I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha.

Chapter 233: Wrong guess! Don’t choose me!

There are many paintings and sculptures in the exquisite studio.

There were more than twenty ladies and gentlemen in the gallery, and the Countess was drinking afternoon tea with everyone while appreciating works of art.

Roland was slightly stunned when he came in. Most of the people in the room were women, and they were all very powerful. Among them were three second-level quasi-blood wizards!

There were eight men in total, including Roland, and most of them were from the elementary and middle school factions of the Twilight Council.

Among them was a fat man with a bloated figure. He seemed to be the leader of a small faction in the Twilight Council and an early second-level wizard.

They have one thing in common with Roland, that is, they are foreign wizards who understand art and are flesh and blood.

In a daze, the dozen or so beautiful ladies looked over curiously. When they found that it was Roland, they all showed surprise.

Suddenly, Roland shook his head and found that he had just taken a few steps forward for no apparent reason.

In shock, Roland found that the dozen or so young ladies were looking at him meaningfully. His mind suddenly buzzed and he suddenly understood.

——It’s over.

As soon as these dozen young ladies came up, they cast their charm on me at the same time!

It's obvious what these people want to do. They don't want to waste time.

Roland's expression suddenly turned very ugly.

He turned back calmly and looked at the smiling lady behind him.

The lady's hand was halfway through her mask, wiping her saliva.

Her eyes were bloodshot, and she stared at Roland with great excitement.

"Please, Lord Roland," the lady said, putting her mask back on. Her voice had lost all its gentleness and delicateness. It sounded very hoarse.

"Oh~~ Sir Leia, it's very rude of you to look at Lord Roland like that. But, dear Lord Roland, the ladies have always been very eager to communicate with you, and it's inevitable that they will be a little excited, so please don't mind."

The Countess came over with a smile. Roland pretended nothing had happened and followed the Countess's instructions by giving her a kiss on the cheek.

As they pressed their faces together, Roland's heart skipped a beat. He had been marked by a mysterious force.

"Well, well, you guys really prepared a big cage for me!"

Roland never expected that, from the beginning to the end, the person that the Bloody Wizards placed first in their hearts was not Catherine, but his little follower!

Roland couldn't figure out the reason.

Because it seems that this group of people are determined to destroy the Thousand-Eyed King's plan and pin Roland down here today.

Are they crazy?
On the other side, after the Countess successfully completed the marking, she was immediately overjoyed, as if she had finally gotten the treasure.

She sniffed Roland's shoulder intoxicatedly for a long time before she suppressed the urge to bite and pushed Roland away.

"Lord Roland, this is not very gentlemanly of you."

Mrs. Wendisa said shyly, as if it was Roland, not her, who had just hugged someone tightly and sniffed them.

The many gentlemen present glared at Roland as if they were blind - damn it, how dare you do such a rude thing in front of us, the beautiful lady!
A few powerful gentlemen even made some humorous remarks. These remarks seemed to be trying to help Roland out, but in fact they were ridicule.

One of the gentlemen laughed and said, "Madam, you can't blame Lord Roland. If you have to blame someone, blame yourself for the way you dress today. You look too much like the beautiful 'Tilimara'."

Tirimala is a name of a witch known for her beauty and fashion, as well as a renowned pastry chef.

When she was ten years old, she used a large piece of cake to trick a stupid highland troll into surrendering, thus resolving a crisis for a group of Muggle nobles. From then on, this story became a legend.

Among the secular Muggles, there was a cake named after her. Roland had heard about this cake from mercenaries when he was a child, and they praised it as rare in the world.

Muggles all think that kind of cake is a good thing, but in fact, this kind of cake is something that wizards give to "stupid highland monsters".

So, the gentleman just now was cursing. He was using a double entendre to mock Roland as an ignorant countryman, and said that he was a stupid plateau monster who couldn't move his feet when he saw the cake!
But if one didn't have the gentlemen's insight, one wouldn't be able to tell he was cursing. Instead, one would think he was just trying to help Roland out.

The gentlemen present understood the deep-lying joke and smiled in a 'good-natured' manner.
On the contrary, many ladies didn't know much about these things. They only knew that there was a kind of cake called "Tirimara". They thought the gentleman was kindly helping Roland out and teasing the lady that she was wearing something like a beautiful big cake.

Then, everyone in the room, whether they understood or not, started laughing, and the studio was filled with a joyful atmosphere.

The lady was indeed wearing something like a giant cake—but upon closer inspection, she hadn't changed her clothes, and was still wearing the same outfit from yesterday. This was a bit strange.

Roland smiled foolishly along with everyone else, and with a stiff smile on his face, he followed the Countess to the center of the studio.

He quickly integrated into the group and joined in the appreciation and discussion of artworks.

But his eyes were always looking at the other door of the studio.

The door was open, with only a screen, but from this position, or rather the gentlemen walking around and chatting in the house, they could see what was happening outside the door.

There was a strong smell of blood over there, and from time to time there were guys dressed like cultists walking around there.

Roland changed his position and immediately saw the place clearly.

Outside the door was a bloody gallery!
The gallery was filled with various tapestries, and many wizards wearing hoods and masks were pouring blood on the tapestries with buckets.

There were also many people on the ground checking the magic circle on the ground.

The magic circle was carved on the ground, and blood from all directions was constantly gathering in the indentations of the magic circle.

A group of cultists were walking through the gallery, dragging a deformed and disgusting statue of a giant leech.

A cultist noticed Roland's gaze, smiled at him kindly, made a throat-slitting gesture, and then walked towards the door at the end of the gallery.

Roland's expression grew even stiffer.

Perhaps I was hallucinating? Was that not a temple, but a gallery?

After all, the gentlemen who were pointing over there all said that it was a gallery.

The blood-drying cultists were brazenly preparing for the sacrificial ceremony next door, while the humorous gentlemen were laughing and chatting here.

A gentleman was still teasing him humorously. He seemed very friendly and talkative, but if you were knowledgeable enough, you would find that this guy was satirizing and mocking his work.

Men of letters look down on each other. This gentleman not only had a very low opinion of Roland's works, but also treated him as a country nobleman who could not understand sarcasm.

Sure enough, he saw Lord Roland nodding woodenly with "hmm" and "ah" sounds, as if he hadn't heard anything at all.

The gentlemen's faces couldn't help but show a hint of disdain. They regarded Roland as a clown who came to embellish this elegant salon, and made fun of him openly and covertly.

No wonder everyone is hostile to him.

The ladies were really paying too much attention to him.

Not only did they praise his twisted and funny artworks to the skies, but from time to time, some of them would even find excuses to get intimate with him.

Especially the three 'Withered Blood Saints'. They usually looked cold and icy to everyone they saw, but today, not only did they appear in the salon, they also stared at Roland intently.

That fiery look in his eyes was as if he couldn't wait to eat Roland up!
The gentlemen were feeling jealous, while Roland was feeling hopeless.

After talking with everyone about Heracles' theology for a while, he understood what was going on.

The Bloody Baron has issued an oracle, he wants Heraka!

And this oracle may have been issued a long time ago.

Roland thought to himself: "It's really like a yellow wolf catching a cicada, with a happy bird behind it!"
What the senior sister said is right, these blood-drying wizards are a bunch of traitors!
They openly pledged allegiance to the Thousand-Eyed King, but secretly wooed Black Abyss. However, both Twilight and Black Abyss were only forces they temporarily attached themselves to.

But in fact, they are playing three games at once, and placing the biggest bet on the Bloody Baron!
After all, this is the true God!

If Twilight is their bread and butter, and Black Abyss is the power they invest in, then the Blood Baron is their faith!
For this belief, they can give up future benefits (the Black Abyss) and abandon their own parents who provide them with food and clothing!
Only now did Roland see the true face of the blood-stained wizards.

They are a bunch of lunatics! A bunch of crazy gamblers!

The Thousand-Eyed King dared to bite even the Tawny Lord, let alone the Withered Blood Baron?
If the Thousand-Eyed King learns of this, the Blood-Blighted Wizards will face a terrible end, and the Blood-Blighted Baron will never come to their aid.

After all, he had come from a long distance, and could only display a fraction of his full strength. In the Thousand-Eyed King's home turf, he could only be pinned to the ground by the wizards.

It is likely that the Thousand-Eyed King and the White Queen will join forces to defeat him. Therefore, even if he comes here, it is for his own benefit. He will leave after completing his task and will not help the Blood-Depleted Wizards to become enemies with the wizards of this world.

But the Bloody Wizards placed their bets on the Bloody Baron.

It was obvious that their neighbor was a behemoth that could crush them to death with just a stretch of his hand.

They acted like dogs to people overseas! After being fooled, they started to commit suicide!

Roland thought to himself, "I wonder how many benefits that Withered Blood Ancestor promised to the Withered Blood Demon Sect, and how many benefits he can fulfill. But that old monster seems to have been eyeing the Nether Fairy for a long time!"

Roland looked at the paintings in the studio.

Judging from the paintings in the studio, the Bloody Baron seems to want to devour Helaka. From now on, the two gods will become one, and the two paths of truth will be unified!

Then a new path of truth will emerge.

The Bloody Baron most likely promised that after the matter was accomplished, he would pass on his skills to a monk so that a powerful 4th-level warrior would be born among the Bloody Wizards.

The 4th level Blood Wizard in the future can no longer be called the Blood Wizard.

Because he is walking on another path of truth, and this path of truth will be passed on to future generations by him.

Regarding this matter, Roland felt that the blood-stained wizards were probably being fooled.

Even a discerning person could see that they were being treated like fools.

Because the Bloody Wizards are bound to perish, the Bloody Baron will not waste his energy to fulfill his promise.

Moreover, is the path He provides us able to follow?

The paths explored by the Bloody Wizards themselves will be secretly tampered with by the Bloody Baron.

Can the path He personally gives be a good path?

The Blood Wizards accepted a treacherous master, but regarded his words as the Bible and did whatever he said.

I have suffered an unexpected disaster today.

Roland smiled as he appreciated the artwork with everyone, while secretly observing the ladies.

He thought to himself: "These women present are probably the Saints and priestesses of the Withered Blood. They prepared this ceremony for the mission of the 'Withered Blood Ancestor'."
Roland guessed that they needed people like him to pray to Heraclea during the ceremony. In other words, they needed them to do everything they could to make Heraclea respond to them.

As long as Heraka responds, the Bloody Baron will be able to find Heraka's hiding place!

Originally, everyone felt unsure after seeing the seven people present.

After seeing Roland, everyone immediately felt that this time it would definitely work!

The Bloody Baron longs for Helakha's divine blood.

If his followers find someone's blood attractive, that person must have a close connection with Heraclea.

The saints and the priests smelled a sweet scent from Roland's body.

If I were to say that the smell on other people is kimchi, it's pickled cucumbers that can only be used as a side dish.

Then the smell of Roland and that fat second-level wizard is the sumptuous dinner of the noble lords!

Roland quickly noticed the fat man.

He has been at the forefront of criticizing Roland's work.

But the fat man is very different from other gentlemen.

The other gentlemen were pretending to know what they didn't. They thought Roland's paintings had nothing to do with Heraclea because they couldn't understand them. So their words were off the mark.

But the fat man is a real master. He knows a lot and everything he says is on point, but it sounds very strange.

It was as if he admired Roland's work very much in his heart, but was deliberately finding fault with it.

Moreover, he kept winking at Roland.

But he was too fat and his eyes were too small, so Roland couldn't see clearly.

"Lord Roland, don't be silent. I really want to hear your evaluation of my work." The fat man seemed a little anxious. He wiped the cold sweat from his head and winked at Roland secretly.

At this moment, Roland suddenly noticed the guy's eyes.

It turned out that this fat man, like Roland, was not bewitched!

He's a second-level wizard!
Although he seemed to be very afraid of these saints and priests, as a wizard who had in-depth research on Heraka, he often explored the lower world, and his mental strength and willpower were beyond ordinary people.

In addition, his realm was there, so even if these people worked together to distort his perception, it still didn't have much effect.

It could be said that the reason Roland quickly regained consciousness amidst the crowd's enchantment was due to the efforts of this second-level wizard—the numerous saints and priests worked together to distort his mind and temporarily spared Roland.

The fat man seemed afraid of being sensed by the crowd, so he didn't dare to openly transmit his divine thoughts. Instead, he kept conveying his thoughts through his eyes.

Roland saw the look in his eyes at this moment, and with the wizard's special intuition, he interpreted his thoughts (mind reading) - Little Scholar! I have helped you so much, you should save me too!

Roland suddenly realized.

The blood-stained wizards can be sure that everyone present is the lucky one favored by Heraka.

But it is uncertain how deep they can see when solidifying Heraca.

After all, the Bloody Wizards performed this ritual in order to find Heracha. If the sacrificed person couldn't even see Heracha clearly, then they would naturally be unable to find her accurately, and might even find the wrong god!
It seems that the Countess and the others regard Roland and others as GPS.

And GPS must not have any problems.

Roland suddenly understood why the Countess wasted her time today to ask them to appreciate the artwork.

Except for true artists, no one else can see these problems in the work.

For example, Roland's paintings, to ordinary people, look like Heracles' style.

But in fact, only those who truly understand, only those who have truly explored the lower world and seen Helaka, can tell whether his painting is correct or not.

If the painting is correct, then whether it is profound enough, or whether the painting is accurate.

If the drawing is not accurate or blurry, that is no big deal.

If you draw the wrong god, it will be a big problem.

After all, the Blood-Dried Wizards want to use these people to locate the God in their hearts!

If you were clearly looking for the 'little shepherdess of the Styx', but instead you got a mad god who would eat all the gods without leaving any bones.

Obviously, the one being summoned was a kind-hearted human-shaped goddess from ancient Greece, but instead an indescribable and unrecognizable creature appeared. That would be really funny.

You can never make a mistake when it comes to God. If the God in the painting doesn’t look right, then you definitely can’t use the painter!

The fat man saw this, so he hoped someone could say that his artwork had nothing to do with Heraclea.

I keep saying that everyone's paintings are not right, and I hope someone can point out that there is something wrong with their own paintings.

Everyone present had a mental breakdown. The fat man didn't dare to communicate with others, so he kept criticizing Roland's work, hoping to attract Roland's attention.

He hoped that he and Roland could help each other. After all, the Blood-Withered Wizards would not dare to sacrifice those whose works had problems.

The fat man was quite nice. He kept saying that the god Roland painted was wrong. He said that the thing in his painting was not the real Heraclea. It was a crazy, evil, terrifying, and indescribable thing!

But the key point is that Roland felt that what the fat man said seemed to be on point.
In any case, in Roland's opinion, Mr. Fatty's works really have nothing to do with Helaka.

Not only the fat man, but everything in everyone's painting has nothing to do with Helaka.

After thinking about it, Roland began to help the fat man and ridiculed the problems in his paintings.

As a result, something went wrong.

(End of this chapter)