I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha.

Chapter 301: Something is wrong with this city!! Crazy. Crazy!!

Just as Roland guessed, as soon as he rode into the courtyard, waiters came to greet him humbly. Without asking any questions, they came over respectfully to lead the horse.

Roland threw them a few silver dollars as a tip, then dismounted and headed towards the lobby, led by several servants.

This summer palace actually has a very historical background.

It can be traced back to the 'Ancient Empire' period.

It was once a palace of the Alayye royal family and has a history of thousands of years.

Later, Protestantism emerged. A holy king once appeared here, and the Summer Palace was the holy king's bedroom.

Today, the dynasty has fallen and the Summer Palace has been taken back by the church, so it is now open to the public.

This place is very famous and many people come here to visit - it is more like a big museum than a hotel.

Of course, a lot of the stuff in there is fake.

However, according to rumors, there are some areas in the Summer Palace that are not open to the public, and many masterpieces that are not available in museums are stored there.

Those who could come here were all important figures in the business and political circles. But there seemed to be a commotion at the hotel entrance.

It was a large, special carriage—one with the symbol of the Abbey Asylum on it!

Against the white background, the simple red emblem looks very dazzling!
A group of strong monks in white coats, or white linen robes, were staring at someone in the hotel lobby.

The man was dragged alive from the hotel lobby to the door.

The carpet on the road was torn by that person's fingernails!
Roland originally thought that this was a homeless person causing trouble, but when he got closer, he found that this person was dressed very respectably.

He seemed to have a group of followers, but these followers were talking to the doctors on the side, and some of them were helping the doctors prepare straitjackets.

It seems that this person does have a high status, but he is indeed a madman.

It's not surprising that many of the residents of the Summer Palace were nobles seeking medical treatment.

The patient cried out, "No! I'm not sick! I'm the mayor! Your mayor! I'm not sick, I really am not sick!"

Roland happened to be surrounded by several men in white coats and the madman's followers, so he asked curiously, "Does this guy think he's the mayor?"

The attendant noticed that Roland's attire and demeanor didn't resemble those of an ordinary noble, so he explained in a very kind and appropriate manner, "Oh no, sir, this is our 'Mr. Mayor Johnson.'"

Roland asked in astonishment, "Why arrest him?"

The attendant shook his head and sighed, "He is sick, very sick."

At this time, the mayor shouted: "What are you doing? Are you all crazy?! Go find someone from the Heretic Mystery Department to save me! I'm not sick, I'm not sick!"

Roland couldn't help but reveal a strange look on his face. He felt that this person didn't seem to be sick. By the way, didn't the mayor bring people to personally welcome Isabella in the afternoon?

But to be honest, Roland is not professional enough when it comes to psychiatric matters. He has only read some books but has no practical experience.

So he couldn't be sure.

After all, he has so many followers, and they all think that the mayor is sick and needs treatment.

At this time, the men in white coats saw that the mayor was still making a fuss, so someone punched the mayor.

A mouthful of blood foam spurted out of the mayor's mouth, splashing onto Roland's face.

Roland felt nauseous and vomited for a long time beside him - this guy had no manners at all, he just spit on the ground.

He continued to ask: "What disease is it specifically?"

"Hmm, it seems so. It seems to be some kind of disease?"

Several followers looked at the monks.

The monk said seriously, "To be precise, it is a very fatal symptom."

This aroused Roland's strong curiosity.

He wiped his face and spat out blood foam from his mouth, and asked, "What symptoms are serious enough to require compulsory treatment?"

The monk in the white coat said, "Spitting syndrome."

As he spoke, the attendants, guests, and monks around him all looked at Roland.

Roland: “?”

At this time, the monks' leader came over. A few onlookers whispered something in the leader's ear and pointed at Roland.

The other monks surrounded Roland intentionally or unintentionally.

The guests around were all looking at Roland with strange eyes, as if they were looking at a mental patient.

Roland: “???”

The leader should be a priest. He looks a bit like the "High Sparrow" in Game of Thrones, with a righteous face, very holy and kind.

After he came over, he smiled kindly at Roland and said, "Child, are you sick?"

Roland thought seriously for a moment and said, "Father, I'm sick, and I think I really need treatment."

The priest asked again, "When you walked in just now, did you step in with your left foot first or your right foot?"

Roland thought for a moment and said, "Father, it's the left foot."

The priest laughed and said to everyone, "Children, it's okay. He is not sick."

Everyone was very confused.

The priest patiently explained to the children: “First, he thought he was sick, so he was not sick.

Secondly, he was spitting on the carpet, not in a spittoon like the mayor, so he didn't have 'spitting disorder'.

Finally, he knew that he always deliberately stepped in with his left foot when he entered the goal, so he didn't have the 'random step syndrome'.

Everyone suddenly understood what was going on and applauded, casting apologetic glances at Roland.

Roland took off his hat with a smile, patted his chest in greeting, and then left the crowd amid cheers and came to the service desk.

As soon as he walked out of the crowd, cold sweat began to stream down Roland's face.

This city has a problem.

No, it’s the people in Uptown who have the problem!
These people are mentally ill!

As for why only people in the upper city have problems, Roland suspects that many people in the entire city actually have problems, but there are more people in the upper city.

Because it is close to the monastery.

I'm afraid there really is something unusual there.

No wonder Catherine was arrested!
They are all crazy!

I almost got caught!
Just now, when Roland was talking to the priest, he really thought about it seriously - he saw the logic of these lunatics and gave a suitable answer.

The logic is 'don't be stubborn'.

Whether it is 'spitting syndrome' or 'walking disorder', they are both diseases, but they do not require compulsory treatment!
So, Roland just took a bold gamble.

When the priest asked him if he was sick, he honestly said that he was.

So he was not arrested.

The mayor, on the contrary, always argued that he was not sick - he thought that he was not sick, which was the reason why he had to be forced to receive treatment!
So Roland was released and the mayor was arrested!
As for the priest, he actually lied just now. He thought Roland was sick - who in his right mind would remember which foot they stepped on when they walked?
But this kid's illness is not serious and does not require compulsory treatment.

So to appease passers-by, he said Roland was not sick.

That priest is a super psychopath with very clear logic!

The people here are not normal!

The whole city might have gone crazy a long time ago.

It’s just that people who have just arrived can’t see it and don’t know.

There is a big problem in this city!

Roland no longer wanted to enter the hotel, he just wanted to escape!
I can’t handle my senior sister’s affairs by myself!
He had to call someone!

Roland had a vague feeling that this matter could not be handled without the intervention of a demigod!

He had to flee from here quickly and pass the news back to Heiyuan, because he would be captured soon.
But he couldn't escape now, so he could only bite the bullet and walk to the front desk.

The front desk clerk noticed cold sweat on Roland's forehead and asked cautiously, "Sir, are you suffering from 'random sweating syndrome'?"

Roland said sincerely, "Indeed, I've recently discovered that I sometimes sweat, especially when it's hot.

I came all the way here just to see a doctor."

The waitress breathed a sigh of relief. She exchanged glances with the manager, and both smiled and nodded.

The manager reassured Roland, "It seems your illness isn't too serious. Don't worry, sir. Saint Wilmik has the best psychiatrists. You will receive proper treatment."

Roland pretended to be very happy.

He then took out the documents given by 'Saladin', dug out his ID, and completed the check-in procedures.

After seeing Roland's ID, the waiter's hand trembled slightly. The manager took it and his pupils shrank slightly after reading it.

Roland saw their reactions.

He had seen these documents on the way, and it seemed that he was a prince of the "Holy Tadar Empire".

This empire seems to be a very ancient empire that no longer exists, but its royal members and titles still exist today.

So maybe the angels in heaven all have such titles. And the angel Lawrence should have some status.

But that wasn't surprising. His fiancée was Isabella, the former queen of the Kingdom of Saint Malor. It was normal for her fiancé to be of high status. Therefore, Roland didn't take it too seriously.

The manager politely asked Roland how many days he wanted to stay.

Roland flipped through his money.

Isabella was very generous and provided a lot of funds - a full 20 gold pounds.

However, the hotel was very expensive. The superior room that Roland needed to stay in cost 6 gold pounds a day.

This price is a bit exaggerated. The annual rent for renting a nice small villa in the urban and rural areas of Wilmik is only 60-80 gold pounds.

Roland opened it for a year.

Although the banknotes on him did not rot because they were preserved by the servants' magic, he only had less than a thousand gold pounds in banknotes on him, which he used as change.

He paid with gold dollars - the manager did not calculate it based on a single day, the price was very low, and in fact he only received a few dozen gold dollars and a bag of gold coins.

Roland pretended to take out a bag of gold coins from his suitcase.

Gold dollars are rarely used in the south, but in coastal cities, there are many wealthy businessmen who do maritime trade with the north, so some people still use gold dollars.

The manager cautiously suggested that Roland exchange the gold coins at the bank. The quality of the gold coins was very high, and some were clearly collectible antiques. They were several times more expensive than regular gold coins. Therefore, it was difficult for them to assess the price, so they had to use the standard rate, which would put the customer at a disadvantage.

Given Roland's current condition, he probably couldn't go there. He said it didn't matter.

The manager said that if Roland trusted them, they would help Roland go to the bank to exchange them and then return the extra money to Roland.

In addition, the manager said that there were very few customers recently, so he upgraded Roland.

Roland asked curiously, "I'm going to stay here for a year—I don't have to change rooms after that?"

The manager smiled subtly and said, "No problem, Your Highness."

Roland nodded and said, "Just call me Sir Lawrence. Also, can I store my belongings here? They're nothing valuable."

Roland placed the suitcase on the counter and signaled the manager to store the suitcase there.

The manager looked at the box and hesitated slightly.

This is the last prince of Alayeh!

Even if his things are not expensive, they are extremely valuable items.

What's more, this gentleman just took out a bag of gold coins from the box.
But the manager hesitated for only 0.1 seconds before smiling and saying, "Of course, Sir Lawrence."

The manager personally brought an exquisite silk bag, packed the suitcase, and put a seal on the silk bag.

Well, this operation is of no practical use, because if someone really wants to open it, they can just tear off the seal, replace it with a silk bag, and then replace the seal.

So to put it bluntly, it is to make customers feel more at ease.

Of course, since the luggage is stored here, the hotel will still have some responsibility if anything happens to it.

Roland put the dimensional bag in the box. The snake ring was still in his hand.

He was not afraid that the dimensional bag would be taken away because he had just secretly let Leona run into the dimensional bag. At night, he would let Leona bring the box back to him.

After storing the box, Roland specifically instructed the hotel to take good care of their horses and to take them for a walk several times a day.

The manager recorded all of this and personally took Roland to the elevator.

While waiting for the elevator, someone next to Roland said, "So, Mr. Lawrence, when you were talking to the manager just now when you left the front desk, what was the eighth word in the third sentence?"

Roland looked at the man sincerely and said, "Father, I don't remember."

The priest's face grew more serious, and he discussed things with the people around him.

——It turned out that after the mayor was put on the car, only a few monks got on. The priest and the other monks didn't leave at all, and stayed with Roland the whole time!
Roland felt that he would be finished at any time, so he saved some of his things.

After the priest consulted with the five or six monks, one of them wrote something in a notebook and said, "57 points, 3 more points. No need for hospitalization for the time being."

The priest seemed relieved. He took two lists and a small bag from a monk, signed them, and handed them to Roland.

The priest patted Roland's shoulder with great concern and said, "Don't worry, son. Take your medicine on time tonight. This is the appointment number for the hospital's specialist. Come in for a consultation tomorrow morning between 10:00 and 12:00. We need to have a consultation with you."

The manager nearby, as well as the gentlemen and ladies waiting for the elevator, all applauded.

Some people even took out their handkerchiefs to wipe the corners of their eyes, and burst into tears with emotion.

Doctors are like parents!

Mr. Williams is really worried about the patient's condition.

Watching the priest and the monks leave, Roland wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Roland didn't want to stay here anymore, so he said to the manager, "Where is the restaurant? I plan to go eat first."

The manager said, "Sir, the restaurant is on the first floor. I'll take you there."

The Wilmik Summer Palace was magnificent and splendid, and its luxury was no less than that of the Bleeding Castle.

This place was once the capital of a great kingdom. After the dynasty collapsed, the Holy See temporarily took back this place.

If a Holy King appears in this land in the future, the Holy See will grant the kingship through divine right and confer this land on the new Holy King.

There are generally two types of holy kings. One type has made great achievements and has been favored by the gods. The Holy See will grant the royal power on earth to the shepherd dog of God on behalf of God.

One is the 'Son of God'.

The Son of God is usually a reincarnated archangel, or an incarnation of God, or even a god who has come to earth.

The wizards of the East believed that these saints usually came with a mission.

The manager escorted Roland to the entrance of the restaurant area and then respectfully took his leave.

Roland secretly took a look at the environment here and headed towards the kitchen.

As a result, Roland froze in place halfway through.

There was a group of white-collar monks patrolling the restaurant.

Seeing the leader looking at him, Roland quickly turned around.

This is a secondary hall.

There are many restaurants in the Summer Palace, and the delicious food here is very famous.

There are three main types of restaurants on the first floor: the main restaurant, the secondary hall, and the banquet hall.

The main restaurant and banquet hall each have their own independent kitchen and professional team. Here you can enjoy a royal banquet. Many of the people who dine here are not guests, but come here specifically for the reputation of the hotel.

As for the secondary restaurant, it's actually quite good.

It's a free buffet.

The buffet provided by the hotel is actually very good, not much worse than the main restaurant. And there is music and dancing in it.

But the key point is that the Summer Palace has some very cheap guest rooms, and people who stay in these rooms can also eat and socialize here for free.

Therefore, many people who are not actually rich but pretend to be respectable will live in the cheapest room in the Summer Palace, and then come here to eat and make friends with some important people.

There are also those scammers who sneak in and pretend to be rich noble ladies who hang out here.

There are even people who come here specifically to take magical photos.

After this kind of thing happened frequently, those respectable gentlemen stopped eating in such a side hall.

Shameful.

The hall in front of Roland was just such a secondary hall.

There are even more monks in white robes in the secondary hall!
Roland's expression became somewhat stiff.

He picked up a silver tray in a pretentious manner and walked to a long buffet table.

When I looked up, I found three familiar faces sitting across from the long table!
Among these three acquaintances, there was a young lady who was sitting there happily knitting a sweater.

There was a young lady eating madly with her eyes shining.

There was also a young lady standing in front of the long buffet table with a plate in her hand, happily picking at the food - she seemed quite picky, and even though she was eating free dishes, she still complained about this and that.

Just then, a waiter pushed open a cart with a huge lobster on a plate.

The eyes of the lady at the long table lit up slightly, but she pretended to be elegant and picked other things.

It was not until the waiter placed all the dishes on the long table and left with the cart that the lady looked at the big lobster again.

At this moment, a person suddenly came over. The lady was very quick and quickly put the big lobster on her plate.

She glanced at the man with a smug look on her face, and then stood there in a daze.

This person was Roland. He asked with a strange look on his face, "Lady Isabella, why are you here?"

Miss Isabella pretended to be calm and said, "We have some luggage here. Come and get it. What are you doing here?"

Roland said, "Of course I'm staying here. Haven't you already moved your luggage to the office? Oh~~ The mayor has booked a room for you here, but only for a few days. You think it'd be a shame not to stay for a few days, so you came here to take advantage of the situation?"

Miss Isabella's face turned pale and blue, and she didn't say a word for a long time.

She had never seen such a slap in the face in her life! For a moment, she was so angry that she lost her usual calm demeanor and shouted angrily, "You are the one who came here to take advantage!"

Don't slap someone in the face!
Roland's words just now were really too 'high EQ'.

But he just came here to cause trouble for the leader!

Let you go crazy with me during the day!
Damn, I don't think I'll be able to get out today. I'm probably going to end up in a mental hospital.

Don't even think about it! Stay in the hospital with me!
(End of this chapter)