Mystery: I, the Hermit, am too eager to improve

Chapter 100 Fors's Moment of Fatality

Miss Justice clearly said it was free!

Klein harbored resentment.

but.

He knew Roy's character; if he said he intended to share some with the other party, then he must have such an idea, and it wasn't a pretense of embezzlement.

however.

Thinking about how he could have shared this money, or even just had his alternate account ask for it, but now all he could see was Roy flaunting his wealth…

His heart felt like it was being sharpened with a knife.

I'm so envious!

"Then let's divide it up."

Azik smiled and said, "Everyone gets a share. If there are 10,000 gold pounds, you take more, I'll take my share, and I'll give some more to Klein."

"This is your money. I'm fine with it if you don't mind."

Roy answered.

Klein was first stunned, then overjoyed—

Is there still a share for myself?

but.

Then, he became a little embarrassed.

"I didn't do anything..."

"It won't be much. You'll get five hundred or a thousand at most out of ten thousand gold pounds."

Azik smiled and said, "Consider it a thank you for providing a stable passage. Otherwise, although we could travel through it, we couldn't guarantee where we would end up."

Klein, feeling ashamed, agreed after hearing this.

"Thanks."

At least I got a small share.

Klein felt a surge of inexplicable excitement. Five hundred pounds—that was almost enough to buy a Sequence 7 main material!

He tried hard not to think about how much Roy had gained.

It's meaningless.

Anyway, he has no chance of getting that money.

"Gentlemen, if there's nothing else, I'll head back now."

Roy glanced outside. "Any later, the steam subway will stop operating."

"it is good."

As a poor man himself, Klein could especially understand Roy's feelings—

If the steam subway stops operating, the cost of getting back to the South Bridge area will double, and the danger on the road will also increase significantly.

"I should go too."

"etc."

Klein quickly called out to stop him.

Roy can leave, but Mr. Azik can't!

He scratched his head awkwardly.

"I've run into a bit of a problem and need Mr. Azik's help."

"What's the problem?"

"Well, to put it simply, I started with a £5 commission, and when I investigated that commission, I found that it was related to Intis's ambassador in Rue."

"what?"

Azik and Roy both wore expressions of confusion and bewilderment.

of course.

Roy was faking it.

This makes me feel very happy.

What could be more exciting than hearing the gossip about "killing an ambassador for 5 pounds"?

Klein looked embarrassed, his toes almost tearing through his shoes, but who would have thought that the commission would eventually involve the ambassador?

Azik, however, remained calm.

After hearing the whole story, he said, "I don't know much about these things, but since you called the police, they shouldn't do anything reckless."

"A normal ambassador would do that, but this ambassador trained an extraordinary being as a black glove and had a reason to kill Zeril and Ian."

"Perhaps he's doing some shady business in Rune."

Roy shared his insights.

Klein nodded: "That's what I think too, so I've been thinking about how to protect myself lately."

"I can't come to help all the time, so you can choose some extraordinary items."

Azik offered advice.

"I have a talisman that was originally used to record knowledge, allowing one to quickly learn its contents. However, I modified it by adding some of the ramblings and miscellaneous knowledge of the Hidden Sage."

Roy introduced his "Knowledge Charm".

Klein's eyes lit up.

"Do you have any extras?"

"I have four more on hand, but making them is troublesome and the failure rate is high, so I need some money to recoup my investment."

It wasn't that Roy wanted to kill Klein; rather, normally speaking, knowledge charms are dangerous and have a low success rate, which is why no mystery seeker would bother to create them.

For higher sequences, they are generally not specially produced.

After all, one already has someone constantly instilling knowledge in their own family, so teaching others knowledge simply by having them read books is too extravagant.

Few people would think of using disorganized knowledge as a means of attack.

A necessary quote can actually put people at ease.

"How many?"

Klein was filled with unease.

"I can succeed once in ten tries, so I'll give you a cost price of 5 pounds."

Roy took out two amethyst crystals.

Klein leaned closer to take a closer look.

The amethyst contains an eye-like symbol with a faint crack, making it look quite remarkable.

If it is indeed effective, then it's not expensive.

He nodded, gritting his teeth, and said, "I want them all!"

"It should be noted that it attacks indiscriminately, so you must take protective measures before using it."

……

"Breaking News! Breaking News! 'Hurricane Admiral' Zilingus has been shot dead in the Municipal Park!"

The next morning.

The streets were filled with the shouts of newspaper vendors in the morning.

but.

Most people are unfamiliar with the name Hurricane General, especially in the South, where people are more concerned with making a living than with those mysterious big shots.

The incident reported in the daily newspaper did not cause much of a stir in the area.

Everyone continued with their normal lives.

Especially the rose-lined street.

but.

Roy immediately went to Gar Street.

Ubano was stranded on Gar Street because she couldn't leave, and the lockdown of the dock area may be lifted after Hurricane John dies.

……

"Here are the materials you requested, and we have about five hundred pounds left."

Thank you.

Roy breathed a sigh of relief.

At a cost of one thousand pounds, four main materials were collected, two of which were from the diviner.

"You don't want the rest?"

"Since you're going to be killed in the hurricane, you should hurry up and leave. It's not appropriate to continue having you help collect materials."

Roy smiled faintly.

Ubano nodded slightly, then sighed, "I never imagined that the mighty Zilingus, who roamed the seas, would die such a tragic death after arriving in Backlund."

"Ha, this is the headquarters of the three major churches. Even the Four Kings would have to be careful."

Roy chuckled softly.

Zilingus is only a Sequence 6, having risen to the rank of lieutenant general through sheer hunger, and here he openly plots to kill Duke Negan…

This is a commission for which there is no way to receive payment.

"Yes, I'm very curious about what kind of reward drove him to assassinate a royal duke, and a powerful member of the Conservative Party at that."

After sighing, Upano couldn't help but laugh, "No matter what the reward is, at that moment, Ziringus's stupidity would make even a curly-haired baboon laugh."

"We are often more clear-headed when we observe from the sidelines or analyze the situation afterward."

Roy smiled.

If it were Ubano, with a "Red Priest" blasphemous card in front of him, he wouldn't be calm either, and might have accepted the quest on a whim.

Who can resist the temptation to become a god?

Upano nodded in agreement, and then watched as Roy turned and left, disappearing through the doorway.

Then, he came to his senses—

The other party was mocking his "post-hoc analysis," implying that he might not have been as clear-headed as Zillinger in Zillinger's shoes.

……

That night, Roy obtained the Berserker Grass and immediately used it on himself—

To prevent his extraordinary traits from transferring into his own body, he specifically used a lawyer's extraordinary trait as a neutralizer.

turn out.

Berserker Grass is more effective, but its negative effects are also stronger, even approaching the point of madness.

Its extraordinary characteristics actually make it more stable.

This was something Roy hadn't expected.

"It's possible that the effects of the extraordinary properties have been neutralized by various materials, making it stronger in terms of chaos and stability."

"This is also why barbarians can remain rational."

Roy seemed to be deep in thought.

He picked up a pen and paper and wrote down his explorations and summaries of witchcraft.

Then, he felt more noticeable signs of digestion.

"Studying witchcraft is one approach."

"A qualified wizard should actively explore knowledge of witchcraft and master more witchcraft."

A simple summary, but it did help me digest the information.

A smile appeared on Roy's face.

but.

Studying witchcraft alone is too slow.

This witchcraft study took a lot of time, but the final digestive effect was at most half that of killing "Semen".

"Perhaps, for the time being, I should focus on the first option."

The first method is to go out and perform the role of a "wizard" more often, making your behavior resemble that of a wizard.

This is obviously simpler.

Under the cover of night, Roy went outside and used divination to find an opportunity to help him process his emotions.

He made several attempts along the way.

such as.

They pretend to be wizards and use healing magic to treat their internal injuries.

The losses were negligible to him.

but.

Those homeless people, however, did receive real help.

They kept expressing their gratitude.

Roy wasn't sure if he had digested it, but he was happy to do it, wandering around by fortune-telling until he reached the vicinity of the dock area.

Suddenly, the sound of weapons clashing came from ahead.

He quickened his pace.

Then, at the sewer opening below, two figures were seen chasing and fighting with daggers, one of whom looked very familiar.

By the moonlight, Roy saw her.

Tilly.

He quickly threw a feather and jumped down from above—

These are his newly acquired materials for the Wind Speed ​​spell.

When he got closer, Roy saw the people behind Tilly.

This is a thief.

but.

His forehead veins bulged, his body was covered in fleshy growths, and his hair grew wildly, making him look like a wild beast, even more so than a human.

Roy raised his demon hunter pistol.

Bang!

A bullet struck him squarely between the eyebrows.

The man's eyes widened, and he slowly collapsed.

"gentlemen……"

She was covered in blood and had wounds all over her body, and looked seriously injured.

"What happened?"

"I was attacked. He... he wasn't acting like this before."

Tilly was still in shock and her speech was not very clear.

Crazy or erratic?

thief?

Roy's eyes narrowed, and he said, "Let me treat you first."

Half an hour later, Tilly's wound had improved a lot. She touched the wound and looked shocked and amazed.

"Sir, is this also magic?"

"Yes, this is healing magic. You can learn it if you become a diviner."

The sewers, a place both familiar and strange.

Roy stood at the mouth and took a close look at the corpse.

The signs of a body were obvious.

He was exposed to some kind of pollutant, which drove him insane until he died.

After trying psychic communication—

He saw a scene.

The thief entered a sewer where blood was flowing out.

"Someone must be dead!"

"Who knows, he might have money."

The thief was talking to himself.

Then, instead of money, he saw some mutated, terrifying rats.

He ran away frantically, but was still bitten by the bloody rats.

Then, he went mad.

This is the truth about channeling.

A sewer...

"gentlemen."

"He has been contaminated."

Roy emerged from the sewers and looked toward the dock area.

Lanius eventually arrived at the dock.

"Don't come here again."

"That corpse—"

"Just leave it there. It's near the riverbank, and others will see it tomorrow. As for you, if you want to become an Extraordinary, come over tomorrow afternoon."

Roy said.

"Can I become an Extraordinary?"

Tilly's eyes lit up with joy.

Roy said gravely, "This isn't necessarily a good thing. Every extraordinary person has a chance of experiencing something like his madness."

"this……"

Tilly was stunned.

turn out to be--

Not all extraordinary individuals are powerful; some teeter on the edge of madness.

She turned to look at the corpse, as if trying to imprint it in her mind.

Tilly momentarily forgot about the important matter.

She mechanically followed Roy, and only when they reached the top did she suddenly remember.

"By the way, sir, I came here on important business."

"What is it?"

Roy looked down.

find him?

Tilly nodded: "There have been several brutal murders in the small towns on the south side of the South District. He fled from there."

Roy paused, then frowned: "What kind of people were the deceased?"

"There are homeless people, employed people, landlords, and so on. Sometimes several people die at once."

Tilly frowned and said, "They were previously concentrated in the southern district of Belltown, but recently they've suddenly started moving north again."

Killing just anyone?

Roy frowned.

This was quite unusual. After pondering for a moment, he vaguely remembered something.

Judging by the days, it seems the hedonists will be arriving in Backlund soon.

Could it be them?

He thought for a moment and said, "I know who they are now. You should stay away from them; ordinary people are no match for them."

"Also, do you remember the Witte Party? They were swallowed up by another gang called the Polez Party."

Tilly said, "I was planning to report these things to you today, but you were out, so I couldn't tell you in time."

"The Polez Party?"

Roy vaguely remembered that "Polez" probably meant "hero" in some dialects of the Fusak region.

The political parties in Fussack language may actually be gangs supported by higher authorities...

It's really ironic.

He looked at Tilly: "What about the Luyer family?"

"They don't know that the crackdown is strict in the West District, and my people rarely operate there."

Tilly explained awkwardly.

Roy nodded: "It's alright, managing the South District well is the same. Here's one hundred pounds, take it as operating funds."

"So many?"

Tilly was astonished.

"It will save you from making repeated trips. When you have the ability in the future, you can form your own gang."

Roy escorted her to familiar territory before quietly leaving.

……

The next day, Roy sensed some signs of digestion.

He didn't quite understand.

Stepping outside, Ms. Xiqiong, her gossip-loving heart burning brightly, revealed the reason.

"Have you heard? On the east bank, a thief was killed, his body was barely recognizable as human. It's said to be the result of an evil witchcraft experiment by a wizard."

"..."

Did I become the scapegoat?

Although he killed the man himself, he was not the result of his witchcraft experiments.

Roy remained silent.

This method of digestion was something he hadn't expected at all.

He paused for a moment, then asked, "The official conclusion?"

"That's definitely not it. The official explanation is that he was corrupted by people from the Aurora Society. Haha, always talking about the Aurora Society, but I've never actually seen a real Aurora Society anywhere!"

Xiqiong couldn't help but complain.

Roy nodded slightly, chatted with the other person for a few words, and then made an excuse to part ways.

As rumors of "wizards" spread more and more in this area, the members of the Morse Order, who were originally located in the East District and Bridge District, may move south.

This is the necessary price to pay for playing this role.

He took a few steps and suddenly stopped on a bridge.

There was a circus troupe in this area.

He stopped not because he enjoyed watching the circus, but because he saw someone he knew there.

An acquaintance in disguise, but...

In places like the South End and the circus, even if someone wears two layers of disguise, they still shine like a star in Roy's eyes.

He walked over and watched from the outside of a magic show.

"Next up is a demonstration of water freezing into ice. Anyone who can guess how I do it will receive a reward."

The woman's voice came from inside.

After a moment of silence, cheers erupted from inside.

Looking down from above, Roy could clearly see the other person using spiritual guidance to slowly turn the water into ice, a technique the other person had also performed in the Mysterious Temple.

He couldn't help but smile.

Since "Full Moon," Fors seems to have become more active again and has begun to seek out roles.

but.

Did she go to the South District specifically because she was afraid that if she acted in places like the East District or the Bridge District, she would be easily seen by Hugh and others who knew her?

But I'm in the South District too!

Roy chuckled inwardly.

As Fors performed his magic tricks, the crowd grew larger and larger. Fors smiled and said, "I'll perform one last trick, and then it'll be over."

"What kind of magic trick?"

Everyone was incredibly curious.

Fors said, "I went inside the box, and then had others stab it with knives, one after another. After twenty knives were inserted, I opened the box..."

She explained the rules.

Roy, who was sitting on it, quietly moved to the other side of the bridge pier after hearing this.

Not long after, a figure emerged from under the bridge pier.

Then Fors saw Roy.

She paused, her face shifting between white and red, before forcing a stiff smile: "Mr. Green, what are you doing here?"

"I was just passing by, so I thought I'd take a look."

Roy smiled.

Fors said admiringly, "You got the news after I'd only been performing in the South District for half an hour! You're really well-informed!"

"..."

I just happened to be passing by.

Roy harbored resentment.

but.

He doesn't bother to explain when the other party misunderstands.

Fors listened intently against the wall for a moment, then straightened his hair and said, "By the way, Mr. Green, regarding your last message, I asked the buyer, and he's willing to pay three hundred gold pounds."

"What are the conditions?"

He hopes you can help him obtain the potion recipe.

Fors answered.

Roy pondered for a moment: "It seems that the person you are trading with is a wealthy nobleman who is not very interested in promotion and just wants to obtain a pharmacist's potion."

"Perhaps."

Fors smiled sweetly, making no attempt to reveal Viscount Greenwright's intentions.

Roy thought for a moment and said, "I understand."

"You agreed?"

"Um."

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