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

Chapter 103 Klein: Mr. Hermit, please grant me refuge!

"On September 27, I discovered a small island, and I had a vague feeling that it was different from the ones before."

"The sea suits me best!"

"On September 28th, this island may be hiding a huge secret..."

From this day onward, a clear date gap appears.

after that.

"I came back on October 23."

"On October 29th, Mrs. Alyssa was truly considerate."

As Roy read to the end, his eyes deepened, and he fell into deep thought.

He vaguely felt that this page of the diary, like the previous one, was not written by Russell, but rather by someone imitating Russell's tone.

however.

What is the other party's purpose?

Could it be "Green"?

In Russell's diary, Greene appears at considerable length, leading him to suspect that this page was indeed written by Greene...

He went out to sea again and landed on the island at the end of September. Where did he go during the month in between?

Roy sat in the chair, pondering for a long time but still couldn't figure it out.

There must be a secret behind this.

Unfortunately.

There was no record of it above, so he had no way of knowing, let alone what the other party's purpose was in writing this diary.

Record your mental state?

Or is it intended to mislead future generations?

and so.

The Russell Diaries currently available on the market are actually a compilation of two different versions, and there may even be many different versions.

He glanced at the date.

It's impossible to identify it based on the date, otherwise Fors could focus on collecting the diaries he has while he's collecting them.

Then, Roy recalled what he had just shared.

no doubt.

What was most useful to him was naturally Darkwell's herbal identification, which contained a lot of analysis on the properties of herbs and the characteristics of materials, which could save him a lot of time in the research of materials.

Also.

As Darkwell said, having the ability to identify medicinal herbs in the wild can sometimes save a lot of trouble.

Roy leaned back in his chair, then thought back to the fat pharmacist's teacher with the same name but a different surname.

Roy King should have been captured by Rune by now.

After all, it involves dice, which are based on probability.

In a short time, let alone just one Darkwell, even if all of them were tied together, they wouldn't be able to rescue him.

Telling Darkwell the truth now would only diminish the hermit's status.

He was preparing to leave the mysterious hall when—

A burst of starlight twinkled.

Then, Roy saw the star in the star chart that belonged to Klein shining.

?

What's wrong?

Why didn't you mention that earlier!

He helplessly tapped his fingers, pulling Klein back into the mysterious hall once more.

When Klein reappeared, he was amazed by the hermit's power.

His gray mist couldn't sense the condition of others at all times, no wonder the hermit never revealed his name.

He bowed his head and said, "Great hermit, I have also collected ten pages of notes. I left just now because I couldn't remember the contents of the notes."

Roy leaned back in his chair, his lips twitching slightly.

That's quite a story!

Klein is becoming increasingly adept at this, able to perfectly control his emotions and expressions, with only occasional moments when his thoughts cannot be concealed.

but.

Such thoughts wouldn't necessarily dissipate as information.

It felt like something was missing from the fun.

Roy gestured for him to materialize the diary.

Klein materialized his own diary and submitted it. Roy glanced at it and found that the contents were very similar to what he had seen in books from his previous life.

Most of the content that wasn't mentioned is not very important.

He put the ten pages of his diary aside.

What do you want?

"I want to beg for your protection, because I am about to face a powerful Sequence 5, which may be mortal danger."

Klein quickly said.

Roy froze.

shelter?

How can I protect you?

Do you want me to send you a servant?

He was speechless, but he understood that Klein's request was perfectly normal.

If he were in Klein's shoes, he would have chosen to act in the same way.

after all.

He was a "great" hermit.

Roy tapped his fingers lightly.

"You're not worth the price I'd pay."

"Yes, then I'd like to know who my enemies might be?"

Klein was slightly disappointed, but he also understood that the diary he submitted was not high enough to warrant divine intervention.

"Can."

……

"As expected of the Hermit, he actually knew about my potential enemies and even gave me such complete information."

"Rosago, Diviner's Path Sequence 5, Mystic Master."

"Ability: Spirit Threads..."

Klein read through the extra information in his mind, and then a look of joy appeared on his face.

The spirit thread of Sequence 5 just happened to resolve his inner doubts—

The papers in the room had turned around earlier, indicating that someone had indeed moved them, but the other person did not enter on their own. Instead, they used a spiritual thread to infiltrate silently.

Also.

The Hermit's information not only contained descriptions of the extraordinary abilities corresponding to Sequence 5, but also included some information about Sequence 6.

Diviner Sequence 6, Faceless Man.

Its ability is to transform.

"Zilingus's ability to transform must have originated from a Faceless Man. In other words, the other party's ability is the same as Zilingus's, which is to be able to perfectly transform into a human form."

Klein was secretly on guard.

This ability is terrifying!

Azik's reinforcements will take time; what if the enemy transforms into someone he knows and launches a surprise attack...?

Even with thorough preparation, one can still be no match for their opponent.

and.

The opponent also possesses the ability of spirit threads, which can turn enemies into puppets, and they may even be controlled after being resurrected from the dead.

This is the most terrifying enemy I have ever faced!

"I'm not prepared enough. I must persuade Mr. Azik to stay longer, or perhaps just go and kill this man named Rosago?"

There's no way you can guard against thieves for a thousand days if you're a thief for a thousand days.

and.

At this time, the Rune authorities were also targeting them, so there was no need to worry about being detected. The only problem was—

The other party is also a diviner.

If we act rashly, the other party will definitely notice, and if we alert them, things will only get more complicated.

"You can try fishing to lure the other person out, but you have to be fully prepared before you do that."

Klein picked up his pen and began writing a letter.

A letter was written to Azik, stating that he had obtained information about a potential enemy and hoped to obtain his help.

Another letter was written to Roy.

Although Roy is only a Sequence 7, he has a wide variety of methods, especially those knowledge runes, which, if used in large quantities and properly, would be a powerful weapon.

As for the effects of knowledge on oneself.

Then it doesn't matter.

He can rise into the gray mist to shield himself from the damage from the spells.

After finishing the letter, Klein blew his brass whistle, first summoning Azik's messenger and handing him the letter.

Then, Roy's messenger was summoned.

After the incantation was finished, the owl emerged from the space, sized up Klein, and then perched on the table.

Klein was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening—

The owl lady's condition was to tell a story.

As he was pondering what story to tell, he heard the owl lady say in more easily understood language, "I want to hear the story of what happened when you woke up and faced Mr. Azik and Roy, the story of which I happened to be absent at the time."

"..."

Klein squinted, looking speechless, and after a long while, he still didn't know what to say.

Roy, you need to take care of your messenger!

Close-up output?

To kill someone by destroying their spirit?

however.

To deliver the message, and for his own plans—

He took a deep breath and began to slowly recount his emotional journey at that time.

……

"letter."

"Whose?"

Roy had a pretty good idea of ​​who it was.

It must be Klein who just asked "Rosago".

Nina pondered for a moment, then said, "An interesting clown."

interesting?

Why is there an extra affix?

Roy was curious about what had happened between them.

He opened the letter and took out the letter paper.

"Roy, I learned about Ambassador Intis's men at an extraordinary gathering. He might be a Sequence 5 Mystic Master of the Diviner's Path..."

Upon reaching the bottom, he understood why Klein had written the letter.

They came to inquire about anti-divination.

If Klein had already reached Sequence 7, then counter-divination could be done simply through the paper doll substitute, but now some more complicated methods are needed.

For example, ritual magic.

of course.

If Roy were located in the Mystic Temple, he could indeed provide Klein with an anti-divination effect, but that wouldn't be as good as another option—

Let Nina go.

After Roy finished writing his reply to Klein asking for help, he then stated his own requirements.

Purchase materials.

Please help me purchase the following four materials: Silver Electric Tree Powder, Wind Falcon Feathers, Sea Beard Grass, and Blue Shadow Falcon Nest Dust.

He wrote the letter, put it back in Klein's envelope, and asked Nina to deliver it.

One's own knowledge charm.

Nina.

Azik.

With these three safeguards in place, Klein didn't need to spend any money to hire Sharon, saving him a thousand pounds. He also didn't need to pay the ambassador.

With Rosago dead, how could the ambassador dare to cause any more trouble?

If they really want to cause trouble, they can just call in more people!

and so.

He didn't take Klein's crisis seriously at all; at most, he found it a bit funny, after all, commissioning the killing of an ambassador for £5 was unprecedented.

"Sigh, with Urbano gone, I've lost one of my sources for purchasing materials, so I have no choice but to turn to Klein for help."

"I'll make a purchase at the Tarot meeting tomorrow as well."

"After you get the materials, go find the priest to do the quest."

Roy went out at night.

The Rose Street is relatively quiet at night, especially around 7 p.m., when there are almost no pedestrians on the street.

In previous years, there might have been homeless people looking for places to stay on the streets, but since the Poor Law was introduced, homeless people are not allowed to stay in parks or on the streets.

He walks the streets, searching for homeless people in places like sewers, and helps them with rehabilitation treatment along the way.

It looks stupid.

but.

His efforts during this period were effective.

The number of homeless people in the surrounding sewers has noticeably decreased.

Some of them, after recovering physically, especially the younger ones, have found jobs that allow them to barely survive.

Most people hope to live with dignity.

But the reality is...

They lose their jobs quickly after they get sick...

Just like old Kohler.

He walked from Rose Street to the next street and found a homeless man who was curled up and looked very ill.

Roy stepped forward.

The other person struggled to open his eyes and saw a dark figure. He shrank back and got up.

"I...please spare me!"

"Don't be afraid, I just want to try healing magic on you."

After a soft laugh, the homeless man remained terrified, but he found himself bound by an invisible hand, which then unleashed a strange spell.

At that moment, he thought of the evil wizard that had been circulating recently.

but.

Immediately afterwards, he felt warm all over, and his fatigue, weakness, and illness seemed to disappear in that instant.

The last time I felt this way...

That was three or four months ago.

Although fatigue and weakness soon returned, he could feel that he was feeling much better.

"Thank you, thank you so much!"

The other party bowed repeatedly.

Roy crouched down.

"What's your name?"

"Kind wizard, my name is Valudo."

The homeless man sat up.

The healing magic he had just received had restored some of his energy, and his voice now had a stronger tone, instead of sounding weak and feeble as before.

of course.

It was also related to the fact that he was woken up by noise.

He looks old, but he should actually be only in his thirties.

Roy was making his judgment.

Valudo leaned against the dirty sewer wall.

"I used to be a worker, and I was very skilled. My weekly wage was once 3 sols."

"Unfortunately, I got sick later, and I don't know why, but my hands became unsteady, my physical strength wasn't as good as before, and the factory didn't want me anymore..."

He kept talking on and on.

After saying a few words, Valudo leaned against the wall and fell into a deep sleep.

Sweet dreams.

Roy turned and left.

He has done things like this many times during this period.

He stepped out of the sewer and looked into the distance.

The sound of the waves of the Tasok River rose and fell, and mist gradually rose, enveloping a section of the river.

"The environment in Backlund is really bad."

Roy made a sarcastic remark, then used the Concealment Ring to hide himself and climbed the steps to go home.

Things haven't been peaceful outside lately.

He always timed his trip perfectly, making sure it was a 30-minute round trip, and never lingered outside, to avoid any real madmen from the Rose School passing by.

The hedonistic faction of the Rose School differs from the Aurora Society.

The aurora knows what it wants to do, but its goal might be set rather crazy, like—

They always wanted the true Creator to descend, and they were willing to do anything for it, even sacrifice their own lives.

however.

When the Rose School went mad, they were aimless.

However, he had only taken a few steps when heavy footsteps suddenly came from the street next to him.

Roy stopped in his tracks.

The thick fog obscured the view, but the sound of footsteps could still be heard.

After a moment, the other person stopped.

The two faced off for a few seconds, and then the other's footsteps slowly retreated.

Roy put down the hidden talisman, as well as the dagger and other weapons, and slowly exhaled.

Are they the indulgents?

He couldn't see the other person's face clearly, but the other person's footsteps were heavy, so he must be a big guy, maybe even a warrior.

Because of the fog, Roy couldn't even see the other person's face clearly, so he couldn't go back to do the divination.

The enemy has retreated.

Roy walked toward Rose Street.

however.

In the instant he turned around—

Bang bang!

Dull, rapid footsteps came from another direction.

Roy looked up.

A dark figure leaped down from a two-story building.

Its face was obscured, but its body seemed to be covered in hair-like things.

Werewolf!

Members of the hedonistic faction of the Rose School.

Roy quickly retreated, reaching into his chest with his right hand and instantly pulling out the "Mask of Wrath" and the "Ring of Concealment".

In the blink of an eye, he had fitted the mask to his face and put the ring on the finger of his right hand.

At the moment the werewolves attacked.

Roy suddenly accelerated, retreating several steps in an instant. At the same time, the three bottles silently flew towards the werewolf's landing point with the wind.

slap~

Three crisp sounds.

The bottle shattered, spilling oil all around. Guided by spiritual power, the spilled oil coalesced and surrounded the werewolf.

At the same time, Roy chanted a spell in ancient Hermes: "Greasy!"

Bang!

Even though the opponent had undergone werewolf transformation, possessing extraordinary balance, strength, and speed, they were still doused with oil upon jumping down...

He instantly lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground.

Roy didn't stop, but fired four or five shots from a distance.

however.

Such bullets are of little use to werewolves, whose regenerative abilities are rapid, and the pain of a bullet lodged in their flesh can even incite their madness.

of course.

Roy wasn't afraid of a mere werewolf.

The werewolf is merely Sequence 7 in the Prisoner pathway; what he truly fears are the two other individuals who might be behind the werewolf—

I vaguely remember one being sequence 6 and the other being sequence 5...

If they all come, this imposter god might be doomed here.

Roy quickly activated his Concealment Ring and threw out a Wind Falcon Feather.

Wind Speed!

Then he threw out another one.

but.

This time it wasn't Wind Speed, but—

Wind-Scratching Technique!

A howling wind swept out from around him, dispersing the surrounding atmosphere and mist, while Roy concealed his figure and disappeared without a trace.

Without scent, even werewolves can't quickly track you through the fog.

"Tyr!"

A low shout came from within the mist.

The werewolf howled a few times and disappeared into the mist.

……

"madman!"

"Another bunch of lunatics!"

He used the wind to disperse the scent as he went, only stopping when he was sure the other party wasn't chasing him. If they were still pursuing him, Roy would have to resort to his trump card—

Bernadette.

"Arrived home safely."

"No, we have to find a way to deal with these lunatics, otherwise we'll be living in fear right outside our house, and it won't be safe for us to go out and perform at night."

Relying solely on our forces is definitely not enough, as for Mr. Azik…

Perhaps thanks to his reminder, or other factors, Azik's strength recovered much faster than he had expected.

Although he hasn't recovered to his peak, he can now use the copper whistle as a marker to travel between the spirit world with Dunn and himself.

Therefore, calling Mr. Azik is much easier than before, but Azik himself also has things to do.

He had to take Dunn to play the role and digest it.

This is a long process.

If we can avoid bothering him, we should avoid troubling him. If we can gather the other side together and attack them in one fell swoop, we can save a lot of trouble.

There's another question.

Because of his involvement, Klein no longer has an urgent need for security, so he certainly did not actively contact Sharon and Marich under the guise of being a bodyguard.

How could he remind Klein that they could get help from Sharon and Marich, and how could Klein gain their trust?

This is a big problem.

Roy fell into deep thought.

Ten seconds later, he made a decision—

All I need to do is write down my analysis and hand it to Klein. As for how to choose and what to say, that's all Klein's business.

If all else fails, you can always call in reinforcements.

I'm stuck on this chapter; it's not finished yet. I'll update the first chapter first, and the second one later.

(End of this chapter)