I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha.

Chapter 195 The enemy is coming, the living devil of straw, the fisherman!

In order to facilitate the ghost servants and help him observe when the fisherman would return to Straw Town, Roland had already put away the ghost fog in the past two weeks.

Although the servants did not see little Roland coming in or out, when Roland entered the church, he felt that the fisherman was in the church.

He was even sure that the fisherman had just been standing in front of the statue of Helaka, burning incense, and on the altar, there was now a half-worn incense burner and three soul incense sticks.
Three pieces of high-quality soul incense made by mixing soul tears, dark water roots, etc.

They have just been inserted, but where are the people?

Why didn't I see him?

How did he slip away right under my nose?

Roland had some vague guesses, and these guesses made him sweat profusely.

I'm afraid I need to communicate with the witnesses about this matter.

After thinking for a while, he came to the mirror and decided to take back his name first, so that the fisherman would not use his name to cause trouble outside.

He shouted, "What's your name?" and heard his own answer in the mirror. He then repeated "Roland Alayeh" several times in his mind and regained his full name.

After getting his name back, he looked towards the empty hall and asked, "Everyone, don't hide. I have something to ask you."

Roland was not mad, because there were indeed people in the hall.

As soon as he finished speaking, three figures appeared on each side of the hall, a total of six people.

There were actually two official wizards and four apprentices.

Judging from their attire, they seemed to be from the Twilight Council, but they were definitely not Twilight wizards, as their mental states were all normal, so they were probably wizards from other schools of the Twilight Council.

These six people seemed to have been lurking here for a long time. They surrounded Roland, but did not rush to take action.

This is the church of Heraclea, and it is a church blessed by Heraclea.

It was of great research value, and the people did not want to damage the statue. They wanted to do it outside.

The official wizard in the lead was bald, with no hair on his body and covered with sores.

He said with a forced smile, "What a coincidence! We also have something to ask you. We heard that several people have disappeared here. Have you seen any of them?"

Roland thought for a moment and said, "In the past few years, there have indeed been some people hanging around here. And indeed, more than a dozen people have died, and one of your people might have been among them. However, I didn't kill any of them."

Everyone looked at Roland and nodded deeply, seemingly not believing him at all.

Roland asked, "But I do know who killed those people."

The leading wizard raised his eyebrows and asked, "Oh? I'd like to hear more about it."

Roland said, "It was the guy who just came in who killed him. He looked exactly like me, but he was holding a small fishing rod."

Everyone looked at the wand in Roland's hand with strange eyes.

Roland turned around and pointed at the statue of the goddess Heraclea. He said, "He should have come in about ten minutes ago. He burned three sticks of incense and may have even recited Heraclea's poems."

Everyone looked at Roland with increasingly strange eyes.

Another official wizard said, "Don't talk to this lunatic from the Black Abyss."

The leader waved his hand to stop his companions.

This Black Abyss Wizard was obviously very ill.

There is a saying in both the Abyss School and the Twilight School that in both schools, powerful wizards may not be seriously ill, but those who are particularly seriously ill will definitely be very troublesome.

He didn't want to fight if he could avoid it, but if this person didn't know what was good for him, it wouldn't be a loss to lose a few apprentices in exchange for a few rare items.

The bald man smiled and said to Roland, "Master, we are not here for those people, so we don't want your life."

He looked coldly at Roland's clothes, sword, and wand, and said, "I don't want your wealth either."

As he spoke, the bald wizard looked at the statue in the hall and the incense sticks with an interested look.

"We can leave the mirror with you, but we're a little interested in the statue. And what about those three long little torches? Are they incense? You should have the recipe, right?"

Wizards also often burn incense, and in secular religious ceremonies, they also burn incense, but they sprinkle the incense evenly in the incense burner instead of inserting it.

The bald wizard had some knowledge. After smelling the scent, he guessed that those things were incense.

Another wizard said to Roland with a forced smile, "How about being friends? Lend us the statue and the formula for a while, and we'll let you go."

Roland nodded. He had seen Heiyuan's seniors rob people, and they basically used the same tactics.

First, they'll ask you to lend them something, and then if you don't understand, they'll just kill you with their stuff. They'll take everything away.

However, he was not in the mood to talk to them now, he was very anxious.

He said, "Let's make friends. I have the formula. I designed and crafted this church and the statue myself. I also have the blueprints for the church and the statue. If you answer one question, I'll give them to you."

The bald wizard raised his eyebrows slightly. He didn't expect that this new wizard was so sensible.

He smiled and said, "Ask. We promise to let you go."

Roland looked up at everyone and asked, "Where is the fisherman?"

Everyone's faces were filled with excitement, and they cursed inwardly.

The bald wizard said meaningfully, "Boy, we didn't see any fishermen. Ten minutes ago, you were the only one who came in."

Roland sighed, "I can't let the fisherman go. I need to know where he is, but you won't tell the truth. I have to search your souls!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he opened his mouth and spewed out a golden lightning.

Everyone cursed in their hearts.

There is no way to talk to this lunatic!

However, these guys didn't really think about making a deal. What they just said was that they really didn't want to fight in the church because they were afraid that the guy would damage the statue before he died.

So they wanted to trick Roland out and kill him.

After all, there were so many of them, and the wizard on the other side was so young, he must be a genius who had just been promoted a few years ago. There was no reason not to take the treasure from him.

So I've been preparing to take action.

The moment Roland's magic power began to fluctuate, the bald wizard took out a small silver plate and held it out to shine. Then the lightning shot back at Roland strangely.

At the same time, another official wizard and his apprentices also took action. In an instant, many magic spells and strange objects flew towards Roland.

All of a sudden, Roland was hit hard.

But when the lightning and many magic and strange objects hit Roland, everyone showed an extremely strange expression - that was not a person, it was a scarecrow!

"Damn! That wizard has become one with the evil creature. He is the evil creature suppressed by the mirror!"

After the scarecrow was smashed, broken straw flew everywhere, and inside the scarecrow's body, a suspended scabbard was left.

The lightning that had just shattered the scarecrow landed on the scabbard, and then it reached out to the apprentices and began to run around the hall.

At the same time, a bunch of golden light and shadows flew out from the scabbard and flew towards the group of wizards.

The lightning and golden light were both very powerful. The lightning was extremely powerful, and it would release more than a dozen high-voltage arcs every time it hit the target.

And those golden lights seemed to be the shadows of the sword master. His figure was very strange, his sword moves were very tricky, and the lightsaber in his hand could fly!

The four apprentices blocked it twice and then all died.

The two official wizards' expressions changed slightly. They hadn't expected the boy's trump card magic to be so terrifying. They quickly took action to block the incoming shadows and lightning.

But before they could catch their breath, five or six more strange objects and a group of strange level 3 and 4 'banshees' flew over.

The two were horrified. The group of banshees alone was troublesome enough. Seeing that these banshees could use magic, they were immediately terrified.

How could they dare to hide their abilities? One person turned into a shadow to deal with the banshees, and another person's eyes turned into a mouth, and three arms stretched out from his back to deal with the strange creatures.

During the fight, the two of them swept their minds and quickly locked onto the Black Abyss Wizard. However, they discovered that the guy was grabbing the corpses of several apprentices and "snatching their souls"!
He used his magic wand like a fishing rod to hook the corpses of the apprentices, and four terrified souls struggled and flew out. Then he opened his mouth and swallowed those souls alive.

He is a living devil!

This move of seducing and devouring souls was exactly the same move used by the Twilight Wizard in the swamp.

At that time, he devoured evil spirits and corpses, and at the same time, based on the memories of the dead, he guessed the hiding place of the swamp banshee.

After Roland learned the techniques, he didn't practice them specifically, but the Corpse Wizard Roland was very adept at using them. Therefore, when he used them this time, they were easily defeated.

Normally, forcibly devouring souls has great side effects. The absorbed memories can easily cause schizophrenia.

The three-body twilight wizard is a "many-headed monster" in his own right, so the side effects are minimal to him. That's why I dare to use it.

As for Roland, after he swallowed the soul, he didn't experience any side effects at all!
Roland waved his sleeves and used the 'Amber Flower Moss Robe' to knock away the spells cast by the two wizards. While muttering the spell, urging the magic item to speed up the attack, he tilted his head left and right to search for the memories of the four apprentices.

After a moment, Roland suddenly opened his eyes, his face covered in sweat.

He nodded deeply, looked at the wizard with five arms and three mouths, and said, "Some tricks. When did you modify their memories?"

The wizard's eyes went dark when he heard this.

This psycho!
He had lost his previous arrogance. His magic power was surging, and he was struggling to hold on to the four or five strange objects. He spoke to Roland in a kind and reasonable manner.

"How can I change their memories? You came in alone! We really didn't see the fisherman. But I have a secret method that will definitely help you catch him. Don't! Don't!!!"

As he spoke, Roland suddenly activated the four or five magical objects: "How dare you lie to me!"

In the stormy attack, the wizard with five arms and three mouths soon revealed a flaw and was then strangled to pieces.

The wizard with five arms and three mouths would never have guessed until his death what words of his had suddenly angered him.

Roland looked at the 'black shadow' being chased around by eight 'banshees' and a group of holy fire servants, pointed at him, and the four or five strange objects flew towards him.

The shadow wizard cried out in pain. He knew that the man would never let him go, so he cursed: "You lunatic! You will never be cured in this lifetime!"

Roland ignored him and flew to the side of the wizard with five arms and three mouths. He opened his mouth and sucked. Then the wizard's soul flew into his stomach while begging for mercy.

After swallowing the soul, Roland tilted his head and searched for his memories.

The shadow wizard watched this scene and laughed wildly, "I know what that fishing rod is. Look at your wand, does it look like a fishing rod?"

Roland was struck by lightning.

"Then what kind of fish did I catch?!"

The shadow wizard cursed, "Who knows what kind of fish you're catching with your magic wand? There's no one here. You might even end up catching yourself!"

Roland's body shook violently, his eyes went dark, and he almost fainted.

Yes, I am a fisherman.

Roland is the only one who can leave the town.

I placed the incense burner there after I came in.

Xiang also inserted it after coming in.

I also recited the Book of Songs in front of the statue
Yes, ever since I threw my name into the mirror and allowed the other half of myself to merge with the straw, I have been manipulating the straw to repair the church and rebuild the statue!
After that, in order to accumulate virtue, he would often recite the Book of Songs under the statue of the god.

No wonder I was sure that the fisherman would come today.

Today is the first day of the new year!

On the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, I will definitely burn incense!
Yes, I am a fisherman.
This small town is my fish pond.

I come here to fish every day.

My fishing rod is the magic wand!

The fish I catch is myself!

Roland's mind was shaken. The Holy Fire Servant and the four or five strange objects lost control and paused. The Shadow Wizard seized the opportunity, escaped from the siege, rushed out of the door, and flew straight into the sky.

Roland glanced at the dark shadow going away outside, made a few hand seals, chanted a spell, and then stopped paying attention to it.

He gathered up his spoils.

Roland has one amazing thing: when he's having a tantrum, he focuses on it, and when he's done, he immediately returns to normal.

From a certain perspective, this guy was never really crazy, he just saw the truth.

He interpreted the absurdity and madness hidden beneath the surface, but after interpreting it, he would let it go and not take it to heart.

After collecting the five storage bags, Roland burned the corpse on the ground. He then took out the Heraclea Poetry and chanted a prayer for himself.

As he continued to recite the Styx Poetry, Roland felt his body lighten slightly. It seemed as if the five souls, using him as a medium, traveled to the Styx.

At this time, the seven good spirits had already flown back. They couldn't catch up with the black shadow. After chasing it for a while and expending a lot of energy, they were thrown away. So they simply returned.

After returning, the seven good spirits looked at their master with strange eyes, then knelt in front of the statue and began to pray.

Roland moved closer and took a look at the statue of Goddess Helaka.

"Is there anything special about this statue?"

After checking it out, Roland secretly sighed in his heart: "Mrs. Heraka's legs are long and white, and she has several pairs."

Soon, Roland's eyes moved slightly and he discovered that there were several runes hidden in the statue.

His expression suddenly turned very ugly.

Judging from these runes, they were left by myself.

He chanted some spells, and then the statue gradually became smaller, slowly becoming only the size of two palms.

Afterwards, Roland rummaged through his dimensional bag and found the altar!
"I also brought this statue."

"No, or rather, I took this statue back to the tower before."

“The statue I enshrine in my room is this one!”

After thinking about it, Roland took out a few crystal balls as if possessed.

These crystal balls were what he had obtained when he had previously manipulated his clones to kill various 'perverted little Rolands'.

He checked them one by one, ignoring a few perverted and disgusting prank videos, and soon found a video with Straw Town as the background.

After watching for a while, Roland's face turned pale.

In the video, there was never any little Roland. It was always just Roland.

Roland did all the weird things by himself.

Roland covered his face and sat on the steps. He consoled himself by saying, "Straw Town seals obsessions. Before we sever those obsessions, it's normal to do things someone with obsessive-compulsive disorder does.

Straw Town also seals desires. Before severing these desires, it is normal to do some strange things in front of the camera.

We cannot say that this person is abnormal or mentally ill because of this.

Good! Even if he had it, it was only in the past! He's fine now!
We cannot discriminate against a recovered patient!"

The seven nuns turned around and looked at the boss with strange eyes.

It seemed that in their eyes, all those weird and crazy things were done by Roland alone.

Roland fell into despair.

He thought to himself: 'Those thousand Rolands are indeed a thousand straws named after me. But they are also indeed me.'

'Or, before I killed them and took back their names, they were me from another timeline, with different karma from mine.'

'But after I killed them and took back their names, everything changed.'

'Little Roland is my identity and name, and they do a lot of things.

Our cause and effect are the cause and effect of the same person.

So, they are me and I am them.

So now I am a neurotic who went crazy and recovered.

And Straw Town is the big mental hospital where I once imprisoned myself."

No wonder so many skills can be developed to the master level. These more than a thousand people go crazy several times a day and gather in the church every week to go crazy together.

Well, that's not right. It wasn't a thousand people. It was just Roland from beginning to end.

(End of this chapter)