I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha.

Chapter 235 Haha, it’s fake, it’s all fake!
A group of people followed the Countess into the gallery and walked towards the end of the gallery.

Many ladies vaguely surrounded the gentlemen in the middle. The lady even put her arm around Roland's shoulders, causing the gentlemen to look at Roland several times with envy, as if saying, "You've hooked up with a beautiful woman so quickly, you're so lucky."

Roland secretly groaned. Just as he tried to contact his clone, the lady hugged him and gave him a meaningful warning.

The lady probably didn't know Roland's methods, but she was very alert. If Roland's magic or mental strength showed any abnormality, she would come over with a smile.

Now it's even attached to Roland.

It was no wonder that the lady stared at Roland so closely. As long as Roland concentrated his mind and energy, and secretly adjusted the magical radiation through "Shata Mysticism", he would give people the feeling of "being there just now, but not existing".

Therefore, the lady had a feeling that 'if she didn't touch him, she wouldn't be sure whether he was there or not'.

This lady was a quasi-second-level warrior, and the oppression she brought to Roland was no less than that of Anna.

The lady whispered softly into Roland's ear, "Boy, I don't cherish you like my lady does. If you try any tricks, I'll rip your heart out."

Roland sighed and thought to himself, "I'm afraid this is the only way I can escape."
Under public scrutiny, if Roland were to hide openly, he would surely be discovered immediately. Furthermore, he bore the Countess's mark.

But if someone were to deliver a fatal blow to him, he might be able to do something in that moment when he switched places with his stand.

At this time, everyone had been walking in the gallery for almost a minute. A short distance ahead was an ordinary staircase leading to the church door.

The Countess returned two minutes later. Roland estimated that something happened between the Countess and the gentleman she had brought with her at a location one minute away.

Seeing that the journey was almost over, Roland made an excuse to admire the tapestries here.

Everyone had come here to visit, and the Countess wasn't in a hurry for these few minutes. Instead, she wanted to hear Roland's evaluation of Heraca's artwork.

So the procession stopped in the gallery.

The huge tapestry in front of us was made by the Countess based on Roland's painting in the Heraclea Church.

The Countess was very interested in the carpet and asked Roland many questions.

While Roland discussed his understanding of Heracarian theology with his wife, he observed the surrounding environment.

The large gallery was empty; those who had poured blood on it had all left, probably to church.

The blood had already flowed into the grooves on the ground, and the grooves seemed to have been covered again with carpet.

So, the entire gallery looked very normal, without a trace of blood.

But why is there not even a hint of blood?
The tapestry looked as if it had been washed, very clean, without a speck of dust.

Roland could understand this. After all, the blood was driven by the magic array and flowed into the grooves on the floor.

So the tapestry looked like it had been washed.

But the carpet under my feet was surprisingly clean.

This means that the blood, under another stronger suction force, passed through the grooves of the floor and washed the carpet.

"Lord Roland, your understanding of Heracarian theology is indeed very different from the mainstream view."

The Countess shook her head and said, "What you said is very different from what is written in ancient books.
The source of Heracari mysticism comes from the West. Your point of view is completely different from that of the Westward Wizards!

If I were not absolutely certain that you were depicting the goddess Heraclea, I would have suspected that you had mistaken her for a deity!"

The three saints shook their heads secretly. They were very suspicious that the goddess Helaka described by Roland was actually a god of the abyss disguised as the god of the Styx.

There have been cases of this kind of thing.

One god devoured another, took up his scepter, and sat on his throne. From then on, the original gods ceased to exist, and even the names of the gods in the ancient Bible became the names of that evil god!

This is what the Bloody Baron is about to do.

If he succeeds, the goddess Helaka will cease to exist. Or rather, she never existed. His past, present, and future will all become the Bloody Baron!

Therefore, from some of Roland's works and theological views, the saints made a bold guess - could there be a god of the abyss who got there first?

At this time, the fat man Duncan suddenly smiled and said something like this.

"Respected Lady Wendishah, I don't think you need to dwell too much on this matter. Gods often have two sides to them. What mortals glimpse into God is often only the tip of the iceberg. From a different perspective, what you see is completely different."

After a pause, he added, "Besides, during the age of the ancient gods, the world experienced a catastrophe, and many gods' powers suffered some problems. It is precisely because of this that we wizards have the opportunity to drive the gods out of this place.

According to my research, the trauma inflicted on the goddess Helaka by that catastrophe has persisted. She may have replenished her divine fire in recent years.

——We have been studying the Heracles of the past, while Roland may be studying the Heracles of the present, so there will naturally be some differences.”

The fat man smiled and finally said, "Perhaps we should all abandon our past research and focus on Lord Roland's new discovery."

The fat guy was almost trying to trick Roland by showing off his brand name.

Previously, Big Fatty Duncan had always been determined to take on Paul Roland, but now the situation was different. There were only four people left, and if those two were to disappear again, then Roland and Big Fatty would have to go up.

Who goes up first? That is the question.

After all, if the first person who went up summoned Heraka directly, then there would be no need for the rest of the people to be sacrificed.

Maybe the last person will be silenced, but there will also be a chance to talk to the cultists and join the church.

So, the fat man obviously didn't want to be the first to go up, he wanted to struggle a bit. So he said the above words - we should still take Roland as the standard and sacrifice him first!

Sure enough, after the Countess and the saints heard this, they all looked at Roland with shining eyes.

Roland smiled and said, "I fully agree with Lord Duncan's remarks. As I said before, if the statues carved by your three schools are not useful, I will be obliged to assist the Countess."

The fat man's face suddenly became very ugly.

He suddenly realized that no matter how he struggled, it was meaningless.

Because, sacrificing anyone would most likely result in a failure to summon him. But sacrificing Roland wouldn't guarantee the same.

Therefore, the best strategy is to sacrifice everyone else first.

If someone else summoned the goddess Heraclea, it would mean that the goddess Heraclea Roland was referring to was another god! Roland must not be sacrificed again.

But anyway, if no one summons the goddess Heraclea, it naturally means that the 'old theology' is no longer effective and Roland's 'new theology' must be used.

Therefore, only after sacrificing others first can everyone feel at ease to sacrifice Roland.

Therefore, no matter how the fat man and the others struggled, Roland would definitely be the last one in line.

The fat man just said a lot, but Roland made the point clear in just one sentence.

Many women shook their heads and decided to stick with the original plan. After all, this was safer.

The Countess said, "Lord Roland, would you like to take another look?"

Roland shook his head with a strange look on his face.

Judging from the time, the two gentlemen should have suddenly gone missing in this area, but he didn't see anything wrong in the vicinity.

Those two gentlemen are not blood wizards, so there is no reason for them to suddenly turn into leeches and cause everyone to lose their memory?

To be honest, if he had a choice, Roland would have loved to study here for a whole day!
After all, if we go further, we won’t be able to tell who is lost in the team!

Maybe you will be the one who gets lost.

But he had no reason to delay any longer. To avoid the Countess misunderstanding that he was trying to escape and tying him up, Roland could only continue forward.

The team continued to move forward. When passing the most problematic section of the road, Roland concentrated his mind and gathered his energy, but nothing happened.

The team walked smoothly to the steps.

The journey from the studio to here took a minute and a half, and nothing embarrassing happened. Roland even counted the number of people: Gentleman A, Gentleman B, the fat man, and himself.

That’s right, it’s definitely 4 people this time!

I didn't lose my memory!

It seems that everything that just happened was just a false alarm.

Turning back to take one last look at the mysterious gallery behind him, Roland's expression was a little strange: "Speaking of which, when I first saw the gallery, it was covered in blood. But now it's so clean and tidy, there's not even a smell of blood."

Could it be that there is something wrong with me?

Roland couldn't help but give the fat man a strange look - Sir, you told me before that there seemed to be bloodstains in the gallery. Are you sure you didn't see it wrong before?

The portly Duncan looked extremely surprised. "What are you talking about? What blood? This gallery is spotless. Are you having a seizure?" "Come on in, we'll just carve it. Your style isn't suitable, so we don't need you."

After this divine thought was transmitted, Roland froze in place.

He looked at the gallery behind him, the steps and the church door in front of him, which looked as clean as new. He slowly grasped his hair and unconsciously took two steps back.

Could it be that everything that happened before was just my imagination?

And the voices of the crowd and the thoughts in the fat man's mind... are they all just my imagination?

Could it be that I am really sick?
Yes, Alayye has mentioned many times before that he is sick!

But I always thought that I was absolutely rational and definitely not crazy.

Hahaha.
The more Roland thought about it, the more he felt there was something wrong with him. Because from what the fat man had just said, he didn't believe in sacrifices—they were just here to carve, weren't they?

Everything is just my own imagination.

I have paranoia and I am crazy!
Roland took a deep breath and stepped onto the stairs. But when he looked up, he was stunned.

The number of people in the team is wrong!
It seems that a few priests are missing.

At this moment, the two gentlemen in the front saw that the Countess's skirt was stuck on the steps and it was difficult for her to move. They went over and helped the Countess pick up the long skirt behind her.

As a result, when the skirt was lifted up, Roland was completely dumbfounded.

The beautiful and luxurious long skirt was slowly lifted up like petals, revealing the bright red lining.

Looking closely, that wasn't a skirt lining at all. It was a myriad of giant, wriggling leeches!

The moment the gentlemen picked up the skirt, a large leech attached itself to the two gentlemen. Then, the leech stretched out its tongue and rolled around, pulling the two gentlemen into the long skirt.

Suddenly, the Countess's long skirt, as big as a snail, became even more bloated.

There was a faint object struggling inside the long skirt for a few times, and then the size of the skirt became smaller again - the two gentlemen were eaten dry of flesh and blood.

Roland stood behind the two gentlemen.

The things inside the long skirt flashed by, but he saw it all clearly.

There were countless giant leeches, squeezed together like chrysanthemum petals, swarming densely under the Countess's skirt.

The Countess has no legs at all!!
No, He is not a human at all!!

Her wig is fake, her head is fake, her body is fake. Everything is fake!
Only the skirt is real!
The skirt is her true self!

No wonder she loves beauty so much but never changes her skirt.

Because the skirt is her body!

In other words, His essence!
He is not a human, He is God! He is God's spokesperson on earth and the incarnation of the Bloody Baron!
In this Blood Castle, there has always been an ancient god hiding.

Roland had always believed that the problem lay with the Count.

But now Roland understood that the Earl was just a small clone.

The real ancient god is the Countess!

Maria once said this in the hot spring: The mistress asked me to come and accompany you.

The Count has been sleeping all this time! It was the Countess who asked Maria to take blood!
It is hard to imagine that when Maria was reporting to the Countess, such a scene happened - Maria brought several ladies-in-waiting to report to the Countess in the prayer room.

All the other ladies-in-waiting were eaten, leaving only Maria.

But Maria forgot.

The Countess had forgotten it too.

In the middle of the report, the Countess suffered amnesia again and walked out of the prayer room. But Maria remembered the Countess's instructions - the Countess was thirsty and wanted to drink blood.

So, she cut her wrists alone in the prayer room.

When the Countess returned, she had forgotten about the incident, but as her skirt moved in the prayer room, it absorbed all the blood on the ground!
This gallery does the same!

At this moment, Roland screamed in his heart: "The so-called sacrificial ceremony is a sacrifice to the Countess!"

'The blood shed in the gallery was an appetizer for the Countess.'

"The reason the tapestries on the walls and the carpets on the floor are so clean is not due to the magic circle of the grooves - they don't have such strong suction power!"

'But the Countess's gown will do.'
She walked through the gallery once and the blood in the gallery was gone.

Of course, the lady didn't know all this.

Because she lost her memory.'
Roland was standing there in an idiot pose, while the Countess felt someone touching her skirt.

She glanced back with some anger - of course she couldn't see the two gentlemen she had eaten.

She didn't even know that she had eaten the gentleman, because after the gentleman was eaten, he turned into a skirt.

To explain this logic in Roland's words, that is - they are wearing skirts, not gentlemen, right?

In other words, turning into a leech or a skirt means being swallowed by the abyss!

Leeches and skirts are the tentacles of the Dry-Blooded Baron that have quietly penetrated into the human world. As these tentacles stretch and retract, people fall into the abyss time and time again and are forgotten by the world, only to be rescued by the Dry-Blooded Baron time and time again and be remembered by people.

The intermittent amnesia is because when the Baron's tentacles extend and retract, it is leeches, not humans, that are moving around in the world.

As the leech tentacles retract into the abyss, people will forget everything about the leech tentacles—or even not see them at all!
But people will remember the existence of these people because they were rescued from the abyss by the Baron.

Therefore, once a person turns into a leech, people will forget that person's existence. Once the leech turns into a person, people will remember that person's existence again.

The only thing missing is the memory of when they turned into leeches, because the leeches returned to the abyss and were forgotten!

So, Mrs. Wendisa didn't remember those two gentlemen at all.

I don't remember them lifting my skirt just now.

Standing behind the two gentlemen was Roland.

When the Countess saw Roland behind her, she thought that Roland had just secretly lifted her skirt.

Countess Wendishah had always had an inexplicable fondness for Roland. Her expression softened.

She glared at Roland with a hint of reproach and said, "Then I'll have to ask Lord Roland to help me lift the hem of my skirt."

Roland was completely numb after hearing this.

(End of this chapter)