I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha.

Chapter 196 Bodyguard Mission, Gray Hair

Roland made a bold assumption.

In this scenario, he didn't kill any of the little Rolands. So at this moment, if someone used a crystal ball to record their various actions, what they would see would be a thousand people.

But after he killed these thousand little Rolands, when he looked at the crystal ball again, he found that there was only one person in the video.

To put it bluntly, if he changes the future, he will change the past!
This is a completely crazy theory!

Roland personally verified this crazy theory. From his perspective, the conclusion he drew from this crazy theory is the same as the one above - changing the future means changing the past!
However, since the future and the past have changed, all the arguments disappeared after he verified the insane theory!
Therefore, this epilepsy theory is a "hypothesis" before it is verified. During the verification process, people will be very sure that the conclusion of this "hypothesis" is that "the epilepsy theory is true."

However, once the epilepsy theory is verified, its conclusion will immediately become "the epilepsy theory is false"!
No matter how you investigate the experimental logs, no matter how you repeatedly observe the results just obtained, you will come to the conclusion that "the theory of insanity is false"!

Unless there is no one to observe or interfere with it, the result will definitely change.

Roland sighed, "I'm afraid I can't publish this crazy theory of mine. I can't prove that I'm not crazy!"

At this moment, Roland couldn't help but sigh again.

In your own eyes, others are blind.

But according to everyone's verification, am I not also a lunatic?
Shaking his head, Roland came to the mirror.

"Originally, this mirror wasn't a rare item; it was just an antique. However, it has now become deeply intertwined with the mysteries of Straw Town."

"After I cut off the desire and obsession sealed within the mirror, this magical artifact became a reality."

Touching his chin, Roland looked at himself in the mirror. He played the game of throwing and picking up names over and over for a while before discovering a clever use for the mirror.

"This is a great item for hiding your identity!"

"It can also be used to take away people's names!"

After putting away the strange object, Roland walked out of the church. However, he found that the seven nuns were reluctant to leave. They pulled the master aside and pointed at the church.

Roland suddenly understood.

"You said you wanted to take the church away?"

Roland looked around the magnificent church.

Today, although the straw has disappeared, the sweat of the little Rolands still remains here.

The burned-down church was perfectly restored and even rebuilt with the help of straw and the little Rolands.

It was morning and the sky was exceptionally clear.

Clear sunlight streamed through the huge stained glass windows on either side of the church, creating columns of Tyndall light. Beneath these columns were the colorful shadows of mythological stories. Against the backdrop of these shadows were the slowly drifting clouds in the sky.

Inside the huge church, every mural and every sculpture is the artistic crystallization of the wisdom of thousands of people.

It would be a shame if this cathedral were to gather dust in this straw town.

It took little Rolands a lot of effort to repair this church.

In order to make it more in line with the style of the Heraclea Church, several art masters, including Roland the Younger, worked tirelessly to redesign the church's murals and sculptures, and almost worked himself to death.

What a great merit this is!

The church can be destroyed, but the statue cannot be left here to gather dust, right?

Since he was planning to take the statue with him, he might as well take the church with him. He could then dedicate the statue to Heraclea, and the nuns would have a place to live.

And I even carried the church and statue of the goddess Helaka with me. Who could still say I was not pious? Or that I was a hypocrite with no faith at all?
You have to wear the robes to show that you have merits!
You have to carry the church with you to show that you are sincere!

The more guilty Roland felt, the more he felt he had to do a good job of saving face.

If I do this face-saving work well, then the next time Queen Helaka looks at me from the sky, she won't give me any benefits, but at least she won't bring any disaster, right?

Roland made up his mind to take the church away.

"If I could make it smaller, I could certainly take some of it away. I remember a few spells I could use."

Roland put the statue of Goddess Helaka back to its original place, then came to the outside of the church, took out his magic wand and got busy.

the other side.
After shaking off those strange banshees, the Shadow Wizard fled all the way to the border. He then transformed back into his original form and continued to fly towards the Twilight Council's territory in a way that reduced his magic power consumption.

Those Holy Fire servants were not only skilled in swordsmanship, but also in fire, which burned his soul and body so badly that they caused him severe injuries.

And those banshees are extremely strange.

They all used Black Abyss's signature magic, which was extremely cruel. They were obviously Black Abyss's school workers!
But they also know about the curse of the Styx. Typical followers of Heracles!

If he hadn't had an idea and used words to confuse the mind of the Black Abyss Wizard, he would have been killed.

The Shadow Wizard was still in shock. He had heard that the Black Abyss Wizard was very powerful, but he had never expected that his two official wizards and four elite apprentices could hardly escape from his hands!

Suddenly, the wizard vomited some black sticky substance and felt weaker.

He was certain he had been struck by some extremely vicious curse. He was seriously injured and couldn't fight the curse alone, so he could only suppress it with all his might. He had to return to the academy for treatment as soon as possible.

He was extremely anxious and drank several bottles of potions without thinking, speeding up his work.

But as I flew, I found myself vomiting more and more. Not only was there black stuff flowing out of my mouth, but also the same wet and sticky black substance was coming out of my ears and nose.

After covering his mouth and vomiting violently, the wizard suddenly found that his throat was extremely itchy. He scratched his throat with his fingers a few times, and then, like pulling a ball of thread, he pulled out a lot of black substance.

The wizard perked up, rubbed his eyes, and looked at the black substance. It turned out to be hair! Black and red hair!

Blood was flowing out of that hair!

Hair kept coming out of the wizard's ears, nose, mouth, and eyes. He kept pulling the hair out like a madman, and slowly, his whole body became smaller and smaller like a ball of yarn.

When he pulled out the last ball of string, only a ball of skin remained. The man was dead.

Judging from his crazy behavior before his death, he had lost all his sanity after he took the hair out of his mouth.

The creature that killed the wizard was very scary.

After being pulled out, the large mass of wet hair began to wriggle. The hair continued to move in and out of the skin, sucking away all the blood and flesh, and then condensed into a human-skinned red-clothed banshee.

She picked up the clothed human skin, folded it carefully, and hid it in her arms like a little treasure. Then she flew away with the wizard's clothes and several storage bags on his waist.

Halfway through, she suddenly stopped quietly.

After a moment, she picked out a storage bag from the wizard's clothes. It looked very small but had a large space.

This storage bag looks like a small purse for women.

I don’t know which poor witch suffered the cruel hands of this wizard.

The bride took out the pile of human skin from her bosom and stuffed it into her small purse. Then she took out a few from other storage bags.

After picking out some things she liked, she rubbed the red wallet until it turned red, and then stuffed it into her chest.

Carrying the remaining things, the Red Bride flew towards Straw Town.

The red shadow dancing in the air actually seemed to be somewhat cheerful.

This side.
Roland worked for a long time and drank several bottles of potion before he slowly made the church smaller.

He had seen scenes of wizards moving in some documents.

For example, Heiyuan has changed its location several times before.

Roland also once witnessed the scene of the witch moving.

She just flipped through the book and chanted a spell, then folded it like folding paper. The hunter's cabin and the surrounding land were folded into paper and stuffed into her wallet.

Roland couldn't understand the spell, so he used the most common spell.

But he has at least practiced this spell to level 5. Many beginner wizards cannot practice to this level. Only wizards in the middle stage of the first level can comprehend some commonly used spells to this level.

Roland considered himself quite accomplished in magic, and as a formal wizard, his magical powers were quite profound. However, it took him several hours to finish the church.

He remembered clearly that his senior sister folded it so easily and got the job done.

The church was indeed larger than the hunter's lodge and the surrounding land, but the senior sister had taken away the hunter's lodge, and she was only a senior apprentice at the time!
So the difficulty of both things is the same.

I have already practiced this spell to level 5. What level is my senior sister's magic?

It was probably a level that I could hardly imagine. In other words, in terms of the skills of using magic, the senior sister's understanding of magic was probably at the level of a 4th or even 5th level wizard.

Roland suddenly discovered something: the senior sister could kill him with just a flick of her finger!
Thinking back to what little Roland had done these days, the recorded videos, and what he had said when he called his senior, Roland sat down on the steps again, covering his face and rubbing it for a long time.

How to explain this?

Unless you witness it yourself, there is no way to verify the crazy theory!

So this cannot be explained!

She must not come out, she must stay in seclusion well!
Otherwise, when she comes out, I will definitely be in trouble!

Maybe I should really consider the advice of the corpse wizard Roland and find a bigger dog.

Roland picked up his dimensional bag and put everything in it into the ring.

Then, he used a magic circle to store the small church, which had turned into a small house, into the dimensional bag.

At this time, Hong Ling also returned. Roland flipped through the storage bag she brought back, then turned over the many storage bags, dimension bags, and space rings in his hands.

He placed all the junk in the extra storage bags, and then placed the sundries and rarely used items in the dimensional bags, and asked the nuns to place these things in the church.

Then Roland placed all the items that he needed to use frequently, those that involved privacy, and those that were not convenient for others to know into the space ring with the little snake head.

He can take out the things in the ring with just a thought, and destroy them with just another thought!

So, for example, crystal ball recordings and other 'browser records' that should be deleted before death were all placed in the ring.

After thinking for a moment, Roland picked out a few extra storage bags and gave them to the eight servants. He also gave them some magic stones.

"You can also help carry the furniture and other things later. Well, my bag of junk is almost full, it's time to sell some."

While turning things over, Roland discovered that there were many new words on the parchment he used for communication.

Most of them were asking about Roland's recent situation.

Everyone suddenly remembered Roland. They also realized they hadn't contacted him in a long time and were worried about whether he was still alive.

It seems that the recent war has been very serious.

There was a letter from Elvis; it seemed the man who had fought in his place was still alive and well. He described his recent situation, largely due to Roland, and concluded that he had entered the first gate of the path to truth. He was now Wallace's deputy, responsible for transportation, a secondary line of defense and logistics.

He heard from Wallace today that Roland had advanced, so he congratulated Roland on entering the first door of the road to truth.

I don't know how Wallace heard about it. Maybe he heard the senior sister mention it before, and suddenly thought of Roland today, and matched the person the senior sister mentioned with Roland.

Wallace also sent a message - I know you are not dead, you little bastard, pay me back now.

Roland was ashamed.

Roland is a typical guy who values ​​women over friends. After he became rich, he started thinking about his senior and didn't even pay back his old brother's money.

He had previously owed Wallace money, and he had paid back most of it before the incident in the forbidden land. He still had a few hundred magic stones left. But now there was interest every month, and he didn't know how much it had increased.

He hurriedly reported to Wallace that he was safe and that he would pay back the money with interest this month.

The following content is from Yingtao.

The content was very ambiguous, basically she suddenly thought of Roland today.

Then, she said that the poems Roland wrote to her were very good, and she would keep them a secret from her husband, but she would tell Catherine and ask her what she thought of Roland's suggestion of a threesome.

Roland felt very unwell.

"You bunch of scum. How much trouble have you gotten yourself into?"

Roland has the memory of the younger Rolands, but there are too many of them and they have caused too much trouble.
Roland hurriedly wrote back a letter, the content of which was basically, please let me go and don't tell.

Yingtao replied with a message that said, "Secrecy comes at a price." She'd let Roland know when she figured out what the price was.

Roland felt overwhelmed.

I was blackmailed by a female gangster.

After being upset for a while, he read the letter from his mentor Usak.

When Master Usak remembered his disciple Roland, he knew that he had lost his name, and he resolved the matter of Straw Town today.

So he concluded that Roland had advanced.

He praised his good apprentice. Although his apprentice was very good at causing trouble, he was also very good at solving problems. It was unclear whether this was a compliment or a complaint.

Finally, he told Roland to get ready, as he would be looking for him soon. It was likely about going to the Twilight Council's territory with a very distinguished lady to participate in some event.

It seems that the young lady is also an heir of the White Queen, and a very high one in the sequence.

Maybe she’s my senior’s cousin or something?

The instructor's words suggested that Roland was being assigned there as a bodyguard, with the intention of doing some minor work along the way. He also hinted that the mission involved a type of prisoner, but that this must be kept strictly confidential.

It seems like a big task with great risks.

And how could the White Queen's heir, the so-called bodyguard, be weak? Being a bodyguard is to protect that lady from being attacked.

The instructor hadn't yet decided whether to assign Roland to the mission. He was a little worried about whether Roland was up to the task. So was the distinguished lady.

He asked Roland to wait for news. If the distinguished figure did not kick Roland off the list and thought he was barely okay, then Roland would need to go back and meet the distinguished lady.

"I just got promoted, and my mentor assigned me a big job."

"It seems that I can no longer relax in the territory."

"The instructor is trying to force me out and make me work for others."

The White Council accepted the Black Abyss Wizards, a group of thugs, because they were willing to sacrifice their lives.

The Snake Tower had always been the special forces of the Black Abyss, and they had done many similar life-threatening jobs.

All the wizards in the Snake Tower fight on the battlefield every day, or go deep behind enemy lines to cause trouble.

Many people may have died. Many new people have also entered the Snake Tower.

Roland was no longer the youngest disciple.

Before this little seed of mine sprouted, everyone took good care of it. Now that it has grown into a small tree, it is time for it to experience some wind and rain.

According to the tradition of Heiyuan, good seedlings must thrive in the baptism of storms.

Only those who can survive are the real seedlings.

Roland has always been under the care of Master Usak. For both public and private reasons, he will not shirk this mission.

Besides, he has always been interested in Twilight Wizards, and even if his mentor doesn't assign him a task, he plans to go out for a walk.

After thinking for a while, Roland wrote a few words to Lilith, roughly telling her when they were going out to play.

Not long after, she replied - leave me alone, you annoying guy.

Well, the senior is studying (in seclusion), so Lilith should be forced by her instructor to study in the Snake Tower.

After collecting his things, Roland flew towards his own tower. Near the tower, he saw a carriage heading towards it.

The carriage was carrying a lot of vegetables, meat, groceries and other food and clothing items.

The driver looked a bit old, and sitting on the passenger seat was a half-grown little girl who seemed to be the driver's granddaughter.

Roland landed at the foot of the tower and waited for the carriage to arrive.

The driver got off the carriage and walked over excitedly: "Master Roland, usually it's the ghosts who come to pick up the goods. It's been years since I last saw you. You still look so young!"

Roland looked Old John up and down and found that some white hair had grown on his temples.

Roland suddenly felt as if he were in another world.

It seems like I have been in the tower for not just two or three years, but three to five years?
Roland came back to his senses and asked, "Old John, how many years have I been here?"

Old John sighed and said, "Master, it's been eight years."

(End of this chapter)