I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha.

Chapter 211 Corrupted Holy Blood, We Are All Sheep!

After saying that, Roland bent over and continued to work.

Those eyes kept scanning Roland's broad back.

At first, the gaze was unbridled, but after a while, it became a little evasive, with a hint of a sneak peek.

Roland ignored her. After he disassembled some oak barrels, he found the trick. From then on, he could basically finish one in two minutes.

Before long, he had opened more than a dozen large oak barrels, and under the illumination of the magic crystal, the ground was covered with the brilliance of gold and silver.

Among these dozen oak barrels, twelve are filled with gold and two are filled with gold.

The big barrel is full of silver coins, and the small barrel is full of gold coins.

If you count it up, there are more than 100,000 silver and more than 20,000 gold.

Roland felt a little annoyed. He guessed there must be magic stones in the church, but most likely Katarina had taken them.

'It's all gold and silver.'

The currency on Twilight's side is different from that on White's side, and there are many different types of currency. This kind of money is not gold dragons or silver deer. Travelers generally refer to it as "gold dollars" and "silver dollars."

Although the currency styles are different, gold and silver are the same.

The silver dollars were of average quality, inferior to the silver coins given by Alfonso and not as refined. They must have flowed from the hands of ordinary people into the church.

But the quality of the gold dollar was very good, and it was obvious that it was cast by a wizard. This kind of gold dollar was more valuable than the gold dollars circulating in the market.

According to the current exchange rate, it can be exchanged for nearly seven or eight thousand magic stones!
Moreover, compared to magic stones, Roland has an unusual fondness for gold and silver.

"It's done, it's done!"

Roland said to Catalina with shining eyes, "This money is enough to build a nice castle."

Seeing Roland smiling happily, Catalina also smiled happily.

Roland always felt that her smile was malicious, and couldn't help asking, "Are you sure they are all mine?"

Katarina said with a smile, "Of course. I'll put them all there for you."

"Thank you, sister!"

Roland was not polite at all. He was a little poor now and only had more than 6,000 magic stones in his hand, so he happily collected all the money.

Catalina looked at the large oak barrels and said meaningfully, "Don't waste the wine here. The grape liquor brewed by the Heraca Monastery is very famous and is known as the 'Water of the River of Forgetfulness.' And the red wine is known as the 'Corrupted Holy Blood.'

These wizard wines do more than just allow wizards to experience the joy of being drunk.

It can give people a chance to see something in their dreams."

When Roland heard this, his eyes lit up slightly.

While in Valeria, he had heard adventurers mention the 'holy wine' of the south.

That kind of holy wine is wine that is imbued with a sacred atmosphere.

This is the Heracles Church, and the entire church and the statues are meant to describe the mysterious. The wine here probably has some story behind it, too.

Roland asked curiously, "Are you saying that these wines are all wizard wines imbued with a mysterious aura?"

Catalina smiled and said, "What a clever little fellow. These wines are not suitable for ordinary people. If you drink too much, you will see things in your dreams. So people with weak willpower will go crazy if they drink too much."

But for those who are often exposed to mysteries, it is a good thing.

Although this church is only a regional church and not a 'cathedral', not every monastery is suitable for operating a vineyard.

This place is very suitable for growing grapes and making wine, so the Thousand Eyes Tower has invested some effort in this area.

This wine is delivered to the various towers of the Parliament every year. Much of the wine used in the Heracles Cathedral, and even the Holy Temple, is actually produced here and then left there to 'rot' further.

According to Catalina, new wine from similar Heraca mystical monasteries across the country will be stored here for a short period of time after brewing.

At this time, the wine can only be considered as "Water of the River of Oblivion" and "Corrupted Holy Blood". It can be considered as "low-grade wine" - it is of medium quality.

After being stored for a period of time, the best wines would be selected from various places and sent to cathedrals and sanctuaries for further storage.

The more profound the descriptions of Heracles in those churches and the longer they are stored, the higher the quality of the two wines.

The low-grade and medium-grade Corrupted Holy Blood is beneficial to the apprentice's meditation.

It is beneficial for wizards to take medium-grade and high-grade 'Corrupted Holy Blood' regularly.

The best quality, or even the ultimate quality, Corrupted Holy Blood can only be drunk occasionally by the Master of the Twilight Tower.

If the wizard has taken prisoner seeds, taking these wines will have more benefits - in dreams, Ms. Helaka will give some guidance.

To put it bluntly, this thing not only helps to communicate with the mysterious in dreams, but also prevents people from going astray.

The wine here is considered "low-grade" wine. Although it is low-grade wine, the price of a new barrel of wine is 180-200 silver dollars. In other words, two magic stones per barrel.

Aged wine costs five times as much. A barrel of wine costs almost as much as a bottle of apprentice meditation potion.

And those grape liquors, that is, brandy, cost hundreds of silver dollars per bottle - definitely little magic potions!
When Roland heard this, he became very excited.

There are indeed many aged wines here that are not seen in the secular world. With secular techniques, wine is difficult to store. However, wizards have this kind of preservation technology.

Moreover, the wine here is not an ordinary aged wine - the Corrupted Holy Blood is a wine that is stored in the Heraca Church as long as possible.

It looked like most of the wine in the large cellar was brewed just last year, with relatively little aging. A rough estimate put the wine, or 'corrupted holy blood,' at around seven or eight hundred barrels!
In addition, there are a lot of wines filled with straw, which should be brandy or something like that.

If I count, there are at least five or six thousand magic stones!

The vineyards occupied by this church are probably dozens of hectares, producing seven or eight hundred barrels of wine every year!

Many people knew that Roland was studying the mysteries of Heraclea, and he often showed off his commonly used cards, such as the Good Spirit. So he wasn't afraid of his cousin finding out that he was raising a ghost.

So he called out the seven good spirits to help him empty the wine.

These 'corrupted holy blood wines' will naturally be placed in his own 'Heraka Church'.

As the amount of wine in the church inside the ring gradually increased, Roland couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth slightly - he was simply the most suitable person to preserve these wines!
Catalina, who was standing by, smiled even more happily after seeing Roland move all the wine into the ring.

"Here, is this your clothes?" Catalina came over with Roland's clothes.

Roland was slightly stunned and asked, "Where did you find it?"

Katarina pointed to a corner and said, "You must have put it on the big barrel over there, and it fell into the gap between the barrel and the wall."

There was no dust on the clothes.

Roland looked a little strange.

He was very excited now and didn't think too much about it, so he put on his clothes.

"Let's do the math. The church's vineyard alone generates five to six thousand magic stones a year. Add to that the potions and magical tools made by the apprentices in the territory. Tsk, tsk, tsk. That's probably close to ten thousand magic stones a year!"

"No wonder there's a full-fledged wizard and twenty or so apprentices stationed in such a remote place. It's a potion garden!"

Roland originally thought that these hundreds of thousands of silver dollars were the church's savings over the years, but now he realized that these hundreds of thousands of silver and gold dollars were only a part of the money.

The real savings should be the magic stones, but no one knows where they went.

Perhaps, he was sent to some high tower?
"This is wizard territory!"

He clapped his hands and complained to Miss Katarina, who was holding a lantern beside him, "In my Straw Town, apart from straw, all that grows are people."

After a pause, Roland said a little embarrassedly, "Thank you for your care, sister. This money is enough for me to spend for a while."

Catalina smiled and said, "Is my sister good to you?"

Roland had received seven or eight thousand magic stones worth of gold and silver, and five or six thousand magic stones worth of wine. How could he not be so happy?
Roland looked at Catalina and said sweetly, "Hello, sister."

Catalina's smile widened: "You still owe me a painting."

Roland looked at his cousin and said, "Painting. I'll paint for you in the next two days."

Catalina leaned over and asked, "What day is it?"

Roland coughed and said, "Let's do it during the day. The light is not good at night."

Catalina snorted and left.

Roland shook his head secretly and followed Catalina upstairs.

Roland couldn't help but take a sneak peek at the twisting peach before him. Then he couldn't help but compare it with the peach of the Elf Miss Elena, and saw that each had its own merits.

It's said that women in their twenties and twenties are different. They are more mature than the senior students.

Roland couldn't help but curse himself in his heart.

We must not let any more rumors get out.

After coming out, Roland said again: "Do you know the kitchen and the storage area here? When I went to the market yesterday, I found that the spices here are very valuable."

Katarina rolled her eyes and said, "You're such a stingy person."

She said so, but she led Roland to the kitchen and storage room.

The church often instructs nearby villagers to come and work. Although everyone comes as "volunteers", they are provided with meals.

The meals provided by the church are not only filling but also contain plenty of salt!
Therefore, even if they don’t get paid, the villagers are still willing to come.

The things in the kitchen and storage room are enough to last more than a hundred people for a month.

Moreover, the church seemed to have used low-quality coarse salt to clear the snow during the winter, and now there were two large buckets left. Although this salt was not suitable for human consumption, Roland did not let it go.

He rolled up everything in the church.

When they came out, it was already dark, but Catalina didn't seem to have any intention of staying in the church.

Roland looked towards the cemetery and found that the people who were being baptized there had not left yet.

My cousin didn't mean to leave. She stood beside the group of people and watched the fun.

Roland followed her curiously, watched the excitement for a while, and then his face froze slightly.

The shepherd was leading his sheep to dig a grave in the cemetery.

The eight little girls who had just been baptized were kneeling beside them and praying devoutly.

The villagers were cutting on them with knives.

By this time, the pit was complete, and a villager cut a huge wound vertically across the aorta of the last man's arm.

The cut was so precise that it cut the entire arm's aorta vertically.

The blood spurted out.

The blood flowing from those little girls was green, they had been poisoned for more than a week.

The eight devout girls finally completed the final baptism ceremony. With expressions of ecstasy on their faces, they jumped into the pit one after another.

With the shepherd's solemn blessing, the head sheep led the villagers to start filling the soil.

Some of the recipients were buried alive in pious joy.

But between life and death, there was a great terror. In the end, there was a good girl who cried and tried to crawl out, she regretted it. But her blood had already run dry, she could no longer survive.

However, the villagers still dragged out the little girl's body angrily - her heart was not sincere!
She did not deserve to die in this sacred cemetery, to rot in the arms of the goddess Heraclea.

Roland's voice was a little hoarse. He asked Catalina, "What crime did they commit?"

Catalina's voice was very flat. "Who knows? Maybe it's just because I forgot to pray at breakfast."

She looked at the villagers who were accomplices and said, "Anyway, these parents and relatives always have their reasons. Each child gets eight silver deer. Girls are a loss-making commodity. Selling two here would almost be enough to buy a cow."

Roland finally understood what kind of economic crops were grown in this church, in this manor built by the holy monks.

What we plant are people!

It's human blood and flesh!

They are eating people!
Catalina said, "Roland, there are many ways to create prisoner species.

The method of the Blood Castle is one.

Our method of prohibiting land is also one of them.

But on Twilight's side, there are still many strange and weird folk methods.

What you are seeing now is a crude and crude method made under insufficient conditions.

In this method, as long as one can find a way to make people see God, there is a slight possibility that it can become material and be made into a prison species.

This method is actually not very efficient, but it can be used with so many people.

Just like the area around this church, many children are born every year, and the villagers are also having as many children as possible.

If you pick out the goods that lose money, you will find that there are quite a few of them.

Roland, this is also one of the reasons that prompted the Black Abyss Wizards to leave the Twilight Council. They don't fit in!

This is a huge cult!
The method used here to create prisoners is so cruel!

But the Twilight wizards didn't care.

The villagers here don't care either.

Because, the millions of ordinary people around here are all materials, all 'sheep'."

After a pause, Catalina looked at everyone present. She said to Roland, "So, what are you waiting for?
You are waiting for the spell effect on the sixty-nine 'shepherds, sheepdogs, and head sheep' here to wear off, and then tell everyone that we were here today and took away the statue.

Or wait until I erase their memories, and then let these man-eating cultists and their accomplices continue to do evil?"

Roland took out his wand and looked at the group of villagers who were happily dividing the money with the shepherd.

"Don't leave anyone behind. Anyone who hasn't left yet should die." Catalina said this and left.

That night, the church caught fire, and Roland's pocket had more than two thousand magic stones, a decent magic item, and three ordinary magic items.

Roland liberated the dead into the embrace of the goddess Heraclea. The Styx will make the final decision on how much sin these people have committed.

Souls that can be cleansed by the Styx will go to reincarnation.

Evil spirits that are too heavy will sink to the bottom of the Styx.

If no one specifically salvages them, the souls at the bottom of the river will slowly sink into hell under the influence of the laws.

The fire could not be extinguished and it burned the sky red.

It is not easy to build a Heraca Church. It is hard to say how many years it will take to rebuild it. Even if a new Twilight Wizard comes to repair it, it may not be possible to build the Heraca Church.

This made the villagers who came from all directions to put out the fire burst into tears.

How can I send my child here for baptism in the future?

How can we redeem ourselves from the original sin that we are born with?
Standing on a distant hill, Roland looked at the suffering villagers on the other side of the church, feeling very complicated.

In the villagers' minds, good and evil are like this: the masters sent by the Twilight God are all good people. Those Black Abyss Wizards and White Chess Wizards who come here to cause trouble every now and then are all bad people!

They cried so desperately, so desperately.

And this is the sheep.

They were sheared every day, and even had their skin peeled off and their flesh eaten, but they had to be grateful.

Catalina said, "Roland, it's been so long, and you still don't understand? In this wizarding world, if you can't be a human, you have to be a pig, a dog, or a sheep. You can't save them. No one can."

Roland said, "I know. I just think that we might be sheep too. There might be shepherds grazing above the wizards' heads."

Catalina was stunned for a moment, then turned and left.

She didn't seem to want to think too much about this topic, nor did she want to talk to Roland any more.

Roland chased after her and asked, "Sister, you seem to know a lot about the history of the Witch Alexandra?"

The person who knew the Black Abyss Witch best was naturally Senior Sister. But she wouldn't discuss this with Rolando.

However, the older generation of Heiyuan and the people of the White Queen's lineage also know about the Heiyuan Witch.

This cousin seems to know a lot about it.

She hummed.

Roland pressed on, "In the Abyss, some people said she had actually touched the fifth gate and even sat on the 'Throne of the Dawn'? And then, because she was betrayed, she fell into hell?"

Catalina said, "Who told you that?"

Roland thought for a moment and said, "Wallace."

Katarina said "Oh" in sudden realization, then nodded deeply.

Roland pressed on, "Across this continent, I'm afraid there aren't many people stronger than her, right? Is there anyone who could stab her in the back?"

Katarina snorted and said, "The Witch of the Black Abyss has touched things she shouldn't have touched, so naturally, many people will be unhappy about it. She actually wants to fix the laws of this world. How naive."

Roland was stunned. The image of his senior sister in her previous life suddenly became much taller in his mind.

He thought to himself: "Isn't this just like Nuwa mending the sky?"

'Unfortunately, she failed.'

"Senior sister, you will probably never do something like this again in your lifetime, but there will definitely be someone who will follow you."

Roland sighed for a moment and then asked, "Is it really impossible to become an immortal in this plane? I mean, is it impossible to ignite the divine fire without becoming a mystic?"

"No," Catalina said.

Roland pondered for a moment and asked, "What if I go to Purgatory? If I stay there forever, will I become a god?"

Katarina suddenly shuddered and stopped.

From a perspective that Roland didn't notice, his cousin's face was extremely pale. It was a fear hidden deep in her heart.

"Roland, it's always been the devil who wants to leave there. No one wants to stay there and suffer, at least not humans."

Roland suddenly understood why his senior wanted to reincarnate.

She seemed to prefer to live her life over again and start over rather than practice in hell.

Katarina said, "I'm going to get Aliana. You take this. We'll meet at this location on the map later."

She gave Roland a magic map and flew away.

(End of this chapter)