I, the wizard, the foolish Buddha.

Roland knew that he had almost ruined Helena, and he felt very guilty.

But he pretended to be calm on the surface.

He scratched his arm subconsciously, then said to Helena with a smile, "It seems to be working well. Don't worry, others will forget you, but I won't."

Helena narrowed her eyes and stared at Roland, not saying a word for a long time. After a moment, she said, "You haven't forgotten me again, have you?"

Roland said confidently, "How could that be! We are 'embracing each other'. There is no way I would forget you."

Helena angrily pointed at a window on the tower at the end of the overpass and said, "Then why didn't you follow me even after I went inside? I called you for so long over there, and you were still staring at the snowflakes in the sky, not even answering me!"

Roland "."

"Stop holding on to the mirror and give it to me! I know how to get my name back. It's better to keep it with me for safety!"

I don’t know what Helena said to Roland just now. She took the magic mirror, shrunk it, and put it in her sleeve.

She looked at the magic mirror and said excitedly, "This is so fun! This is real magic!"

"Don't take it away yet, I still need it."

Roland reached out for the magic mirror.

Helena asked in astonishment, "Didn't you just say you were worried that if we used the magic mirror together, we'd forget each other and cause trouble? That's why I used the magic mirror to erase my name, and you didn't use the magic mirror, but used Shata's invisibility technique."

Roland's expression stiffened slightly. He patted his forehead and pretended to laugh. "Ah, right, that's right."

Helena rolled her eyes fiercely. She thought to herself, "I'm so stupid! Senior must have forgotten me again. He even forgot what we did and said just now!"

In fact, the two had quite a few conversations just now.

Helena learned all the principles from Roland and realized that Roland, Catherine, and the other eight people were her anchors. So even if she lost her sense of presence, people would not completely forget her. She would not disappear.

And as long as she held the magic mirror, she could regain her sense of existence at any time. Therefore, what Helena was worried about would not happen, so she stopped worrying.

So Helena revealed her curious nature as a wizard and said, "This is so fun, this is real magic."

Roland didn't know that he had just discussed the crazy theory about the "magic mirror" with Helena. He told Helena this crazy theory again.

Roland finally said, "Helena, it's like there's a thread connecting us. As long as I pay special attention to you, I can feel your presence. But..."

Helena interjected, "However, considering that you might forget to pay attention to me, let's set a code, right?"

Roland was slightly stunned and said, "Yes."

Helena continued, "It worked well when I pulled your clothes before, so let's use this as a signal. If I pull your clothes and you don't react, I'll pinch you."

Roland raised his eyebrows and said, "We are thinking the same thing."

Helena rolled her eyes and said, "Senior, the flesh on your arms is too thick. It hurts when I pinch you. I'd rather pinch your waist."

Roland looked at his arm in astonishment and found a small bruise on his forearm.

Roland's expression suddenly brightened. He asked, "Did we agree on a secret code before?"

"Let's go, senior. The meeting over there will be over soon."

Helena didn't want to waste time talking to Roland anymore. She held Roland's arm, fearing that he would forget her again.

Roland used Xiata's secret technique to conceal his presence, and then followed Helena into the tower.

Helena was very familiar with this place, and she led the way directly to the combat meeting room. They met many people on the way, but they all ignored them.

It's like they don't exist.

Roland only used the secret technique of the mysterious side, so he was very careful on the road, fearing that he would bump into others and be noticed.

But Helena seemed to be truly immersed in the mystery. Even if she bumped into someone or made a face under their nose, that person would ignore her, thinking that the people around her were playing a prank on them.

Helena's various naughty actions frightened Roland, and he couldn't help but glare at Helena fiercely.

Helena would not be discovered, but if she moved too much, others would notice Roland and think that he was the one who did it!

At this moment, Roland suddenly saw Helena pulling someone's nose again, and Roland was so scared that he quickly let go of Helena's hand.

After having his nose pulled, the man looked around for a long time. He glanced at Roland several times, frightening him so much that he broke out in a cold sweat.

Roland thought to himself, "This man is just a first-level knight. How did he sense my presence?" Although Teacher Xiata's secret technique is not as comprehensive as the magic mirror, it is still a mysterious secret technique.

This Grey Falcon Castle is really a place where hidden dragons and crouching tigers are hidden.

After secretly wiping the cold sweat off his forehead, Roland looked around with some confusion.

"By the way, how do I get to the war conference room? I think I asked for directions on the way. It was a girl who seemed to be the castle owner's daughter-in-law, named Isabella. She was kind enough to show me the way."

Roland thought about it and became more and more confused.

I was going to eavesdrop on the meeting between Earl Bar and his vassals, so why would I let Miss Isabella lead the way?

I must have remembered it wrong. I should have asked her for directions instead of letting her lead the way.

But how did he know Isabella?
Suddenly Roland remembered everything.

As soon as I woke up, I slept in Edward and his wife's bed, and then Miss Isabella came in.

She thought of herself as her husband!
When the two of them were leaving, they ran into a group of people. Fortunately, Miss Isabella helped to cover for them, otherwise their identities would have been exposed.

Afterwards, the two heard that the Earl was in a meeting, so they thought about eavesdropping.

Roland didn't remember what he and Isabella talked about, but he remembered that Isabella seemed to send him to the overpass. Then the two of them separated inexplicably.

Roland rubbed his forehead and thought to himself, "I developed a bit of amnesia during the Holy Spirit incident in Wilmik. I had been cured, but after swimming in the Styx, it must have relapsed."

"Miss Isabella must have told me the route, but I have forgotten it. What shall I do?"

Just when Roland was worrying about how to proceed, he was shocked to find that the corridor under his feet was not the corridor where he had just stood!
This seemed to be a hall on the first floor of the castle, or more precisely, an area within the castle's war preparation zone. This area was a mess, with many officers in charge of logistics, such as the quartermaster, and a lot of goods, which were probably samples.

Some merchants or blacksmiths were arguing with the quartermasters, and some mercenaries were chasing after them to discuss contracts and wages.

The hall was bustling with people coming in and out. To facilitate entry and exit, the door was open, and the heavy animal skins used to protect against the wind and snow were half-lifted at the door.

The fire pit in the hall burned brightly, and outside the door was a heavy snowstorm, blowing in constantly, with no one to clear it away. People's boots trampled the snow and ice into the house, which then melted in the hall, making it a muddy mess.

No matter how you look at it, this place looks like a place where tasks are issued, or a logistics area where trivial matters are handled.

But Roland had an inexplicable feeling that the room behind the door two meters away was the combat meeting room. And how did he get here?
'Damn it! My amnesia is getting worse!'

Roland was a little hesitant. His current condition was not very good. So, should he still go in and eavesdrop as planned?

The key point is, there are so many people here and so many eyes. Would the lords discuss things that will determine the fate of Grey Falcon City in such a place?

If everyone is just discussing some trivial daily things, and then you venture in and get discovered, it would be a bit of a loss.

There were too many people in the hall, and the officers kept looking at the door of the conference hall from time to time to prevent anyone from getting close.

Someone had already glanced at Roland several times.

Even Roland didn't dare to stay here any longer, and he planned to leave.

At this moment, the door of the conference hall was suddenly blown open by the 'wind'.

As soon as the door opened, the sound of a chaotic quarrel came out from inside - there were indeed a lot of lords in the room, and they seemed to be arguing around a large sand table.

After the door was pushed open by the wind, the draft blew open the windows inside the house, and the wind and snow immediately rushed into the house.

The lords in the house looked outside in astonishment. They clearly remembered that when the last person came in, he did not lock the door, causing the doors and windows to be blown open by the wind and the heating to be blown away.

At that time, everyone cursed at each other and then locked the door.

——"James, lock the door! It's freezing!"

Someone inside the house shouted to one of the knights guarding the door.

The knights hurried over to close the door.

Seeing the door was about to close, Roland didn't plan to go in. He turned around and was about to leave. But at this moment, a gust of wind blew past and pushed Roland into the door.

Roland cursed inwardly: "Damn, why is the wind so strong today!"

The people in the house were also making noise.

——"Close the windows tightly. The snow is getting heavier."

Amid the lords' shouting, the gate was closed again.

Roland walked helplessly to a brazier near the sand table and started a fire.

There was a fireplace in the house, but there were also several large braziers.

The door of this room should usually be kept open, otherwise the people inside would easily suffocate if they stayed there for too long - probably during normal meetings, everyone would be arguing in the room while shouting at the officers outside to do things, such as getting documents.

The fact that we can talk about this behind closed doors today is already a sign of everyone keeping it confidential.

It seemed as if these people were not worried at all that what they were talking about would be overheard or spread by people outside the door.
However, with so many eyes outside the door, and the window still looking like a military camp, it wouldn't be easy for a spy to sneak in. Even Roland didn't dare stay outside the door for long.

So, if the Chamber of Commerce and mercenaries who could enter the war zone were all "our people," or even if everyone in the entire city was our people, then there was really no need for everyone to find a secret room to discuss things secretly.

Moreover, it seemed that what the lords were discussing was legitimate and aboveboard.

At this moment, Roland felt a gaze on him.

He turned around and looked at the head of the sand table, where the only chair in the room was placed.

The middle-aged man who had been sitting in a chair in deep thought was now looking at Roland with a puzzled look.

The moment Roland's eyes met that middle-aged man's, he immediately knew who he was.

—Count Barr!
This person was clearly only at the demigod level, but Roland inexplicably felt that he was more dangerous than that woman Olivia!

At this moment, Roland was deeply shocked, but his expression remained calm. He calmly shook his head at Earl Barr, as if to say, "I just came to see you, don't make a fuss."

Count Bal looked at Roland in astonishment again, and then his eyes gradually became hot.

Roland secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He thought, "I have an inexplicable feeling that this guy seems even more pious than that bishop. But within this piety, there is also a complex mixture of family affection, guilt, and pride."

Roland felt a little uncomfortable because Earl Barr treated him as his son.

Roland thought to himself, "Do we look that much alike? How did Edward die?"

Roland had no idea that Edward and his wife had been sacrificed when he descended, and he had no idea that Earl Barr thought God had descended upon his son.

He thought that Count Barr was looking at him and thinking of him—which was indeed the case. After all, the Count knew that this was no longer his son, but his god.

Soon, Roland and Earl Barr's attention was diverted to the content of the lords' discussion.

Everyone was actually discussing the 'Order of the Dawn'!
Judging from the content, the disaster that Grey Falcon City is currently experiencing has a lot to do with the Order of Dawn.

"Didn't you hear what Olivia said today? The Vatican suspected the Order of the Dawn of rebellion, and used that as an excuse to send troops to defend us. The implication is that they suspect we are colluding with wizards!"

"Bullshit! Those greedy bastards didn't even bother to find a reason this time! Do they suspect we're colluding with wizards? They suspect we're heretics!"

"The Bourbon royal family and the Order of Cardinals have been coveting this place for more than a year or two. Even if we sever our ties with the wizards and prove that we haven't apostatized, they will still drive us away sooner or later."

Roland agreed with this and felt that the Vatican was indeed making excuses.

First of all, as a Black Abyss wizard, Roland had never heard of any family in the south being related to wizards in the East.

Secondly, I'd heard Isabella say that while this place is the gateway to the Southern Holy City, it's located deep in the south. Not to mention a thousand miles from Wilmik, it's about the distance from Northeast China to Jiangsu!

I wonder how many cities and fortresses we have to cross in between!

If it were an ordinary army, it would take several years to fight from Wilmick to here.

Even if wizards were just as efficient at assembling troops as modern wizards, sending an air force here without hesitation would still require consideration of logistics and whether the city could be held.

Besides, the wizards had just settled in Wermick and hadn't established themselves yet. Why were they already thinking about strengthening the defenses of Grey Falcon Fortress?
At this moment, Roland suddenly saw that there was an extra chair in the room!
Sitting on the chair was a young girl who seemed to be Miss Isabella. She got the chair from somewhere and sat down near Earl of Bar.

She rested her chin on one hand and played with the small wooden chess pieces on the sandbox with the other hand out of boredom.

As if sensing Roland's gaze, Miss Isabella winked at him playfully.

'Wait. Isn't Isabella dead?!'

Roland rubbed his eyes violently and looked over there, only to find that there was no one there, only an empty chair.

When he looked again, a chair appeared next to him.

"Is this castle haunted?!" (End of chapter)