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

Chapter 101 The Hidden Sage, Gold Coins Galore!

Roy was thinking about something.

Would it be a bit too much for him to outsource the work that originally belonged to Klein?

After thinking for a few seconds, he decided to roll up his sleeves and get to work himself.

One reason he hoped to reach out to some believers and attend meetings of the Church of Mother Earth through the priest's connections.

Another issue is that outsourcing is also a bit unreasonable.

Klein isn't so poor that he can't make a living!

He also planned to give Mr. Fool five thousand pounds at the Tarot meeting as a fee for using the venue and intercepting the other party's bid.

That's comparable to what he originally received.

after all……

Of the original 30,000 gold pounds, a significant portion was used to assassinate the ambassador. Now, since he was discovered and killed immediately after his resurrection, contacting Azik for help is sufficient.

Fors pressed herself against the wall again, then gave an awkward but polite smile, braced herself, opened the door, and slipped into the box opposite.

The next moment, a cheer erupted.

Roy smiled slightly.

The quickest way to become a magician is indeed to join a circus as a magician.

At this pace.

At the earliest, Fors should be able to complete the role within one or two months.

"I'm also looking for a promotion."

During this time, Roy has been summarizing his acting techniques, and the results have been quite good. However, at the current pace, it may take him two months to be promoted.

Unless we can come up with new rules for playing the role, like we did yesterday.

Each additional rule can significantly reduce the time required for role-playing.

Roy continued on his way.

After walking a few steps, he stopped in one place.

"The Mysterious Club".

This street runs along the Tasok River, with the mighty river right outside, facing the Jowood district across the river, and a little further on is the West End—

In fact, the location of the mysterious club is, strictly speaking, already in the West District.

He had passed by a few times before, but had never gone inside.

Go in and give it a try.

He paused for a few seconds, then pulled his hat down low and went inside.

On the stage stood a girl of about sixteen or seventeen years old with flaxen hair and some freckles on her face; her etheric body didn't look very healthy.

Her stomach probably isn't very good.

Roy made an initial assessment, then smiled and asked, "Miss, what does your club do?"

"The Mysterious Club, as you can see, is staffed by enthusiasts of the occult who study occult knowledge."

"In addition, we also offer divination services."

The girl explained.

Roy chuckled softly, "What if I wanted to join?"

Are you interested in the occult?

She looked up and examined it closely, then paused, stunned—

The man in front of me wore a strange hat and a gray robe. He had some beard on his face, but overall he was very clean and handsome.

A kind smile immediately appeared on her face.

Roy nodded slightly: "I know a little. I've studied divination and the occult. People call me the Fighting Wizard."

"A fighting wizard?"

The girl was puzzled. "I heard from sailors returning from the sea that wizards are skilled in witchcraft. Why are you called a fighting wizard?"

"I'm better at hand-to-hand combat than they are. That's how a true wizard should be: mastering a spell of magic and then using superb hand-to-hand combat skills to pick up a cane or a pistol and kill the opponent."

Roy chuckled.

"You're so funny."

The girl didn't quite understand; she didn't know much about wizards.

In Backlund, people's understanding of wizards comes more from the wizards who play the role at sea, and those wizards are of a complex nature.

Some are from the Dawn of Elements, while others are from the Morse Order. The two factions have different styles of doing things, resulting in a very "comprehensive" image.

After searching for a while, she took out a piece of paper.

"Please fill out the information above. Our club offers services such as fortune telling and answering mystical questions. You can choose to take on these roles, and there is usually compensation."

The girl answered.

Roy nodded slightly and wrote down his code name and name.

Rolin, the Fighting Wizard.

Skilled at...

Divination, exorcism, healing, and mystical consultant.

They all seem pretty good.

but.

Their treatment might not be what they expected; it might be a less effective treatment, to be on the safe side—

Roy filled out two forms: fortune telling and mystery consultant.

time……

Thursday and Friday mornings.

He leaned against the cabinet.

"Lovely lady, what's your name?"

"Olive Clay".

The girl smiled slightly, then glanced at the form and said, "You can choose a room from here."

Roy glanced at it, then his eyes finally settled on the "Amethyst".

"That's it."

"Okay, sir, what is your pricing?"

"Divination starts at 1 sulphur, and a mystery consultant starts at 1 gold pound. This is the necessary price for knowledge."

Roy glanced at it.

The prices for the rest of the people were roughly the same.

Ollie nodded: "Yes."

Roy went outside, bought a cup of coffee, and put it on the table.

"I'll buy you a drink."

Aurelia was somewhat surprised, then chuckled and said, "Mr. Rowling, even if you buy me coffee, I won't give you any special treatment."

"It's alright, I just wanted to thank you for your comprehensive explanation."

Roy smiled.

Ollie smiled without saying a word, and Roy walked inside.

He had only taken a few steps when someone came in from outside and whispered, "Do you offer occult consultations here?"

Roy stopped and looked back.

A man with fair skin who looked like a woman.

He stopped and watched with great interest.

Auli took out the form and said, "Of course, this is a gathering of occult enthusiasts. Many of us know about occultism. The wizard we just met was an expert in occultism."

She pointed to the corridor.

Roy smiled slightly and nodded in greeting.

The man glanced at the price, then at Roy, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Can we talk alone?"

1 pounds.

It was a bit expensive for him, but Roy seemed very knowledgeable and reliable.

He was willing to trust the other party.

"plz follow me."

Roy nodded.

Ollie gave a thumbs up.

In her opinion, Roy's luck and image were truly remarkable, having secured a business deal so soon after arriving.

Roy found the amethyst room.

The decor is very luxurious.

It's clear that this place has been deserted for a while; there's a layer of dust on the table.

A look of hesitation returned to the man's face—

Does the other person really understand occultism?

"Alright, sit down. As you can see, I'm new here too, but trust me, I can give you knowledge that's well worth the price."

Roy pulled his hat down, looking like a wizard from a novel.

The man sat down and said, "I'd like to ask if there's a medicine that can turn a person into a woman."

Roy was silent for a moment, then chuckled and said, "Yes, in the occult, when they become women, they are usually called witches or sorceresses."

Witch, sorceress?

The man was slightly taken aback, then said with some surprise, "So it really is possible to turn into a woman?"

"It is possible, but you must understand that nothing in this world is without a price. The formula for this kind of potion is in the hands of the witch cult, and they are born to bring disaster."

Roy chuckled, "As an ordinary person, you'd probably be told this by a witch or sorceress, and then tempted to become one, right?"

The image of the round-faced girl flashed through the man's mind. After a moment of daze, he nodded slightly: "Perhaps."

Witch, calamity.

He thought for a moment, then asked, "If the other party is trying to seduce me into becoming a witch, what are they after?"

"There are many possibilities. Generally speaking, they want to control you to do things for them, but they won't really tell you how to become a witch, then you will go crazy."

Roy leaned back in his chair. "Besides, they also possess the ability to cast curses. They can do so through blood and hair, so they're not afraid of your betrayal."

The man slumped into a chair.

He seemed to lose all hope in an instant, his whole body went limp, his lips trembled, and after a long while...

He said, "Thank you."

He left a gold pound note, got up to leave, but stopped at the door.

"May I come to see you again next time?"

"You can come on Thursday or Friday mornings. There's also a starting price of £1, as some knowledge is inherently expensive."

Roy said calmly, "Being controlled means you can reduce your expenses. If you want freedom, you'll have to pay a higher price in gold pounds. For example, the drug you mentioned, the three of them together would cost at least three thousand pounds."

The man paused, then looked closely at the gray-robed man wearing a hat, vaguely sensing that there was something more to the other man's words.

"Thank you, Mr. Rowling."

After he left, Roy fiddled with the pendant, watching it rotate clockwise, then put it away and fell into deep thought.

It really was Sherman.

For Sherman, embarking on the path of an assassin under Triss's guidance was destined to be a tragic end.

Triss is no good person.

but.

He couldn't persuade him.

Sherman is inherently contradictory; he has the gender of a man, yet he yearns and desires to be a woman, and the allure of the witch is simply too great for him.

Roy sat down in his seat, lost in thought.

His original intention was to deepen his image as a "wizard" in the minds of others, which was also, to some extent, the direction of the first rule.

but.

It can broaden its channels.

Through the secret club, one might get to know some of the West End's aristocrats.

Roy closed his eyes and pondered.

……

In the afternoon, Roy returned home.

After Sherman, he did not receive another guest.

and so.

He left early at noon, buying the remaining auxiliary materials on the way.

Low-sequence auxiliary materials are often not uncommon.

The herbs used by fortune tellers, such as night-blooming jasmine, peppermint, poison violet, and dragon's blood grass, are relatively expensive medicinal materials that can be easily purchased at pharmacies.

The key is in the proportions.

For Roy, these were naturally no problem either.

He sat in the room waiting.

After a long while, the doorbell rang downstairs.

Roy went to open the door, and Tilly, dressed smartly, was standing downstairs.

Noticing Roy's gaze, Tilly lowered her head shyly and said, "Taking potions can drive me mad. If I go insane after taking them, at least I can die with dignity."

"A good idea."

Roy's lips curled slightly. "However, Sequence 9 potions generally don't cause immediate madness unless you're already halfway to Sequence 9."

"Half of Sequence 9?"

"Some people are born half extraordinary, like you. I initially guessed you might be a natural thief, but later I found out you're just very skillful and good at stealing."

Roy chuckled.

Tilly chuckled, then went into the room and closed the door.

Upstairs, Roy poured pure water into a vessel, then added the pre-prepared ingredients one by one, and finally—

A viscous, dark blue liquid appeared before my eyes.

"Should we just drink it straight away?"

"Yes."

Roy nodded slightly.

Tilly closed her eyes, took the bowl, and gulped it down in one go.

The potent potion irritated her esophagus.

Her face immediately contorted in a grimace.

Whispers rose and fell in my ears.

"Do as I say, imagine an object in your mind, something common, simple, and easy..."

Roy was explaining the "meditation method".

Tilly did as she was told.

After about ten seconds, she found that her symptoms had indeed improved a lot, and she was no longer talking in her sleep as much as before.

"Congratulations, fortune teller."

"Thank you, sir."

Tilly was extremely grateful.

Without Roy, she would never have gotten this far; she might have died in some sewer in the South District someday.

Roy smiled faintly and said, "You can call me Green."

"Yes, Mr. Green."

Tilly lowered her head.

"Alright, take these books and read them to study. If you can't read..."

"I've been studying on my own lately."

Tilly answered.

Roy nodded: "Great, this will save us a lot of trouble."

He then introduced the diviner's abilities and situation, and guided the other party to learn the ability of "spiritual vision".

finally.

Roy solemnly instructed, "Although you have become a diviner, your strength has not truly improved at the Sequence 9 stage."

"I see."

Tilly pondered and experimented with pendulum divination, and soon experienced the potion's power.

Roy didn't warn him.

Many "rules" cannot be learned by being reminded by others; only by exploring and discovering on your own can you truly grasp the essence of potions.

Therefore, he simply said...

"You can put yourself in the role of a fortune teller, but don't become obsessed with being a fortune teller; this will help you master it quickly."

"I understand, thank you, Mr. Green."

Tilly was truly grateful.

Roy smiled faintly, "Your becoming an extraordinary being is also beneficial to me, especially as a diviner. A qualified diviner can be of great help."

"Yes, I will strive to become a qualified fortune teller."

Tilly's expression was serious.

Roy nodded.

He saw Tilly off, then ascended to the mysterious hall and routinely glanced at the bookshelves.

During this period, the Hidden Sage's indoctrination work was not very active, and he often imparted some disorganized and incomplete knowledge.

Or it could be knowledge that's useless to him as a wizard, such as knowledge of astrology—

This thing might work in the astrologer sequence, but it won't be of much use in the short term, and he uses it even less often for astrological divination.

and so.

He only sweeps through the area every two or three days.

Astrological Analysis

The Complete Guide to Scroll Painting

It's all storage knowledge that can be used in the future.

Roy frowned.

He looked at the last book.

Ok?

Research on materials related to storm pathways

Good guy.

The old guy got a ton of gold coins!

Roy picked it up immediately.

He had always wanted to study the extraordinary abilities of the Storm Church, but he didn't know any strong extraordinary individuals. The only one he could somewhat know, Alger, was unlikely to demonstrate them to him.

Therefore, he could only look on with envy.

Unexpectedly, the Hidden Sage directly exploded the book.

After reflecting and absorbing the insights, Roy repeatedly deduced and then wrote down several possible magical materials and effects.

Silver-electric tree powder.

This tree is easily struck by lightning, and according to the teachings of the Hidden Sage, its fruit is an auxiliary material for the Ocean Singer.

Tree powder is quite common in the market, since tree bark and wood chips can be ground into powder. Although its effects cannot compare to those of fruit, it is a viable alternative and a Sequence 7 sorcery...

That's more than enough.

It's much better than the electric shocks used in magic tricks.

of course.

Even if it's relatively cheap, 10g could still cost several pounds.

The second type is dust from the Blue Falcon's nest.

According to the book, it is influenced by the Blue Falcon and possesses the power of "wind".

This material is also inexpensive.

The inferior alternatives are falcon feathers or nest dust.

Fors's magic tricks included the art of whistling wind. Roy understood the principle of whistling wind, but he didn't know what cheap materials to use to achieve it.

The third type is the powder of "seaweed," which, according to the book's description, can be used to release water-based magic through spiritual activation.

His current idea is to use it to create waves or release mist.

These are the only ideas he can think of for the time being.

Once you know the properties of the materials, mastering witchcraft is that simple. However, if you try to study and research the characteristics and properties of the materials yourself, the cost and time will increase exponentially.

"good."

"This is probably the most useful knowledge I've gained recently. I hope we can have more of this."

Roy put down his book.

If the Hidden Sage can perform like he did today every time, he shouldn't need more than two months to complete his role as the wizard.

At night, he went out as usual, looking for opportunities to play a role.

As for Isengard...

Since the other party did not contact him, he naturally would not go to their door.

The next morning, he went to the Mystery Club again.

This time I met a "colleague".

The other person was named Gary Zabia, a fan of the occult who also participated in the mystery club, where the project was divination.

Roy spent 5 pence to experience it.

All I can say is that the method the other party used had nothing to do with divination; it was purely for fun, which amused Roy watching from the sidelines.

but.

He spent 5 pence and still became Gary's friend.

the reason is simple.

To date, Roy is the fifth customer to experience his divination, and the first mystery club member to pay for a reading.

The nobles' pursuits are perplexing; sometimes "friendship" comes so easily that even Roy is amazed.

Viscount Grelint was in the same situation as him.

To avoid trouble, one can pay more gold pounds, unlike Roy—

He is very clear.

While one's personal wealth may seem substantial, it's merely a drop in the ocean compared to what's needed for future promotions.

Including Tilly's side.

He gave her the "Seer's" potion, but he would no longer help her make the "Clown" potion, and he would even make her pay for the recipe.

Unless the other party has made a significant contribution.