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

Chapter 102 Study Session, The Foul-mouthed Pharmacist

On the Future, Frank was conducting his research.

In another room, Heath said anxiously to Cattleya, "Captain, you have to do something about this! His mushrooms are growing in my room!"

"It's just a mushroom, at least it's not rice growing eggs."

Cattleya let out a sigh of relief.

Heath's face twitched, and he took a deep breath, saying, "If it were just mushrooms, I wouldn't care, but his mushrooms are too much!"

Cattleya paused for a moment, then asked, "What happened?"

"His mushrooms specifically grow under the bed, and they grow very tall and large; you'll see when you see them."

Heath's expression was indescribable.

Cattleya got up and went to Frank's next room—

This was Heath's room.

Then, she saw the bed that had been raised more than a meter high and fell into deep thought for a long time…

dong dong dong.

She walked to Frank's door.

There was no sound from inside.

Who is it?

He opened the door impatiently, only to see the icy-cold Cattleya. He immediately chuckled awkwardly, "Captain, I'm doing research."

Cattleya glanced at his room.

It was pitch black. If she hadn't opened the window, there wouldn't have been a single ray of light inside; all the light had been blocked out by Frank's growing vines.

She frowned and asked, "What are you researching?"

"If I could figure out how to make mushrooms that can grow in the dark, even Mother Earth would bless me!"

Frank said proudly.

Cattleya fell into a long silence.

Mushrooms that can grow in the dark...

Normally, there's no need to study this kind of topic, and Frank wouldn't even think about it—

He would rather think about how to make the mushrooms ooze egg or milk.

Heath stood to the side, his eyes filled with hope.

"By the way, Hiss, I've used up the flesh and blood you gave me last time. Give me some more so I can study whether the flesh and blood of the Rose Bishop can make it resist corruption."

Frank was not afraid at all, and even looked at Heath, who had tattled on him, and arrogantly stated his demands.

Heath immediately looked at Cattleya.

"captain."

"Heath, this is not difficult for you. Give him some flesh and blood."

"ha?"

Heath's expression stiffened, then he silently replied, "Yes."

He then released a portion of his flesh and blood.

Frank returned to his room satisfied, while Cattleya walked towards her room, talking as she went.

"Don't live there anymore, stay away from him for a while."

"I'm worried that if his mushroom research stalls, he might come up with all sorts of new ideas, so it's best if he doesn't come into contact with anyone."

……

Roy was deep in thought.

A star twinkled, an unfamiliar star he had never seen before.

He tapped his finger lightly.

The stars twinkled, and a voice came from within them.

"Even after arriving in Backlund, there's still no clue about the old man. Sigh, we don't dare to entrust him with anything casually. Now even planting herbs isn't going smoothly."

"Only a fool would come here!"

"I really wish someone could tell me..."

Darkwell sighed deeply.

Roy tapped his finger lightly, and in the next instant, a torrent of information engulfed the other party.

Before long, a figure appeared in front of them.

Darkwell looked ahead, his breath catching in his throat for a moment.

He lowered his head, pondering how to communicate with the other party so as not to inadvertently offend this unknown being.

After hesitating for a long time, Darkwell stammered, "Great, great being, hello."

He paused for two seconds, perhaps sensing something was amiss, but hesitated to speak.

"Ah, my name is Hermit. Here you can exchange the knowledge you need on an equal footing, so there's no need to stand on ceremony."

Roy leaned back in his chair, unable to suppress a slight chuckle.

Darkwell has a sharp tongue, but when faced with something that could take his life, he knows how to restrain himself.

A slight smile played on his lips.

Darkwell lowered his head.

No need for formalities?

Ha ha.

Will I believe it?

Only a fool would believe this statement in the face of a terrifying existence!

"Knowledge? What kind of knowledge can I, a Sequence 9, offer in exchange? Could it be that I... uh, I mean, you also know the whereabouts of my teacher?"

Darkwell was about to scoff when his face suddenly turned pale, a frantic spiritual warning screaming at him—

Be very careful with your words!

That almost caused a disaster.

The fat pharmacist lowered his head, wiping away non-existent cold sweat.

Roy smiled faintly, "I know his whereabouts, but you don't seem to have the knowledge to back it up."

What do you need? I'll do my best to get it!

Darkwell said with delight.

"Knowledge that matches your teacher's abilities."

knowledge?

Darkwell scratched his head.

He currently only possesses two formulas: the Pharmacist's Formula and the Animal Tamer's Formula. The rest is some knowledge of medicine preparation.

The old man himself didn't even know his own strength.

Could he be sequence 5? Could I possibly find knowledge that matches sequence 5?

If I were Sequence 5, what would I be doing standing here!

Darkwell harbored resentment.

His mind was wandering. He turned his head and saw streams of information emanating from himself. He was so frightened that he covered his mouth.

Then he hurriedly offered an explanation.

"Great being, I didn't mean to, I, I..."

"It's alright."

Roy smiled faintly, "You won't get help from me, but someone like you suggested holding a study session, and I agreed. Perhaps you can get the same answers from them."

"What do I need to give in exchange for the existence of mercy?"

Darkwell asked, overjoyed yet trembling with fear.

"Ah, the gifts of fate come with a price. Every Sunday evening at 7 p.m., maintain your secrecy and safety."

……

"Is fate's gift already priced? It sounds just like what the old man said—"

Darkwell frowned. "Is He implying that he does indeed know something about the old man?"

Then, he slowly exhaled and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Fortunately.

This great being had no intention of holding a grudge against him; otherwise, he might have already died silently in that mysterious place.

"Damn it, why didn't I choose the path that brought me good fortune?"

……

6:50.

"Preparing for the study session."

A message simultaneously surfaced in the minds of the three.

Before long, a torrent of information composed of chaotic knowledge and numerology enveloped the three of them simultaneously, and the rolling vortex swept their consciousness into the mysterious hall.

Inside the hall, Roy timed it perfectly, allowing his "alt" to appear at the same time as them, and the four of them appeared simultaneously.

Klein opened his eyes, then keenly noticed—

There was one more person at the table opposite.

A guy who looks a bit chubby?

The scale of the information deluge varies greatly!

He remained silent.

"Are you the people the hermit was talking about?"

"Yes, we use numbers to refer to each other. I am number 1, the person sitting next to you is number 2, and he is number 3."

Fors enthusiastically introduced the topic.

She was quite happy to finally have a new person, and as the "number one," she unconsciously developed a sense of ownership, feeling that she should lead the meeting well.

Even if the initiator was Mr. "Number 3".

"Is this the only euphemism your impoverished imagination can come up with?"

Darkwell couldn't help but mock him.

Klein remained seated and silent.

This guy's tone sounds familiar!

Could it be that pharmacist?

Roy, controlling the alternate account, subtly changed his posture.

He regretted it.

Bringing this guy up was absolutely a huge mistake!

Seeing the silence, Darkwell awkwardly stopped moving, then chuckled dryly, "Okay, actually it's not that hard to remember, it's just that the numbers left for me are a bit off."

"Mr. Number 4, this is a esoteric learning society. Our purpose is to exchange the esoteric knowledge we have acquired so that everyone can learn more."

Fors said unhappily, "Numbers and symbols are just labels; what matters is the knowledge itself."

Well said!

Roy secretly gave a thumbs up.

Klein smiled slightly and said, "I don't think he meant it; he probably just spoke unconsciously."

"Yes, yes, I'm very sorry, I admit I spoke rather rudely. The Hermit said that perhaps I can find the answers I'm looking for here. Um, I wanted to ask if you know the whereabouts of 'Roy King'?"

Like Roy, only the last name is different.

Klein secretly passed through.

After thinking for a moment, he shook his head: "I don't know. Perhaps if you provide more information, we will understand."

"All right."

Darkwell stepped back disappointedly. "Ladies and gentlemen, if you have any relevant information, please let me know, and I will offer you a reward."

"If I happen to have heard about it."

Fors nodded.

With the opening scene set, Klein suppressed a laugh and then materialized a book.

"This is a book I just started reading. It's very interesting, and I'd like to share it with everyone."

Then, four books appeared.

Roy glanced at the book title—

The Astrology Handbook.

Isn't this a common book found in divination clubs?

It's important for ordinary people, but bringing it to a gathering like this is too perfunctory!

Roy looked up.

Klein coughed lightly.

"Of course, this is just for sharing; it's not very valuable in itself, so I'm also planning to share another one."

He then materialized another book.

This document records the methods for making some of the talismans, but the more classic dream talismans for the Night Watchers are not included.

Fors was somewhat surprised.

The creation of these talismans is a highly valuable skill that can serve as a source of continuous income.

I never expected that someone would be willing to take it out.

Darkwell chuckled, "If you think you have too much money, you can just give it to me directly; you don't need to go through this process."

Klein confirmed it once again.

He's that fat pharmacist; they both speak in the same way.

Then he smiled and said, "I used to need it to make money, but not so much anymore, and the exchange is equivalent."

"I'll also contribute equivalent knowledge; this is part of the materials science knowledge I've acquired."

Roy materialized the knowledge he had acquired for free.

The Essentials of Spellcasting

It was not imparted by the Hidden Sage, but rather it was knowledge that Roy summarized based on the knowledge of the Hidden Sage and the Church, combined with his own research on magic.

It can be said.

This is a unique piece of tacit knowledge.

of course.

It doesn't involve high-level spellcasters and is only useful for low-level spellcasters.

Fors maintained a smile on her face, but secretly she was worried.

The knowledge that people are sharing is becoming increasingly sophisticated.

This is both a good thing and a bad thing.

She currently has little access to advanced knowledge.

Also.

Last week, she was busy making money and playing a role, and now she simply can't produce anything that matches their value.

Everyone is working so hard!

She pondered for a long time, and finally looked up.

"My lord, I was busy acting last week, so I didn't have time to gather knowledge of the occult. I would like to ask for your help in exchange for this page of my diary in exchange for matching knowledge."

Fors said respectfully.

She materialized a page from Russell's diary.

Klein pretended to be calm on the sidelines, but actually really wanted to say—

You can actually just share your diary; I won't mind. Or I can make your copy for you.

pity.

This is a gathering of hermits, not a tarot party for fools...

He sighed inwardly.

I missed a page of my diary!

Hopefully, Miss Justice can exchange it for Fors—

If they really know each other.

In the blink of an eye, Klein's mind was racing.

Fortunately, the protection of the information flow at this moment prevented his thoughts from arising.

Roy switched to his larger size, took the diary, and then randomly picked out a book from the bookshelves around the room that were "filled with books".

Essentials of Astrology

Astrology?

Fors accepted it, quickly digesting it through the power of the mysterious hall. Then, a look of shock appeared on her face, followed by...

She rose and bowed slightly upwards.

"Thank you, generous hermit, your tip is very important to me!"

"This is an equivalent exchange of knowledge."

Roy smiled.

He checked it.

The diary that Fors collected did not belong to the part that Klein had obtained, and it was even highly questionable whether it was written by "Roselle".

Klein grew increasingly curious, but alas—

That page of the diary didn't belong to him.

I really want to trade!

but.

He was also worried that exchanging diaries would arouse the hermit's suspicion, after all, the other party's erudition was truly astonishing.

Klein was extremely conflicted.

"My turn? Well, I don't have any particularly strong knowledge, I didn't expect you to do it this way..."

Darkwell hesitated, then paused, "What should I do?"

"As long as you repeatedly recall what you want to manifest, it will come alive and become a book."

Fors kindly reminded him.

Darkwell was taken aback, then quickly nodded and began to materialize his own content.

This is a book...

Medicinal properties analysis?

Fors was surprised, then felt a throbbing pain in his head—some forgotten memories were returning to his mind.

Do not!

This is Mr. Hermit's gathering; I can learn it directly from him.

As Forl thought of this, a smile appeared on his face.

It feels so good to not have to memorize or recite repeatedly!

"This is a book for identifying medicinal herbs. I hope that when you are in the wild, you won't foolishly eat them and kill yourself."

"..."

Fors's face froze instantly, then he thought to himself:

Sir, actually, people's impression of you is much better if you don't speak.

The four exchanged knowledge.

Then, Darkwell spoke again: "Ladies and gentlemen, do you have any 'Medullary Crystals from the Fairy Spring'?"

"no."

Klein shook his head—

He believes that he may have possessed or come into contact with either the "Sun" or the "Hanged Man," but unfortunately, he cannot purchase them at a tarot meeting.

Fors had no idea what it meant.

Darkwell explained again.

Seeing that everyone was silent, he leaned back in his chair in disappointment, muttering to himself, but dared not make a sound.

"So, we're in the second round?"

After Fors finished speaking, he paused for a second and then continued, "In Backlund, those killed in the hurricane were left with only a head, and their flesh withered away in a second."

!!!

Darkwell looked at "Number 1" in shock.

Is she also in Backlund?

and.

The other party actually had the ability to obtain information about the death of "Hurricane General".

Aristocracy?

He pondered to himself.

The two who knew the inside story were equally shocked and speechless at this moment.

After a moment, Roy smiled faintly and said, "I heard at sea that some members of the Rose School's hedonistic faction have landed in Backlund. They may be looking for someone or something."

The Rose School?

Klein thought carefully and then remembered its information.

This is an outright evil god organization.

but.

Hedonistic faction...

He doesn't know much about it.

Klein thought for a moment, but before he could speak, Darkwell asked first.

What is the hedonistic school of thought?

"This involves esoteric knowledge, and it comes at a price."

Roy smiled faintly.

Darkwell sat down and muttered, "Fine, damn it, I definitely can't afford the price!"

Klein racked his brains and blurted out some gossip about the "ambassador" possibly training spies.

Darkwell pondered for a moment, then shared, "There's a place hidden in the sewers near the docks that holds something terrible; it once killed a rather powerful Extraordinary."

It's confirmed.

He was that pharmacist.

Klein smiled.

Then, the atmosphere fell silent for a moment.

"Dear Hermit, our gathering has come to an end. We look forward to the next one."

Fors rose and bowed respectfully.

The others also bowed in unison.

"it is good."

The next instant, the temple collapsed before their eyes.

……

"It's great that Mr. Hermit has someone like Number 1 to chair the meetings, while I always have to remind myself to 'stop here'."

Klein sighed, then lamented, "When will I finally get my own alt account?!"