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

Chapter 106 The Commission? That's right, I intercepted it again!

"If you succeed, I will not only give you the 'Pharmacist's' recipe, but also a magical item with minimal negative effects."

"Father Utravsky said."

He then took a small piece of candle from his priest's robes.

Its appearance is like being wrapped in human skin, with many bumps protruding on it, making it look terrifying.

Roy straightened his clothes and accessories, and then placed a purple crystal in front of the priest.

The priest looked puzzled, but Roy didn't explain.

He smiled slightly.

"Father, you may begin."

"Okay, light the candle with your spirit."

"Um."

A spiritual fire materialized from Roy's fingertips, and then—

The black candle wick suddenly lit up.

The priest before him hadn't changed much, but Roy could clearly feel that his connection to the mysterious temple had weakened somewhat.

really.

You can use this method to determine whether you are still in a dream state.

Roy smiled slightly.

Then, just as he was about to begin, everything in front of him seemed to be sped up and started "playing" rapidly.

He sighed silently, "Let's not waste each other's time. This method won't fool a spy."

"I didn't want to kill you."

The "priest" stood up with a dark face, his expression extremely distorted, looking at Roy coldly and fiercely, and then slowly drew the greatsword from his back.

Then, the sword turned, reflecting the surrounding candlelight.

In an instant.

Inside the church, candles shone brightly, like the light of dawn illuminating the earth and tearing through the darkness.

but.

Correspondingly, Roy's spirituality quickly dissipated.

He did not hesitate.

In that instant, he uttered an ancient Hermetic word: "Dreaming!"

The giant priest was puzzled, but the next moment, he knew what the word meant—

Countless obscure pieces of knowledge flooded my mind.

"You are chasing a ship, your speed is..."

What is this?

He couldn't help but ponder and try to understand, but gradually his thinking couldn't keep up with the speed at which knowledge was pouring in.

He was overwhelmed by the endless ocean of knowledge.

The giant priest let out a painful roar, his spiritual light shining through him. His expression was ferocious as he swept his greatsword across the room like a door.

Roy was unhurried.

He hadn't considered using talismans to defeat his opponent directly; that was simply unrealistic. But—

This tactic can make the other party lose their mind.

Roy knew about the opponent's greatsword skills, so...

The moment he swung the greatsword, he threw out four or five feathers, all of them ordinary feathers from the Blue Shadow Falcon.

Anyway, this is a dream, so the materials thrown out won't really disappear.

Stronger materials result in greater strength.

Roy recalled his previous experience of flying using the Boots of Flight, and instantly conceived a spell symbol he had already thought of.

Immediately following.

"flight!"

As soon as the ancient Hermes were uttered, Roy flew directly to the top of the church.

Then--

A pile of materials spilled down.

Some were broken bottles and jars from which fiery red powder flew out, while others were powders that were difficult to distinguish.

It smells like...

Flour?

Even "Utravsky" was completely bewildered by this scene.

He quickly retreated.

but.

A gust of wind blew by, carrying a cloud of powder to his side.

Immediately following.

The flames suddenly burst into flames.

Not only that, but there were also tiny, dense dust particles around the flames, as well as oil stains all over the ground.

Under the grease spell, the enormous bishop struggled to maintain his balance.

The dust filling the sky—

In the instant the flames ignite.

Bang!

A violent explosion engulfed the surrounding area.

What about Roy?

He was surrounded by a mass of water.

This is a water wave spell, but what's different is that it's combined with a continuous flight and levitation spell.

In the dream, Roy didn't care about the loss of materials and used them quite lavishly, basically spending everything he had in one go.

After the massive explosion, the water mass was filled with intense heat, but...

Fortunately, the deepest layer of the water mass is composed of layers of ice.

After the flames subsided, Roy instantly canceled his water and ice spells, causing them to dissipate from his surroundings.

then.

boom!

A giant engulfed in flames leaped up from below, wielding a greatsword that was also ablaze.

The giant bishop is not dead yet!

but.

In that instant, another cloud of dust fell, mixed with some strange grasses, while Roy himself dispelled his flight spell, causing himself to fall rapidly.

The opponent's greatsword grazed past from above.

Just as the "priest" swung his greatsword, intending to kill Roy, the dust above transformed into streaks of silver electricity.

Gala!

The Thundergrass came in handy.

Lightning enveloped the giant bishop, who was clad in armor and wielding a greatsword, and flew heavily overhead, crashing into a wall.

Roy's lips curled into a slight smile.

The giant priest was still alive. He struggled to his feet, looking extremely weak, but Roy remained unhurried, never approaching or making contact.

The other person's eyes were filled with fierceness.

He still has the power to fight back.

Roy knew very well that a Sequence 6 "Dawn Knight" was not so easy to kill. He did not have the ability to take someone's place, unlike Klein who could launch a sudden attack.

and so.

His idea was—

Winning by sheer volume.

Flame, flour, oil.

It's an old trick, but as long as it works, that's fine.

"Minor miscellaneous fish!"

"Is that all you know how to do, you bedbug?"

The other man roared a few times, and as Roy walked further and further away, a deep despair flashed in his eyes. He suddenly threw the weapon in his hand.

but.

He discovered that instead of throwing it, he slammed it forward, splitting a crack in the floor.

Although he could still pass, it was clearly not of his own volition.

Suddenly realizing this, "Utravsky" was stunned, realizing that his rage had come out of nowhere.

This is--

An emotional spell?

No.

It's more like witchcraft that drives one mad and enraged.

He realized what was happening and suddenly felt a wave of weakness and exhaustion, accompanied by a terrifying frenzy in his body.

Immediately afterwards, the giant sword crashed to the ground with a loud thud.

The priest wailed, his body undergoing a horrific mutation in the dream.

Roy had not come any closer until now.

He simply attacked relentlessly with flames, dust, and oil, burning the area around the "priest".

The entire church was almost reduced to ruins.

Eventually, the other party's wails gradually subsided, and the flames burned brighter and brighter, but he had no intention of appreciating them anymore. He used his spirituality to find the position of the candle.

Everything before my eyes collapsed rapidly.

……

In reality, Roy was summarizing what had just happened.

no doubt.

The use of "Berserk Grass" to unleash spells did indeed cause unpredictable consequences—

The madness of the "priest" stems from the extraordinary characteristics that permeate it.

"This tactic might have an extraordinary effect in actual combat."

"but."

"The key is how to use it without the other party noticing, just like this time."

Roy recalled the various spells he had just used, and then a realization dawned on him—

"The magic that a sorcerer studies must be verified and applied to truly determine its effectiveness. There can be no room for complacency during the research process; the necessary vigilance and caution must be maintained."

"in addition."

"Knowledge of materials is also an essential skill for wizards."

Roy felt a huge digestive reaction.

He understands.

My own conclusion is correct.

In addition to mastering witchcraft knowledge, a wizard's knowledge of materials science is also a crucial element, which Roy previously categorized under "witchcraft".

In reality, it is two separate steps.

Roy's lips curled into a slight smile.

The paths to understanding secrets may seem complex, but they all boil down to "mystical knowledge." As long as you follow this path, you're basically on the safe side.

He stared intently at what was in front of him.

The church, which had just been swept away by explosions, flames, lightning, and strong winds, and nearly reduced to ruins, now stood perfectly intact before my eyes.

The priest had already returned to his previous seat—

The middle chair in the first row.

He curled up, leaning forward, and covered his face with his hands.

A liquid, indistinguishable between sweat and tears, kept slipping from his fingertips. After feeling the candle being extinguished, the priest looked up.

Roy was deeply moved.

At this moment, the priest seemed to have been reborn, and his mental state was extremely healthy.

He looked up, his face streaked with tears, but with a peaceful, sunny smile.

He looked at Roy and said kindly, "A very impressive witchcraft performance."

"It's only in a dream, otherwise I wouldn't be willing to use so many materials, which would cost hundreds of gold pounds in total."

Roy responded with a smile.

The priest smiled and joked, "What would you do if you encountered that in real life?"

"Run away, then call a group of friends and kill him together."

Roy smirked slightly. "Why bother with gentlemanly conduct when dealing with a pirate like that?"

"Ha, you're right."

Utravsky smiled.

He straightened his clothes.

"Thank you, my friend. I will provide you with a pharmacist's formula, and I will also give you an extraordinary item."

The priest took out two items.

Same as before.

A blood-drawing syringe and a master key.

After explaining the advantages and disadvantages, Roy smiled and said, "Father, may I switch with you?"

"How do we exchange them?"

The priest did not object, but wanted to ask first.

Roy said, "I have a dagger that can instantly enhance my physique and speed to launch a powerful attack, but it will leave me weak afterwards. I want to trade it for the syringe."

Utravsky thought for a moment.

"There's no use for me carrying a dagger. From now on, I'll stay away from the war unless absolutely necessary."

"Okay, I choose the master key."

Roy sighed softly.

The Assassination Dagger strike might be powerful, but as a wizard, he rarely had the chance to use it.

As for the master key.

He considered whether to give it away or keep it for himself and use it carefully.

This master key is very useful, the only problem is that it can lead to getting lost and is prone to being cursed by Mr. "Door".

The latter is quite deadly.

Klein was lucky, but Roy lacked self-confidence.

Like that day...

If he had still had that key at the time, he might have been out of commission.

and.

Klein's fortune-telling approach also has a good compatibility with it.

We need to find a way to sell it for a good price.

……

The next day.

We've received news from Klein.

To be precise—

There is news about Mr. Fool.

Alger, through his connections in Backlund, found a "Medullary Crystal of the Fairy Spring".

Klein was secretly pleased, and then quickly informed Roy.

Roy was speechless, but still received the materials through a bestowal ceremony and then drove to the Joewood district to deliver them to Klein.

The whole process felt like taking off your pants to fart.

But we have no choice but to do it.

……

On Wednesday, Roy was studying the materials at hand.

He felt that he could not completely trust the teachings of the hidden sages. Based on the knowledge he received from these teachings, he would further analyze each item through temple simulations to determine its true nature.

and so.

He basically didn't leave the house for days, spending all his time researching materials and using them to write his own knowledge books.

Rose Street at night.

A person quietly sneaked into the Harvest Church on Rose Street.

After a moment, Klein walked out with a blank expression, his face showing a mixture of astonishment, disbelief, and a slight sense of disorientation.

Then, he stood at the doorway, lost in thought for a long time.

Where to go next?

After thinking about it, he decided to go find Roy.

Anyway, Klein knows the address.

then--

"Ding-dong".

The doorbell rang.

Roy, who had been lying down to rest, quickly got up and went downstairs. At first, he thought it was Tilly and wondered if something unusual had happened.

result.

Upon opening the door, I saw someone I never expected, but upon reflection, it made perfect sense.

klein.

"Why are you here?"

Even knowing the other party's situation, Roy still shamelessly inquired, even asking in a serious tone, "Is there something wrong with the extraordinary material I gave you?"

"No, that's not it."

Klein shook his head in a low voice, then sighed, "No, that's not it. I sold that extraordinary material for three hundred gold pounds plus a message."

"and then?"

Roy's expression was strange.

A hint of pain flashed across Klein's face, his face twitched, and he forced a smile.

"The information is outdated. The bishop no longer needs help. The commission is cancelled."

That's really sad news.

Roy didn't know how to say it, or even whether he should tell the other person that he was the one who took the reward.

Ok……

After a moment's thought, he decided to use a more "tactful" approach.

"I have two extraordinary items I'm selling. Do you need them? If not, I'll ask around."

"What extraordinary item?"

Klein was stunned.

Roy gestured for him to come in, then went into the living room and took out two items.

One of them was an assassination dagger.

The other item is a master key.

He pondered for a moment and said, "This is very familiar to you, Mr. Azik's dagger. It was once an extraordinary item belonging to a martial arts scholar. I can sell it to you cheaply."

"want!"

Klein nodded emphatically.

nice one.

but.

Thinking about it carefully, it really isn't suitable for Roy.

The opponent fights using witchcraft and other means, so their reliance on and need for it may not be significant.

He looked at the second item.

"And this one?"

"This one is more complicated. It's an extraordinary item that I obtained by chance while completing a commission, but according to my divination, it seems to be cursed. So I can sell it to you cheaply."

???

Klein's first thought was...

Are you planning to sell me an extraordinary, cursed item?

I treat you like a brother, but you treat me like a cousin, right?

then.

Then another thought came to mind.

Commission?

"What request?"

"Ahem, I helped a bishop with some psychological treatment, but I can't go into details."

"..."

Silence is the only sound on Rose Street tonight.

Klein and Roy looked at each other, then Klein took a deep breath, covered his face, and remained silent.

After a long while, he looked up and asked, "What's the purpose of this key?"

"It has all the skills of an apprentice, such as unlocking doors and opening locks. The downside is that you will get lost, and there may be a curse, but I couldn't tell the specifics from the divination."

Roy said.

Klein sighed inwardly, then asked, "How much cheaper?"

"The two items together will cost about six hundred."

Roy said.

This is indeed a very cheap price.

Keep in mind that a single item with a Sequence 9 Extraordinary trait costs around 400 pounds, while these two items together only cost 600 pounds, meaning they didn't even cover the cost price.

He offered a discount, partly because of their relationship, and partly because—

In Backlund, the Assassin's extraordinary traits don't sell very well.

Mr. Men's things are rather unlucky.

He wasn't as bold as Klein, and didn't dare to take it directly to the Mysterious Hall.

Klein was very tempted.

"Think about it, but I don't recommend you take it home tonight."

Why?

Klein was puzzled.

Roy leaned forward: "What if you get lost and happen to run into 'that enemy'?"

"Don't use words like 'coincidentally,' I'm a little scared."

Klein was originally nothing special.

His words made me a little uneasy.

He thought about it.

"I want to go to the restroom."

"Of course, it's over there."

Roy leaned back, his tone relaxed.

Klein nodded and got up to go to the bathroom.

He sat in the chair, a smile playing on his lips.

I really couldn't resist!

No.

We must exercise restraint!

You can't laugh too obviously.

Roy controlled his expression and emotions, and then quietly waited for Klein to return.

A moment later, Klein returned.

After sitting down again, he appeared confident and refreshed.

"Okay, I agree to the deal."

Klein smiled, then his face fell quickly. "But could you wait a while? I don't have any money right now."

"No problem, you can have the things first."

Roy nodded slightly.

Klein thought for a moment and said, "I have things I need that I can't use as collateral for right now..."

"Need not."

Roy smiled slightly. "I believe you."

Klein remained silent for a long time, then nodded solemnly, took two items, and sat down again.

"May I stay the night?"

"Of course, but there aren't many blankets here."

"It's okay, I don't need a blanket."

Klein breathed a sigh of relief.

He wasn't afraid of walking at night before, but after what Roy said earlier, he now feels like he'll run into Rosago whenever he goes out.

If we really met at night...

That was truly like seeing a ghost; no one would answer your cries for help.

not to mention.

There's also the indulgent faction of the Rose School here.

Roy had encountered them before, so he might not necessarily avoid them when he goes out.

Better safe than sorry!

(End of this chapter)