I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha.

Roland noticed the panicked look in Florence's eyes when she looked at the scribes.

Roland suddenly realized: 'It seems that the upper echelons of the church are also aware of this matter. The Pope often studies such things in the library, so the scribes who reside there also know a little about it.'

This matter was kept extremely secret, and Florence was worried that her colleagues would misunderstand and think she had leaked it, which was why she seemed somewhat flustered.

Sure enough, Florence said, "Only His Majesty Andorra and a few others know about this. Where did you get this information from?"

Roland said, "Florents, the truth is written in the heavens. Anyone who sees the true celestial canopy of the Holy See will know this."

Florence's pupils contracted sharply, and she hurriedly said, "Roland, don't talk nonsense. His Majesty Andor knows all this because he is the spokesperson of the supreme gods and has the wisdom of the gods. Even so, he has consulted a great deal of ancient scriptures and made numerous calculations."

If you could see it at a glance, wouldn't your eyes be more discerning than those of the gods?!

Roland's lips twitched slightly, realizing he had misspoke.

He said calmly, "Florents, anyone who knows anything can tell whether something is broken or not at a glance."

Over the years, wizards have long begun to doubt the truth of this world.

With the emergence of powerful experimental tools such as the Well of Faith and the Forbidden Angels, many of our conjectures have been further validated.

We've long suspected that this world is a broken message in a bottle adrift at sea. It's just that we have many different theories about its form.

Therefore, after I heard Olivia tell me that 'the wings of the Angel of Peace are protecting this world,' I suspected that the conclusion I and Catherine reached based on the conjecture of 'Alysandra, the Witch of the Abyss' might be the closest to the truth.

But we were still wrong.
The Holy See is a perfect laboratory, where the sky records the results of experiments.

Our direction was correct, but we were also wrong. Because we never imagined that the world's repeated sinkings into the sea weren't due to the gods' intentional actions, but rather because they had fallen so low as to be incapable of controlling everything.

After hearing this, Florence clasped her hands together, a tear sliding down her cheek, and said, "God loves all people."

Roland rolled his eyes inwardly: "Love my ass. They don't want to destroy the hive not because they don't want to kill the pests in the hive, but because they no longer have the technology to kill the pests in the hive individually."

While inwardly complaining, Roland outwardly pretended to pray along with Florence, saying, "Yes, Florence. That is why I have decided to convert to the glory of heaven."

Florence believed Roland's nonsense, and said somewhat excitedly, "That's right, Roland. Your previous thoughts were based on arrogance and prejudice. The problem lies with the increasingly corrupt atmosphere of the Church, not the Kingdom of Heaven."

The gods are not the enemies of wizards; they are our benevolent fathers and your teachers.

Roland rolled his eyes, thinking to himself, "Only the Forbidden Creator is qualified to call himself our mentor."

Florence has always been like this; even in Vermeer, she was always trying to spread the idea that "God loves the world" and other similar concepts to Roland.
Many in the Order of Dawn were like this; even when they sided with the wizards, they believed that the Church of Light and Shadow, not the gods, were at fault.

Before the veil of the gods is completely lifted, these people will still harbor illusions about them.

Therefore, Roland was not surprised by Florence's words.

Roland didn't want to waste any more time arguing with her. He said, "Where's that thing Brianna asked you to find for me? Let me see it."

Roland's words betrayed both Florence and Brianna.

Florence's expression turned somewhat unpleasant. She glanced cautiously at the old scribe beside her, who looked like a naughty child caught red-handed by his 'father'.

Roland suddenly remembered that there were people behind him. He coughed and turned around to secretly glance at the old scribe.

Although Roland believed that as long as he and Diana didn't meet the Pope face-to-face, it wouldn't matter what trouble he caused, today's events would still bring Florence and Brianna some trouble.

Roland coughed and said, "This is also a task assigned by Olivia. Your Highness knows that the Pope is also researching this, but he's not skilled enough and probably can't handle it."

Upon hearing this, Florence, who was standing behind Roland, swayed slightly and nearly fainted.

Diana was startled and muttered under her breath, "I didn't say that."

The old scribe, who was engrossed in reading, rolled his eyes upon hearing Roland's words and said with a hint of annoyance, "Don't tell me I wasn't here today."

It seems this old man still remembers Roland's words, "You didn't see us today."

Roland couldn't help but chuckle to himself, thinking, 'This old fellow is quite sensible.'

Florence didn't want Roland to say anything more nonsense; she hoped he would quickly turn to his books and immerse himself in the world of knowledge.

She hurriedly found an oval 'mirror' with a diameter of half a meter and handed it to Roland.

After examining it closely, Roland was somewhat surprised. This thing actually looked like just a 'bronze mirror'.

This bronze mirror is very well preserved, and because it may have been mixed with other materials, it has a golden color.

It looks like an antique from the Bronze Age, but its surface is polished to an exceptionally smooth finish.

After looking at it from the other side, Roland discovered that the back of the bronze mirror was uneven and covered with strange geometric patterns.

The geometric pattern is composed of tiny, transparent grains of sand, which are some kind of magnetic crystals and thus adhere tightly to the back of the bronze mirror.

Out of curiosity, Roland ran his finger across the geometric patterns a few times, and then the patterns seemed to leave a mark on the sand as if Roland's finger had scratched them.

"A sand table?" Roland looked at Florence and the old scribe opposite him with some surprise.

The old scribe ignored Roland. Florence, standing nearby, chuckled, "You could say that, Roland. The image on it is the Holy See, you know. Can you tell?"

The back of this 'bronze mirror' is clearly a bunch of strange geometric shapes, yet Florence said they depict the entire Holy See.

"Isn't this a higher-dimensional topological diagram of the Holy See?"

Roland looked at the geometric figures in astonishment, then said with some doubt, "Isn't this the high-dimensional topological diagram described by the divine script on the 'Holy Stele'?"

The old scribe's pupils suddenly contracted.

Florence didn't notice the old scribe's expression. He said with a smile, "What nonsense are you talking about? Divine script can indeed describe all information, including the topological structure of higher-dimensional space."

But the stelae in the Holy See are all broken, and what they depict is incomplete; this mirror cannot possibly depict the topological map of the stelae. Besides, His Holiness Andorra worked with it yesterday, and it now displays a map of the Holy See—Roland, don't be discouraged. Even with your talent, it's impossible to understand it in a short time.”

Florence had seen many people study this 'bronze mirror,' and these people were generally 'priests' with extremely high mathematical talent—there were indeed mathematicians in the church, mostly among the reformists.

Of course, there are also many fake priests and real wizards like Johnson and Harland.

When these people study this thing, they often have to use various tools to do a lot of calculations, and then deduce and change the planar structure behind the 'bronze mirror' as they go.

But apart from a few people like the Pope, many people have studied these plane geometric figures their whole lives and still don't know what they really are.

Florence didn't actually know that Roland wasn't good at math at all; she only knew that Roland had written many papers on magic.

Professor Johnson once said that no wizard who studies 'modern magic' is not proficient in mathematics, so Florence thought that Roland was a mathematical genius.

His Majesty Andorra was also a mathematical genius who saw numbers and formulas as graphs rather than words.

Therefore, Florence believed that Roland would definitely be able to understand this thing, but like His Majesty Andorra, it would just take him a lot of time.

Besides, she hasn't even told Roland how this thing is projected yet.

Without seeing the projection, it's impossible to know what those geometric patterns actually are. Therefore, Florence believes that Roland was just guessing.

After listening to Florence's words, Roland remained silent. He observed the geometric patterns for a while longer, then reached out and began to tug at the shadows on the ground.

In an instant, the shadows of the entire library gradually obscured the light, like curtains, as Roland waved his hand.

Upon seeing this, Florence wore a very strange expression. This was because 'turning off the lights' was part of the preparation for using the bronze mirror.

The old scribe's expression was also somewhat subtle, but not because of Roland's action of turning off the lights, but because Roland hadn't used any magic at all.

—Roland didn't use any magic or divine power at all; the shadow was simply pulled up in his hands like a curtain!
Soon, the sacred torches inside the museum dimmed one by one, as if plunged into darkness. Only the old stone slabs on the dome continued to emit a faint light, like a galaxy in the night.

If an astronomer were here, he would discover that the 'stars' on the library's dome are exactly the same as the stars in the sky.

The largest, bright stone slab is the moon in the sky—or rather, the throne.

"go there."

Roland pointed, and the bronze mirror seemed to come alive, flying to the vicinity of the 'moon'. The back of the mirror faced the light emanating from the moon, while the smooth surface faced the ground.

The back of the mirror received moonlight, while the front reflected starlight. It cast a strange shadow—not cylindrical or conical, but highly irregular, looking like a stack of light blocks.

However, the blocks looked very strange and did not resemble the high-dimensional topological diagram of the monument.

Joan reminded her, "Did you just mess up the things behind it with your hands?"

Roland frowned and said, "No, I have already restored those marks to their original state."

Hearing this, Florence secretly breathed a sigh of relief. But the old scribe's expression was extremely solemn. Because Roland had already given his answer.

The reason the topology diagram was wrong was not because Roland answered the question incorrectly, but because he didn't know how to use the mirror.

The old scribe wanted to offer a reminder, but just then, Roland seemed to suddenly understand something and showed a look of realization.

Then he reached out and partially obscured the 'moon' with shadow—it was a full moon, so the moon in the dome was full. However, the last person to project a higher-dimensional topology using the bronze mirror did not do this on a full moon day.

As the moon changed position, the blocks projected onto the bronze mirror also gradually changed. Before long, it revealed a portion of the high-dimensional structural topology of the monument—or rather, the 'damaged' portion of the high-dimensional topology.

Clearly, someone, like Roland, has already deciphered the Holy Tablet.

Roland stroked his chin and used his mental power to adjust the geometric shapes behind the bronze mirror near the moon. Then, another part of the high-dimensional topological diagram of the holy monument appeared.

He made six consecutive adjustments, and then all the higher-dimensional topologies of the monument appeared in the projection in sequence.

After fiddling with it for a while, Roland asked, "Are there seven mirrors in total?"

Florence, with a fascinating expression, countered, "Yes, but the other six are already broken—was that projection really a high-dimensional topological diagram of the Holy Monument?"

Roland said, "Yes. It seems that you have already deciphered the structure of the Holy Monuments. As long as you send people to adjust the various Holy Monuments according to the topology, the Holy Monuments of the Holy Throne can teleport people to any place and summon people from any place."

But why not adjust it? Why are the holy tablets of the Holy See still using the wrong topological structure?
Florence couldn't answer because she had no idea when the Godfather had done it.

With a puzzled look, she glanced furtively at the old scribe.

The old scribe said, "It was only finished yesterday. And it hasn't been tested yet, so we can't confirm whether it's correct or not."

Roland suddenly realized and said, "Oh, no wonder. The Holy Tablet is an important part of the Holy Throne. If you want to decipher the entire Holy Throne, you can't bypass this part. So, the current progress in deciphering the Holy Throne should just be at the Holy Tablet part, right?"

The old scribe nodded with a complicated expression.

After thinking for a moment, Roland asked with some curiosity, "Were you there yesterday too? How long did it take him to start reconstructing the topological structure of the Holy Monument yesterday?"

The old scribe shook his head and said, "How could such a job be done by one person? It requires generations and countless professional teams to do it little by little."

Upon hearing this, Roland's expression stiffened slightly.

Roland had assumed that the Pope would not have spent much time figuring out the solution, but he had not expected it to be so difficult.

So he inadvertently revealed the differences between himself and normal people.

To put it bluntly, the things inside the Holy Throne do not belong to this world at all; they come from another world in a different dimension.

Those who can understand these things that don't belong to this world at a glance without any calculation, deduction, or testing must be from another world.

For example, the madman. (End of this chapter)