I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha.

Chapter 234 What are you guys doing!!!

Although the gods Roland painted were never quite right, he was a master in his artistic accomplishments.

So he can make incisive comments.

In his opinion, the fat man's work was inherently problematic and had nothing to do with Helaka, so he just told the truth.

Among the people present, no one knew more about painting and sculpture than him, except the fat man.

Therefore, Roland and the fat man's words are authoritative.

After the fat man commented on Roland's weird, abstract paintings, many ladies showed very strange expressions.

While Roland was commenting on the fat man's paintings, everyone looked extremely surprised.

The fat man turned his head dully and looked at Roland, giving him a very resentful look - little bastard, since you are playing this kind of trick on me, don't blame me for being cruel later.

Roland was stunned by his glare. He responded, "Sir, why do you say that? I'm helping you!"
The fat man snorted, turned his head away and ignored Roland.

Roland looked at his work, his expression gradually becoming strange.

He thought to himself: "Is it that I saw the real Heraclea, while others did not see it clearly? Or is it that they saw Heraclea, and I saw another god?"

Many ladies are also very confused about this question.

The three saints and the countess lowered their heads and whispered to each other.

The Saint asked, "Are you sure that after you and the Earl meditated on these paintings, the Lord of Withered Blood bestowed upon you a blessing?"

The Countess said, "My dear husband has already taken half a step into the Kingdom of God. He is in the jar now. You all saw it at noon, didn't you?"

Many ladies couldn't help but feel confused.

Some thought Roland should be the most accurate sacrifice, while others thought Lord Duncan (the fat man) would be the safest.

At this moment, everyone heard Roland's final summary: "To summarize, my work and that of Lord Duncan are at opposite ends of the spectrum."

After a pause, Roland looked at the fat man and said, "I guess neither of us can convince the other."

The fat on Baron Duncan's body trembled slightly, and he gave Roland a grateful look. "So that's what you were planning, kid. I didn't expect you to be so calm and composed at such a young age. Your strategy is more thoughtful than mine. Now, they won't mess with us."

Sure enough, after hearing Roland's words, many ladies were slightly stunned and began to discuss in low voices.

It must be said that Roland was very quick-witted. He always saw the essence of the problem directly - the most important thing about this sacrifice was not to find the right one, but to find the wrong one!

Now, Roland and Duncan are two extremes. Between them, one must be the most accurate person and the other must be the most wrong person.

To be on the safe side, it would definitely be more appropriate to use the two of them in the end.

So, after Roland pointed out that 'we are two extremes', they were safe.

Unless it is absolutely necessary and no one else can summon Heraka, the Blood Cultists will never use these two.

Roland breathed a sigh of relief.

Originally, the two of them could cooperate sincerely, but just now he offended that adult, causing him to want to die with him.

He was scared to death.

Now, the Dry Blood believers should not touch him for the time being.

But what to do next?
There are too many people here. The number of people who came here yesterday was far more than I imagined.

The Countess and the three strange saints alone were a difficult situation. There was also a large group of people in the hall next door. From their spiritual fluctuations, Roland sensed the presence of many quasi-second-level wizards!
Roland's concern now was not whether he could escape from here.

He was worried that his senior would come to find him in two hours.

She doesn't know the situation here yet, and coming here would be suicide!

Before stepping into the painting room, she could not sense the magical radiation here and in the hall, and she had no way of knowing that there were so many people here.

You must not wait for the senior sister to come, you have to find a way to leave first.

Roland couldn't help but give the fat man a look - Sir, you came early, do you have any plan?
Roland hoped that the fat man could make some noise. As long as everyone's attention was attracted by him, Roland would be able to let his clone come over quietly.

The fat man smiled and gave Roland a look. "Don't panic. They can only sacrifice two people a day at most. As long as I can survive today, I will find a way to get you out of this predicament."

The fat man didn't have the confidence to fight against the three saints. The Countess alone was enough to give him a hard time.

But these people can't keep watching him. He has some special cards and is confident of escaping.

Roland was overjoyed.

He didn't put all his bets on the fat man. When disaster strikes, everyone flees. If they really run into trouble while escaping, there's no way the fat man will take care of himself.

They probably brought me along to serve as cannon fodder. Or maybe they just treated me like a portable "biscuit" to replenish their health and save their lives at a critical moment.

However, as long as he can survive today, he can escape without the fat man's help.

It is impossible for the Blood Wizards to keep so many people watching them all the time.

Just put him in jail for a while and he'll be gone.

Roland and the fat man both breathed a sigh of relief. They each had their own ulterior motives, but they were both praying that they would not be chosen first.

The other gentlemen were still like fools, vying with each other and recommending themselves.

They puffed out their chests, displayed their grace and elegance, and participated in the ladies' discussion.

After this group of people volunteered, the eyes of the Three Saints gradually lit up, and she secretly selected two of them.

Roland and the fat man saw the way they were staring at the three people and knew they had escaped.

The two couldn't help but smile at each other.

Countess Wendishar smiled and said, "I'm sure you all have seen quite a few people walking in the gallery outside. At the end of the gallery is the 'Wendishar Church' inside the Withered Blood Castle.

To be honest, after the Dryblood Family obtained the Path of Truth from the Goddess Heraclea, they built this church to facilitate the observation and description of the Goddess Heraclea.

But the statue of the goddess in the church has never been perfect.

I specially invited everyone here today because I hope you can help the Blood Castle create a statue of the goddess Heraclea to assist us in studying Heraclea's Path of Truth."

The Countess said some nonsense to the effect that the job required only three people, so the others would probably have come in vain.

However, she hoped that everyone could stay here for a few more days, partly because she wanted the others to help the two main players.

Regardless of whether they are useful or not, they will be given a generous reward.

A gentleman smiled and said, "Your Excellency, you informed us long ago about the Heracles statue in the Windissa Church. We have made special arrangements this time, so we can stay here as long as we want."

Many gentlemen echoed this sentiment.

One of the gentlemen said that Lord Roland's work was too different from everyone else's, and he said very bluntly that Roland might not be suitable for this collaboration.

Many gentlemen echoed this sentiment.

It’s not that they are looking for trouble, but the matter of the statue involves the Heraclea Path, which is a very sensitive matter.

And Roland, he is the Black Abyss Wizard!
He is not one of us!
So, can an outsider learn all the results of everyone's hard work?
Although it is a foregone conclusion that Her Highness Catherine will bring the Black Abyss Wizards to join the Twilight Council in the future, we must be on guard against these traitors!

If we say that this guy is really amazing, then the nature of the problem is that everyone is learning the mysticism of Heraclea from him.

The Twilight wizards were naturally very happy that this traitor had revealed the mysticism of the Abyss. But now the situation is the other way around!

So, there's no need for Roland to stay here anymore, right?
Of course, they didn't say it so bluntly.

In order to drive Roland away, some people even said directly that the Mudbloods' participation in the carving of the Heraclea statue was a desecration of the goddess!
He doesn't deserve this garbage!
This is an excuse to speak out what is in my heart.

After listening to this, Roland really thanked the eighteen generations of ancestors of these gentlemen in his heart.

He really hoped that the Countess would let him go, but it was obvious that she would not.

Sure enough, the Countess smiled and spoke well of Roland, and "retained" him.

At this time, three quasi-second-level wizards came from the hall next door.

They asked the Countess if she had chosen the people, and the Countess took the two chosen fools and followed the three wizards to the hall.

Among the blood-stained wizards in the house, the Countess, a powerful warrior in the early second stage, was missing. There were only three saints without eyelids, the lady knight, and a dozen female officials - or priests.

The fat man seemed to be very afraid of the three saints. He gave Roland a look, telling him not to make any noise.

Roland looked at the three saints and couldn't help but think of the three high-level apprentices in the forbidden area.

He immediately understood how terrifying these three guys were and dared not move.

Roland took this opportunity to see what was going on in the hall, but found the door was closed.

He didn't dare to use his spiritual sense to explore there, so he learned about the rituals in the hall next door from the fat man.

The fat man didn't know what kind of ceremony the blood-stained wizards were going to perform, but he seemed to have peeked at the magic circle over there before, so he told Roland about it.

Roland suddenly understood after hearing this.

It turned out to be a magic circle that could summon gods.

It can open dimensional doors.

It’s just two runs a day and that’s it.

Therefore, the Blood-Dried Wizards only prepared two sets of torture instruments, as the extra one would be useless.

Therefore, only two people can be sacrificed each day. These two people come one by one.

At this moment, the Countess suddenly came back from the hall over there.

Just as Roland was feeling somewhat surprised, he heard the Countess smilingly say to the three saints, "Have you made your choice?"

The three saints communicated with each other.

Seeing this, a gentleman put down his tea and stood up. He glanced at Roland and said bluntly, "Dear ladies, I have a thought—carving the statue of Heraclea is a very sacred matter. I don't think Lord Roland is suitable."

Many gentlemen chimed in. In order to drive Roland away, some even directly stated that the Mudblood's involvement in carving the Heracles statue was a desecration of the goddess!
The Countess smiled and spoke well of Roland, trying to keep him here.

Roland was completely stunned by the group's discussion. He felt as if he had traveled through time and space and returned to two minutes ago.

He asked cautiously, "Everyone, hasn't this matter been settled? Why do we need to discuss it again?"

After these words were spoken, the hall fell silent for a moment.

Afterwards, everyone looked at Roland with strange eyes, as if they were looking at a madman.

Apparently, there was one more reason not to choose Roland—this guy had mental problems!

One of the chosen gentlemen smiled and said, "The Black Abyss Wizard is indeed worthy of his reputation."

After saying this, he and his companion followed the Countess.

Just two minutes later, the Countess returned.

"Sisters, have you chosen your people?" the Countess asked with a smile.

The three saints communicated with each other.

Then, the gentleman who had made two blunt remarks before once again put down his tea and stood up.

He glanced at Roland and said very bluntly, "Dear ladies."

"Wait a minute!" Roland suddenly stood up and stretched out his hand to interrupt the discussion.

He stood up and said, "Everyone, carving the Heracles statue involves the secrets of the Dry Blood Family. As a Black Abyss wizard, I may not be suitable to participate in this matter. Therefore, I wish to withdraw."

The gentlemen's eyes lit up slightly, and they gave Roland a look - you are very sensible boy.

Seeing the Countess about to speak, Roland waved his hand to interrupt, "Madam, I know you trust me very much because of Her Highness Catherine. But I am an outsider after all, and my background is very humble.

In addition, there are some problems with my description of the goddess Heraclea, so if I participate in the carving, unexpected problems may arise.

But I won't be leaving for the next few days. After all, I'll be staying at Bleeding Castle with Her Highness Catherine. If you need anything, I'm always available."

These words sounded like politeness, and the gentlemen did not think that the Countess would need his services in the future. After all, they were enough.

The Countess smiled and said, "Thank you, Lord Roland, for your support. However, for the time being, please do not leave with the other unselected gentlemen. I will take the two selected gentlemen to visit the church later, and then we will discuss this together and brainstorm ideas."

The gentlemen all nodded. They didn't want Roland to participate in the carving, but they wanted to learn from him about Heraka in the eyes of the Black Abyss wizards.

Roland said, "I am willing to serve you, but I have a small request. I don't want any reward, but I hope to accompany you gentlemen to visit the church."

Roland had to go and take a look. In less than five minutes, four people were lost!
Were these four people sacrificed? Where did they go?
These guys clearly have lost their memory! So there must be something wrong next door!
There were only 8 people in total. Now 4 of them are missing, so there are only 4 left!
Now, the lady is back looking for people again. If she loses these two people again and comes back to look for them, Roland will be in trouble!
So he wanted to go next door to see what was going on, how the person was lost, and find a way to help the Countess complete today's sacrifice!

The door of the gallery has been open for everyone to see. Just now, the Blood-Dried Wizards were fighting fiercely in the gallery to transport the statue of the Blood-Dried Baron like it was in a church.

Therefore, Roland concluded that the Blood-Dried Wizards were not afraid of people coming over to see them.

So he asked to visit.

But after he finished speaking, everyone looked hesitant.

The gentlemen hesitated because they did not trust Roland, an outsider.

As for the lady, she looked at Roland with a strange expression, wondering if this guy's cognition had not been distorted by the saints.

But. How is this possible?

At this time, the fat man smiled and said, "Countess Vendisa, I remember that Vendisa Church is open to the public. I believe that you gentlemen, like Lord Roland, have long been curious about the artistic masterpieces in Vendisa Church. Even if Lord Roland hadn't mentioned it just now, I would have planned to go and take a look."

As he spoke, the fat man glanced at the small notebook in his hand, which contained many sketches.

It seemed that he had been sketching while chatting just now.

There are clearly eight gentlemen in the sketch, but only four are present.

The fat man was sure that there were only four gentlemen in total this time. Why did he draw eight people?

And why are there 4 extra empty seats around? !

The fat man didn't know what was going on, but he was very panicked.

Roland wasn't going to sit still and wait for death, so he suggested going over to take a look. The fat man then played along, offering Roland an assist and saying he wanted to go along with him.

The Countess smiled and said, "Then let's all come and take a look together."

(End of this chapter)