I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha.

Chapter 324: It's over! I have the appearance of an angel! The ultimate filth is holiness! I'm stuck in the bed!
(PS: 10,000 words)
Brianna was put into Anna's space bag by the senior sister. The senior sister planned to let Anna take Brianna to the mysterious place to meet her.

She had some things that required the help of a magic master.

It seemed that after talking with Brianna, Catherine's trust in her increased a lot. When Roland was in the outer room before, he secretly peeked inside and saw that the senior seemed to be checking Brianna's tail.

Roland couldn't help but recall a certain lady's tail. He had actually touched it!
In addition, the two seemed to have just talked about a lot of private topics. Roland vaguely heard some of it, and the content was quite embarrassing.

When Roland regained consciousness, he saw that Catherine had come to the bedside and woke Isabella up. She seemed to be talking to Isabella.

Catherine said: "Isabella, if you still bet on the church now, you are a fool.

I know you idiot have very strong beliefs, even if they treat you like a dog, you still have illusions.

Haha, there are indeed good people in the church, but an idiot like you can't tell them apart.

My father and I had different ideas. I planned to cooperate with some people in the church - I needed someone who understood the church and could act as an advisor to me.

I'm willing to give you a chance. So, are you willing to contribute to promoting peace between the Eastern Territory and the Southern Church?"

Isabella was so willing! These words really touched Isabella's heart!

Isabella asked excitedly, "Sister, are you serious?! Are you willing to coexist peacefully with the church in the south?!"

Catherine said: "Of course I am willing, as long as they are willing."

Isabella burst into tears of joy. She felt like her life had gained a new purpose. She had thought she was going to be a traitor, but now she suddenly realized that she could make a contribution to the church. The excitement in her heart was beyond words.

Perhaps, I will be able to return to the church as a saint in the future!

Looking at Isabella's expression, Roland sighed inwardly, "Senior is so despicable. She really didn't lie. She really needs an advisor, someone who will proactively and actively reveal all the secrets of the church."

There might be some degree of 'cooperation' between the East and the Church in the future, but it would definitely not be what Isabella imagined.

Her wish will not come true here with the devil.

But by then, she no longer cared.

Because the church would disappoint her again and again.

Her faith was destined to slowly collapse under Catherine's guidance, going from one extreme to another.
Catherine continued, "Isabella, you should have heard that the church is planning to exchange 'Catherine' for a group of people."

Isabella's eyes moved slightly and she said, "Sister, you mean..."

Catherine said, "Yes, I plan to take you to Isabella in the East. I want to release you, but many people don't want to. However, if the hostage being exchanged is 'Catherine', the parliament will naturally shut up."

Roland sighed secretly: "It's a shame to see such a desperate plot. From now on, I'm afraid Isabella will work herself to death."

Isabella burst into tears of joy. She rubbed her eyes and cried, "Sister, I will do my best to play the role of 'Catherine'!"

Catherine nodded and said, "You will see your daughter."

Isabella wiped her tears and glanced at Lawrence intentionally or unintentionally, as if to say - what about my husband?
But she didn't dare ask.

Faced with the warning look from his senior, Roland sighed again, pretended to be Lawrence, played the good guy, and comforted Isabella in various ways.

He knew that his sister-in-law couldn't know about Lawrence yet. If she discovered the true face of the person she trusted most and knew the culprit of Malrod's incident, she would be greatly upset.

By then, it will have an impact on Isabella's role as Catherine and deceiving the werewolf.

The two discussed the werewolf matter with Isabella.

This time, Roland did not speak a lot of words that Isabella could not understand like he did last time when he faced the Heart-stealing Holy Spirit.

He told Isabella bluntly that if the werewolves didn't die, everyone in Wilmick would die.

This time, she completely understood and showed great interest.

Catherine knew that all her sisters and brothers were fools, and Isabella, the "foolish monarch", was incapable of many things.

So she left Isabella something - a small hairpin to hide in her hair.

Wilmick's control over Isabella was very loose; no one would touch her hair, not even the Black Abyss wizards.

This little hairpin is not a magical item, but an ordinary piece of jewelry, but it is an anchor.

After Isabella put it on, she heard Catherine's voice in her heart.

With this item, even if Isabella is in a barrier that blocks information, the senior can still see her remotely and convey her thoughts.

Even if Isabella was willing to fall a little, pray to hell, and use a certain demon as a medium to initiate a transaction.

Then Catherine, as the other party in the transaction, could even pay some price and briefly possess Isabella.

For the lives of millions of Wilmiks, would the devout Isabella be willing to violate her beliefs a little and fall a little?

Catherine is looking forward to her choice.

With Catherine secretly directing Isabella, she would no longer have any problems with being exposed.

She will slowly train her good sister.

After a while, Collard opened the door and walked in with several female knights of the Crusaders. They said that the time had come.

Before Roland and his senior left, Collard took out a mirror with sacred texts and respectfully invited Isabella to look at herself in front of it.

Roland noticed that the mirror had sacred text on it, suggesting it was a sacred object, so he observed it curiously.

Isabella in the mirror is Isabella!

And what Anna looks like in the mirror is not Jeanne!
But Catherine!
Roland's expression froze slightly. He thought to himself, "Oh no! The Church actually possesses such a remarkable thing! The Orb of the God of Deception has actually been discovered by it!"

At this moment, Roland noticed that Collard's expression was very normal, as if he didn't recognize him.

Roland suddenly understood.

Everyone has been deceived. Even if they see their true appearance, they will think they are not themselves.

Roland couldn't help but look at his image in the mirror curiously.

In the mirror, there is a strange angel.

It has no facial features, and its face is covered with a dense mass of small corals - they are constantly wriggling on its face like coral polyps.

The angel had a pair of wings, not the wings of a birdman, but the wings of a butterfly, with countless wailing and crazy human-shaped patterns on them - all of them were little Roland.

Roland's eyes went dark, and he hurriedly said to Collard, "Sir, is this mirror of yours used to observe a patient's condition?"

Collard was slightly stunned, then nodded and smiled, "As expected of Sir Lawrence, the Angel's Eye lives up to its reputation. It can indeed be used to diagnose a patient's epilepsy."

As he spoke, he pointed at the angel in the mirror and said, "Look, there's something dark on your forehead. Did you forget to take your medicine today? Your condition seems to have worsened a lot. Oh, and by the way, you shouldn't touch any messy things recently."

Roland's expression suddenly turned very ugly.

Collard pulled out a small mirror from his pocket and handed it to Roland. "This is a replica. You can carry it with you at all times to observe your condition. It's also very useful for your inspection work. There's a difference between the appearance of a Mind-stealing Holy Spirit and a normal person."

Roland put it away carefully.

After Collard finished talking to Roland, he looked at Jeanne with a half-smile and said, "I didn't expect Lady Isabella to come here in person."

The senior student snorted and said, "Collard, yesterday you said you needed documents from the Inquisition, and Jeanne brought them today. But why did she tell me you were going to keep Catherine here again?"

Collard said: "Ms. Isabella, there is indeed no problem with your documents, and you can take the prisoner away from us.

But first, I must reiterate one thing—Her Highness Catherine is not a prisoner, she is our honored guest, a guest who has come all the way from the East to seek medical treatment.

So, you can’t take her away.”

Jeanne said rudely, "Don't play dumb with me. Bishop Collard, we both know this. This man is our hostage. We'll use him to exchange for our people later!"

Collard said with a forced smile: "Ms. Isabella, the Vatican did say that you will cooperate with us in exchanging personnel, but please note that it is the 'Holy Medical Knights' who will cooperate with the Wilmik Templar Knights to ensure the order of the Holy Spirit Hospital and complete the 'escort work'.

In terms of personnel exchange, the Holy Spirit Hospital and the Wilmick Cathedral are the main ones, supplemented by the Holy Medical Knights.

—Let me be frank. In this matter, you are responsible for security. And it is the Hospitallers who are in charge of that, not the Mysteries!
First, Her Royal Highness Catherine is not a prisoner and there is no reason for her to be taken away and detained by anyone.

Second, the Mystical Department is not responsible for this matter.

Third, you don't even have a proper prison. Don't even mention that Her Highness Catherine shouldn't be in prison. Even for the dark wizards outside, you don't have a proper prison to guard them, right?"

Jeanne smiled and said, "Collard, what you're talking about is just information from the Vatican. It hasn't been formally documented yet. You should have seen the documents we have now—until the construction of the Wilmik Inquisition is completed, the Holy Spirit Hospital will temporarily provide cells."

Do you understand, Collard?
It doesn't matter if you don't understand. Our people will be here to take over tomorrow! Let the Crusaders guarding here prepare for the handover!
It is obviously inappropriate to use the Crusaders to guard dark wizards."

After saying that, Jeanne turned and left. Colard smiled and followed behind her, looking like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water.

He gave Roland a look that said, "Don't worry." The gist of it was, "Isabella is fighting for power, to control Wilmick. She's not doing this for His Highness. The Temple is just being a hooligans and staying here. Isabella can't do anything to us."

Sure enough, 'Jeanna' seemed to be at a loss as to what to do here. After walking out of the intensive care unit, Collard gave her a step and she came down.

Collard said, "Judge, as I said before, we will cooperate with the Mysterious Department in providing you with any information you desire. But to be honest, I do not recommend getting too involved in Her Highness Catherine's affairs."

Next, the two of them argued for a while.

After some discussion of finding common ground while reserving differences, Roland and Jeanne left.

A female knight beside her whispered, "I didn't expect that guy to be so capable of stirring up trouble. To achieve his goal, he even dragged the Mysterious Department into this mess.

Although Isabella coveted power, she shouldn't have been that interested in Catherine. That guy must have persuaded her with his sweet talk.

Collard stared at Roland and Jeanne's backs for a long time, then shook his head and said, "It seems he doesn't trust anyone and is prepared to put the person in his own hands."

On the other side, Roland and his senior crossed the courtyard and arrived at the entrance of the Holy Spirit Hospital.

The two of them have been communicating with their minds.

Katherine said, "I feel like Collard is more like a 'Twilight Wizard.' I mean, someone from a world without the Abyss. But it's hard to say."

Roland said, "It doesn't matter where they are from. We can't trust anyone on either side right now. Most of those outsiders are just trying to join our group. There should be less than five people who want to become mad gods, otherwise they would have already taken action."

After a pause, Roland glanced at Catherine and said, "They took good care of you."

Catherine knew that the 'you' Roland was talking about was the imprisoned Isabella.

She ignored his teasing and said, "Are you really not going to get involved in what's next? I don't mind. The Heart-Seizing Spirit doesn't seem to be that interested in me. They only catch crazy people."

Roland smiled, stopped a carriage, and said, "Go and do your business. Don't forget, it's ten o'clock in the evening."

Jeanne glared at Roland, got into the carriage and left.

Roland patted his clothes and returned to the hospital.

In the lobby at the entrance, he unexpectedly met a nurse from the seventh floor. The nurse was slightly startled by his appearance and said, "Mr. Lawrence, if you want to go out for work, it's best to tell the attending physician.

Although the hospital does not restrict patients from going out, patients usually say hello to the hospital before leaving.

Moreover, although you are here to see a doctor, you are also here to study, so we have to follow a semi-closed system. If you leave without saying goodbye, it will affect your grades."

The nurse complained.

Roland hurriedly said that he had just gone out to buy something and would be back soon.

Roland had always believed that the Holy Spirit Hospital restricted personal freedom, after all, he lived in the "special sanatorium area".

But now it seems that this sanatorium is indeed a sanatorium, and people inside can walk around freely.

The old Black Abysses can also walk out of this hospital at will, but they will be caught by the Heart-Seizing Holy Spirit.

Roland returned to the ward on the seventh floor while daydreaming.

In the corridor, Roland met Sister Florence, who was looking for Roland everywhere and was very anxious.

Florence said, "I thought you were lost again. You must take your medicine on time, Sir Laurence."

Roland followed her back to the ward and said, "I was doing something with Jeanna and the others and just sent them away."

Roland sat on the hospital bed and Florence began to examine him.

Florence complained, "I'm your personal nurse and your assistant on this mission. You didn't even tell me you were going out on business. It seems you don't trust me enough."

Roland secretly grinned. This was all the fault of 'Holy Spirit Johnson'.

He had meant to say hello to Florence.

Roland said, "Sister Florence, you know, there are some things I can't do with you. Johnson thinks I'm a dark wizard, so he told me today that they're going to hold a mysterious black magic ceremony. How can I take you with me?"

Florence glanced at Roland unhappily and said, "You believed what he said. How much money did you lose?"

Roland was slightly stunned and said, "Do you know what they usually do?"

Florence was speechless and said, "They drag the dean there every day. I used to be the deacon (chief secretary) of Lord Williams. If he was absent, he would definitely tell me to get on the bed and take off my pants."

Roland was surprised and asked, "What for?"

Florence took out the doctor's prescription and pointed at the medicines on it. She said, "This one is for injection, and this one is for IV drip. You should have had your injection at six o'clock, and it's already half past eight, so hurry up. After the injection, I'll come back in two hours to give you an IV drip."

Roland took off his coat with a strange look on his face, unbuckled his belt, and lay down on the bed.

Florence took out a bunch of things from the medical box. Roland looked at them curiously and found that those needles were ordinary needles.

He couldn't help but ask, "Can this needle penetrate?"

Florence said nothing, but tapped Roland's butt with her chin.

Roland took off his pants awkwardly and turned away.

Looking at that well-toned and perky butt, Sister Florence couldn't help but be slightly stunned - Mr. Roland had taken off a little too much.

She said nothing and prepared to give the injection.

Roland looked back curiously and found that Sister Florence prayed silently after finishing her preparations.

Roland suddenly remembered a trick used by Three-Headed Snake Carl - after he prayed, the weapons of the Three-Headed Snake pirates could harm the mutated wizard.

However, the pirates used weapons from the Temple.

The people at the Holy Spirit Hospital used ordinary needles.

It seems that the church has many tricks up its sleeve when it comes to dealing 'real damage'.

Seeing Sister Florence open her eyes, Roland turned his head away.

Then he felt a chill and pain on his buttocks, and then he grinned.

A moment later, a hand slapped him on the buttocks, and then he heard Florence say, "Change into your hospital gown, and don't forget to take your medicine on time later - I'll come over to check!"

After saying that, she pulled the curtain beside Roland's bed, packed up her things and left with a flushed face.

Roland pulled up his pants with a strange look on his face, thinking to himself, "Why are you spanking me? Why does Miss Florence have this habit when giving injections?"

Florence really didn't have such a habit, and had never hit anyone before. But Roland had a great figure and a very perky butt.

Besides, she felt a little annoyed with this guy.

So, she subconsciously slapped Roland, and only after that did she realize what she had done.

After doing the bad thing, her face turned red and she ran away.

Roland changed his clothes, went outside to get a basin of hot water, then came back, closed the curtains, and wiped his body with the hot water.

After making sure he was clean, Roland put on his hospital gown and lay down on the bed.

After a busy day today, he decided to ask his senior to reward him in the evening. So he washed it specially to avoid the senior complaining about the dirtiness and asking him to wash it himself.

It's nine o'clock now. There's still an hour left.

Bored, Roland took out the Book of Alayeh and began to flip through it. Soon, he came across the "comprehension" content that took up several pages.

The Merciful Foolish Saint. The Holy Spore Angel. The Generous Swollen Fairy. Just by looking at the names, you can tell that these goddesses are more SAN-less than the other, and they are not real gods.

And that 'strange angel'. No wonder I look like that in the mirror!
After closing the book, Roland's face looked very ugly.

"The three mothers of a certain saint are obviously evil gods!"
"The Church of Dawn believes in an evil god?!"

'How is this possible?!'

Judging from the situation of the Dawn Sect, the god worshipped by the church is definitely not the evil god, and those documents also prove this.

They are definitely good gods now, but they may have been contaminated by evil in the past.

Or rather, he was simply an evil god in the past.

I was practicing the genuine Path of the Angel of Dawn, how could it be polluted like this?
Roland thought about it for a long time, but still couldn't figure it out.

Roland was very sure that this 'Holy Dawn Angel Path' had an extremely strong purifying power.

It should only have a positive effect on curing the disease and not aggravate the condition.

Roland suddenly thought of a possibility and a cold sweat broke out on his face.

"Is there a possibility. I mean, is there such a possibility?
The power of the Dawn Angel's Path can indeed purify evil.

But I've always been like this.
Yes, those wings look so much like a butterfly!"

Roland's face was covered with sweat.

He thought to himself: 'The problem lies in the Alayavijnana method.

My ancestors were all psychotic. They developed a visualization method that allows the viewer to fictionalize themselves as a god.

But this god is an evil god!

So the more I practiced, the more problems I encountered.

Therefore, in this state, everything I realized was the things of the evil god!
So I understood the insane theology of the Three Goddesses of Dawn during their past evil times!
Roland opened the book in a panic and found that his level of faith was shown in the book as [Holy Dawn Angel Path (First Level Early Stage)].

Roland thought to himself, "Fortunately, my skills may have problems, but my Path of Faith and the condensed 'Ring of Faith' are fine."
Roland couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, thinking to himself, "That's good, it's good. It turns out it's not my path of faith that's wrong, it's me who's got the problem!"

This once again proved Roland's previous guess—the problem was with him, not the path!

"Looking at it this way, there's actually nothing wrong with my skills, or rather, not entirely wrong."

Roland stretched out his hand, and a ball of holy flame emerged from it.

As his thoughts moved slightly, the pure white fire gradually turned black, and gradually became a colorful black, the same black as the wings of a butterfly.

Roland thought to himself, "I'm just like those evil heroic spirits. I have two sides to the same coin."

Rubbing his eyes, Roland felt extremely tired. He had been so nervous all the way, afraid of becoming a mad immortal. But the moment he woke up, picked up the Book of Alayeh, and began to meditate, he was already on the path to becoming a mad immortal!
No wonder Roland felt that it was difficult for him to transform into a monster in the process of coming into contact with the mysterious. He was already a monster!

"It should be curable, right?"

"I just had an injection, so I should feel a little better, right?"

After putting away the flame, Roland took out the mirror Collard had given him and looked at himself. Then he covered his eyes, unable to bear the sight.

I'm still the same SAN-depleted person. I haven't changed at all.

However, the little Rolands on his face were not crying as fiercely anymore - Roland could clearly feel that his magic power and the evil in his body were slowly being purified.

When his magic power was completely gone, the evil was gone too.

As for whether my appearance will change by then, it’s hard to say.

"Unless my martial arts skills are completely destroyed, I'm afraid this disease is incurable. Now I'm like those crazy people who delve into the study of mutations! I've become a monster!"
It's just that their bodies have turned into monsters.

I've become a monster mentally!'
'If the Twilight Wizards or fellow students from the Abyss School saw me like this, they would definitely give me a thumbs-up and praise me - is this what a wizard does?

There's nothing wrong with it, it's just a change on the spiritual level, not a physical transformation into something weird, I can accept it!
The wizards can accept it.'
'But the church can't accept it!'

"If the church found me like this, they'd probably arrest me as a 'divine evil' or a 'fallen angel'!"
"This is the territory of the Dawn School."
'They all seem to think of me as the Son of God!
If they mistake me for that 'insane Holy Son', I'm doomed!
After all, the church believes that the existence of that Holy Son is the biggest stain on the Three Goddesses of Dawn! It is a divine evil that must be purified!
Fortunately, the Three Goddesses of Dawn had four sons, so no one thought of Roland as that son for the time being.

But Roland felt that he had to practice some divine arts. He had to practice them until he became a god.

Otherwise, if you get caught one day, you won’t even be able to make excuses!

"Let's start with the sacred flame."

Roland once again channeled the flame.

After a moment, Roland felt the ever-changing flame in his hand and slowly revealed an extremely strange expression.

Because he discovered that once he tried to make the 'White Holy Fire' more sacred, the flame would turn black.

This black, dirty flame is a more holy flame than the pure white fire of dawn!
If we say that the fire of dawn is a kind of holiness that is almost pure.

Then this 'Black Holy Fire' is an ultimate holiness!

The ultimate holiness is filthiness!
The ultimate of filthiness is holiness!

When filth swallows up everything and there is nothing left, and only the concept of filth remains in the world, then the whole world becomes a 'holy world'!

Roland put away the flames and said to himself with a serious expression, "I have to find a way to cause a huge disaster in the monastery. This disaster must be enough to attract everyone's attention so that I can destroy or take away everything in the scriptorium!"
"Especially those things that record 'Son of Roland' must be destroyed!"

'Fuck!

The names are all the same!
If it gets translated someday, I'll be screwed!'

Roland suddenly realized that he might have to help an outsider become an immortal.

I have to let that person make things bigger so that I can find an opportunity to make trouble!

Roland thought to himself, "We can't rush this, or I'll arouse suspicion. After all, the Three Goddesses of Dawn only have four Sons. If I even arouse suspicion, everyone will associate me with that 'Mad Son of Evil'!"
At present, no one except Roland can translate what is inside.

So, now you don't have to worry about anyone being able to see the real translation.

Roland planned to go to the Scripture Copying Office as usual these few days and secretly change some of the scriptures. There weren't many places with "Roland's" name written on them, so it wouldn't be difficult to change them.

However, not everyone can understand those mythological stories.

Otherwise, once someone realizes that 'the ultimate holiness is the ultimate filthiness, and the ultimate filthiness is the ultimate holiness', there will be a big problem.

Roland cursed inwardly: "I don't know who left these sacred texts. They are simply blaspheming the holy names of the Three Goddesses of Dawn!"
It must be destroyed!'
Roland's decision to change the scriptures containing the name "Roland" was obviously based on his own interests.

But destroying or sweeping away the problematic part of the myth is not entirely for your own benefit.

It is obvious that the son is thinking about his mother.

But he didn't want to admit it.

He believed that he was considering things from the perspective of the 'suffering angels of the dawn' - they had traveled thousands of miles to the East and sacrificed themselves for the future of others.

No matter what the history was, this group of heroes should not suffer such stigma because of their past history.

History is complicated. If the heroes who fought against the evil gods were released by the enemies in the east, but were then imprisoned and tried as evil gods by their own people in the south because of a few scriptures, that would be ridiculous.

Some documents must be preserved, and those that convey positive energy can be preserved. In this way, if the Angels of Dawn are treated unfairly one day, they can use them to clear everyone's name.

But documents that could be used to discredit people must not remain in the hands of the Church.

The church is too complicated internally. Once these problematic documents are left behind, they will one day become weapons for those with ulterior motives.

In order to protect the comrades he had never met before, Roland made up his mind.

"Oh, I almost forgot what Johnson told me to do."
Roland took out a straw puppet from the snake ring and used the magic mirror to give the puppet the name Johnson.

"I wonder if I can fool Florence and the others. They are not like Master Usak, who studies all kinds of mysticism all day long. They should not have such high insight."
Out of caution, Roland flipped through the Book of Alayeh again, which recorded all the documents he had read today.

Soon, he found a mythological epic.

After reading it, Roland cast a power word on the puppet.

Then he controlled the puppet to walk around the room, and inexplicably felt that the puppet looked more like Johnson.

Roland thought to himself, "This Word of Truth from the Merciful Saint always feels a bit like 'Forbidden Transfiguration,' or in other words, it has a sense of 'everyone is one person.'"

Roland felt a little strange. He felt that many of the core concepts in Alayeh's visualization method were related to the Saint of Mercy.

The fire of dawn that he comprehended was related to the holy angel.

There is such a description in mythological history: the merciful saint gave the Son of God flesh and blood and spirit, the holy Valkyrie gave the Son of God tendons and bones, and the generous king gave him outstanding magical talents.

To put it bluntly, the kid's thinking logic is a bit like that of his mother, the Saint.

The baby's knight talent comes from his mother, Holy Angel.

The baby's magical talent comes from his mother, the Generous Angel.

Shaking his head, Roland controlled the puppet Johnson. The Johnson puppet got on the hospital bed, covered himself with a quilt, and fell asleep.

After doing this, Roland returned to his bed and pulled the curtains around it.

When Roland went to pull the curtain on the window side, his pupils shrank slightly and he looked towards the balcony.

Under the moonlight, there was a figure on the balcony.

After taking a closer look at the figure, Roland breathed a sigh of relief.

It's Mademoiselle Jeanne.

Or rather, Miss Anna.

Roland thought to himself, "It's my senior."

Miss Anna seemed to have just come up. She walked from the balcony to the French window with a cold face and entered the house.

Roland glanced at the time—9:45.

Roland asked curiously, "Have you finished your business with Brianna?"

Anna said 'hmm', turned around, closed the French window, and drew the curtains.

Roland asked curiously, "How did you get in from the balcony? Oh, that's right, visiting patients is not allowed at this time."

As he spoke, Roland stood up and hugged Anna from behind.

"Lady Catherine, why did you sneak in from the balcony to see me so late at night?"

Roland's words were dishonest, and his hands were not honest either.

Anna blushed and turned her head away, saying nothing.

Seeing the 'senior' allowing herself to be bullied by him, Roland was immediately overjoyed.

He said, "It seems that our noble Majesty understands his current situation? Oh~~ I understand. You came to me in the middle of the night just to be bullied by me, right?"

Anna raised her head and squinted at Roland. There was a hint of fire in her eyes, a hint of arrogance and contempt, but more of a challenge.

She said, "Shut your stinking mouth, you bastard."

Just then, footsteps and voices were suddenly heard in the corridor outside the door.

Roland's heart skipped a beat, and he thought to himself, "Oh no! Florence is here to give me an IV!"

He hurriedly wanted to use the snake ring to take Anna in, but the little girl held him tightly. If he got her in, Roland would have to go in with her.

Just then, the door lock clicked.

Roland quickly covered himself with the quilt.

With a creak, the door opened and it seemed that three people came in.

As a wizard, Roland had great insight. He glanced at the three shadows through the curtain and recognized their identities - Florence, 'Isabella (senior)' and Brianna.

Roland couldn't help but stand there in a daze.

He glanced at his pocket watch in astonishment. The time was exactly 10 o'clock in the evening.

Not a single point off.

As a wizard, Miss Catherine is naturally very punctual.

Why did you come fifteen minutes early?
So, Anna came here secretly.

She knew that her brother-in-law was going to date her sister tonight, so after finishing her business with her sister, she rushed back.

Then, she pretended to be her elder sister and came to her brother-in-law's room. As for her purpose... Roland was right.
This little bitch went through so much trouble to come here just to get beaten.

Anna twisted her waist slightly twice, and Roland grinned secretly.

On the other side, after Florence came in, she complained a little: "What are you two doing secretly in the middle of the night? Everyone in the corridor heard it."

Roland was almost frightened to death when he heard this, but then he realized that Aunt Florence hadn't noticed Anna. She thought she was having a discussion with Johnson or something.

Little Matron Florence didn't seem to notice anything unusual on Roland's side, but Catherine and Brian, one of them narrowed his eyes, and the other looked at Roland's bed through the curtain with a strange expression for a long time.

Florence spoke a few words to Catherine, probably telling Miss Isabella about Mr. Lawrence's recent situation and asking Mrs. Gawain to rest assured.

Judging from the content, 'Isabella' came to visit 'Laurence'.

If you don't apply in advance, family members can indeed stay in the room at night. Considering that Roland's condition has been a bit serious recently and he often runs out late at night, Catherine made a call in Isabella's name and Florence took her in.

As for Brianna, she was the Chief Judge of the Inquisition and a former colleague of Isabella's. They were of the same rank, but Isabella was new to the Inquisition, while Brianna was a veteran and had stronger connections.

Moreover, she is now an old member of the seminary in Wilmick and has a wide network of contacts.

Recently, because of the guard issue, the Mysterious Department and Wilmick have been a little tense. Brianna is a senior figure in the Inquisition and has been here for many years, so he understands the situation.

So it was not surprising that Isabella asked her to leave the hospital for a private talk.

It goes without saying that after Brianna went to the mysterious place, he must have called the Vatican's Inquisition.

The two of them coming together now was a gesture of attitude. It was also a way of putting pressure on Wilmick. Brianna actually called, and the senior was indeed deliberately putting pressure on her. She was playing the role of Isabella very seriously, and paving the way for the subsequent conclusion.

As for why she came to visit her husband at night, Florence felt that it was probably related to the mission Roland had recently carried out.

In addition, it is rumored that Mr. Lawrence and Ms. Isabella have a very harmonious relationship.

The husband is sick, and really sick, so it is normal for the wife to take some time out of her busy schedule to come and keep him company.

But the key point is that this Mr. Lawrence doesn’t seem to be the real person!
However, it should be just a normal visit. Johnson is asleep here, and the couple can't do anything in the ward.

With Johnson around, suspicion can be avoided.

While she was daydreaming, Florence had already told Catherine about Roland's recent illness.

As she spoke, she came over to draw the curtain and give Roland an IV.

Roland was almost frightened to death when he saw Florence's hand reaching out.

What's worse is that Anna is not honest!

Roland was so frightened that he quickly grabbed Florence's outstretched hand and said, "I, I'm not wearing any clothes!"

Florence peeked through the gap and saw Roland wrapped in a large quilt, with something moving slowly underneath. It looked like someone was lying there, and not quite calmly.
However, Miss Florence believed that the actual situation was that Roland was putting on his pants inside the quilt.

I didn't expect Mr. Roland to have the habit of sleeping naked.
(End of this chapter)