scriptures."

Joan nodded in agreement. She walked to the long table, touched a scroll with her hand, and found that there was a layer of dust on it.

Joan couldn't help but mutter, "Why doesn't Miss Florence tidy herself up a bit?"

Just then, a voice came from near another table not far away: "She's usually very busy." An elderly man copying scriptures emerged from under the opposite table. He held a scroll in his hand, as if he had just picked something up from the ground.

Judging from his appearance, the old scribe should be around the same age as old Johnson—eighty or ninety years old. But unlike Johnson's lean and thin frame, he was slightly plump, making him look more like he was in his seventies.

His appearance was very refined, and he wore a simple white monk's cap and a plain white robe without any holy markings.

Interestingly, he was also wearing a pair of small, round glasses, suggesting he had just been writing or reading something.

Although he is very old, judging from his appearance, he must have been a very handsome man in his youth, just like old Johnson—the portrait of the first dean hanging in the corridor of Black Abyss Academy was truly stunning.

However, Johnson is actually 600 years old, although he looks like he is in his eighties or nineties, he is very energetic.

In contrast, the old scribe seemed to be nearing the end of his life.

This is a real old man, perhaps because of his advanced age and poor health, he seems to lack energy.

After putting the scroll back on the table, the old scribe picked up the broom and dustpan beside the table, as if he intended to sweep the floor.

A figure hurried over—she tossed her little sweater onto the table and took the broom and dustpan from the old woman. Then she swept the floor a few times with a whoosh.

It turns out that a teacup had just broken.

No one knows what he just saw (the pillar of light from the holy monument), which surprised him so much that he dropped the teacup in his hand.

"Good boy, really good boy."

Seeing Miss Diana's expectant look, the old scribe wanted to pat her head, but his hand couldn't reach her head, so he patted her shoulder instead.

The original Diana used the alias 'Wendissa', and was only a little over 1.7 meters tall. But this current Olivia is her true form, over 1.9 meters tall. Standing there, she's like a statue, two heads taller than the old man!

Roland was a little taller than Diana, and Joan was only a little shorter than them. The old man looked like a child in front of the three of them.

After being praised, Diana sat down happily and started knitting, looking like she could call me anytime if needed.

The old scribe didn't ask the strange young lady any questions. He straightened his eyes and looked Roland over.

"Are you the group that applied to enter the library this afternoon?"

Roland lowered his hand from behind his back—this guy had clearly been planning to tie up the old man and alter his perception.

However, it seemed unnecessary at this moment. Moreover, the old scribe looked like an ordinary old man with poor health, and Roland was afraid he wouldn't be able to withstand the strain.

Roland gave a slight bow and politely replied, "Indeed."

Roland introduced himself—his name was Charles, and he was a disciple of Prince Alaye. Joan was called Joan, and Diana was called Helena.

The old man paused slightly when he heard Diana call him Helena.

However, he didn't say much, but instead looked around on the table and took out a form.

After glancing at it twice, he said with a somewhat troubled expression, "Miss Florence seems to have signed it on behalf of the Pope. Well, the Pope shouldn't have any objections. But the Order and the Book Management Committee haven't approved it yet."

Roland said, "Father, in fact, we have come on the orders of His Holiness the Throne of Olivia."

Hearing Roland use Olivia's name to intimidate him, the old man's expression darkened. He gave Roland a look that said, "You're really not a likable kid."

Roland smiled without saying a word, and once again placed his hands on his back—this time he planned to use a 'sedation spell,' a kind of magic that even an infant could use, which the old man should be able to withstand.

As for altering memories and perceptions, there's really no need. After all, he didn't even recognize who Diana was. Everyone's just here to look through the books; Brianna can handle that, right?
The old man thought for a moment, then looked at Miss Florence, who was hiding behind a bookshelf not far away, her vision blurred.

He then said to Roland with a hint of reproach, "Since you all got in through the back door, I can't control you. Scriptures are meant to be read by people; if it weren't for the idiot bishops of the order, they should be open to the public."

It's good that more people are looking through it, but you mustn't let the cardinals of the College of Cardinals find out. Otherwise, someone will come looking for trouble with me.

Roland breathed a sigh of relief; he was genuinely afraid that he would have to resort to force and injure the old man's body.

Roland smiled and said, "Father, please rest assured, we will come again when the museum is closed. Besides, you didn't see us today, so why would anyone cause you any trouble?"

The old man snorted, sat down, and began to flip through the book.

Just then, Roland saw Florence walking over. He winked at Florence, giving her a "Don't worry, there won't be any problems" look.

Florence's expression turned slightly unpleasant. She said in a very formulaic manner, "Your Excellency Roland, it's been a long time. Didn't I tell you to wait for the approval process to finish? Why did you come so early?"

Roland's expression turned slightly awkward; he had just been telling people his name was Charlie. It seemed that Florence felt there was no point in hiding it from the scribe.

Roland glanced at the old scribe engrossed in his book and thought to himself, 'That's right. Many people in the Holy Court probably recognize my face. Besides, I'll be coming here often; even if the old scribe didn't recognize me just now, he'll find out who I am sooner or later.'

After thinking for a moment, Roland said to Florence bluntly, "I am indeed very anxious. Your Church of Light and Shadow and the wizards of our Eastern Territory will soon be wiped out together, the kind that even God cannot save."

Therefore, I need to come here as soon as possible to check the information and see how I can help you replace the wings of the Angel of Comfort.

Roland's words were earth-shattering news for most people in the world.

But Florence's expression was very subtle after hearing this.

Her face darkened as she glanced at the old scribe not far away. Her eyes seemed to say, "I don't know how he found out; I didn't tell anyone!"

As for the old scribe, he acted as if he hadn't heard anything and continued turning the pages of the book.

The old scribe thought to himself, 'I thought little Florence took that 'model' to study it secretly, but it turns out he just wanted to show it to this kid.'

The old scribe couldn't help but recall the beam of light that had appeared when Roland and his companions arrived.

He felt that this kid should be able to figure things out.

Of course, it would be best if this kid could figure out some of the tricks of the trade. (End of Chapter)