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

Chapter 11 Knowledge Charms - The Door's Whispers

"Useless ramblings, found, Mr. Door's ramblings."

Roy looked at the scraps of paper on the bookshelf and nodded in satisfaction.

really.

There is no such thing as useless trash, only misplaced treasure.

He took out the purple crystal pendant.

Inside the mysterious hall, he didn't need to use carving tools; with just a thought and a little spirituality, he could carve symbols onto it using information flow.

The underlying symbol is naturally the hermit symbol—

Eyes that hold the brilliance of stars.

Then, the ritual magic that should have been set up to stabilize the spirituality could still be omitted in the mysterious temple.

This was a spiritual reminder that Roy received.

Having roughly completed the previous steps, he began the most important one—

Import knowledge into Crystal.

For him, the steps were simple.

Knowledge is activated, and then crystal is imported.

In the blink of an eye, the purple crystal pendant shone brightly, and even a crack appeared, but with the help of the mysterious temple, the crystal was reassembled and fixed.

Ultimately, it remained in a state containing a slight crack.

It worked!

Roy breathed a sigh of relief.

The activation incantation he set for the talisman was "whisper" in ancient Hermes.

It will become Roy's strongest trump card—

Mr. Men's ramblings are most effective against those who try to peep into secrets, but that doesn't mean they're useless against other methods.

It's just too expensive.

Roy was heartbroken; this little talisman had cost him 10 sulphurs.

This doesn't even include the labor costs.

"If it really works, it can be used to make money, but the channels have to be very secretive."

He pondered to himself.

no way.

Roy was really poor; he wished he could conjure up gold pounds.

Although he possesses the extraordinary characteristics of a martial arts scholar, he lacks the martial arts scholar's formula, making direct consumption too dangerous.

His eyes swept across the stars, regretting that he couldn't create a secondary account.

Otherwise, things wouldn't have come to this.

"Perhaps, we could try divination?"

Roy returned to reality, sent his extraordinary abilities to the mysterious temple, and then attempted to decipher the memories within using dream divination.

Then, he obtained a Sequence 9 Secret Man recipe.

"Sequence 8 Fighting Scholar!"

Roy kept repeating it.

but.

Unfortunately, he only saw a portion of the memories—

It was a scene of an old man serving up a magic potion.

"Drink it, and your teacher will become one with you."

There is no recipe.

The other party also drank the complete potion.

Roy sighed.

Such things probably happened frequently in the Morse Order.

A bunch of lunatics!

……

The next day, Roy returned to the Black Iron Bar.

When old Ryan saw him, he suddenly put down his book and said, "Where were you yesterday?"

"School graduation party, what's going on?"

Roy was puzzled.

Old Ryan's face darkened. "A martial arts scholar from the Ascetic Order died nearby," he said. "Did you see him?"

"After I left the school gate, I suddenly remembered that I hadn't said goodbye to my teacher, so I went back to school and didn't meet the people from the ascetic society you mentioned."

Roy answered without hesitation.

Upon hearing this, old Ryan's expression turned serious: "This is a warning from your spirit!"

"So that's how it is..."

"Yes, that martial arts scholar from yesterday should have been loitering around the school, but I don't know who hunted him down."

Old Ryan said.

"Any leads do you have now?"

"No, his spirit has been disturbed, and divination methods have no clue whatsoever."

Old Ryan picked up the book and said slowly, "There are actually many such things, but this is the first time a Sequence 8 has been hunted down, and the other party is in a very bad situation, as if they have seen something terrible."

Roy secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that Mr. Azik handled the body and the aftermath properly after he left.

He thought for a moment and said, "Could it be that he accidentally saw someone, and the backlash from the Eye of Secrets alerted the other party, which is why he was killed?"

"It's not impossible."

Old Ryan pondered for a moment, then said, "It's good that you're alright. I'll send someone to investigate the situation over there."

"Then our people must be careful."

Roy expressed his concern at the opportune moment.

After all, it concerns one's own safety.

Old Ryan shook his head and chuckled, "Well, we'll be careful. You should focus on your studies and training. How's your hand-to-hand combat and firearms skills coming along?"

"There's been some progress; Becky says it's ready for actual combat."

"Starting today, you are officially assigned to the team. Your weekly wage is £7. Your job will be serving dishes, wiping tables, and keeping an eye on passing customers upstairs."

Old Ryan said.

Roy had considered that his future work wouldn't always involve reading and studying, but he never expected that real work would be so "real".

Waiters wiping tables and serving dishes.

He opened his mouth, but then he thought of the £7 weekly wage...

"Yes, Mr. Ryan."

Fortunately, Fors and Klein were unaware of the current situation of "Mr. Hermit," otherwise their worldviews would definitely have been shattered.

Roy thought to himself.

but.

He understood old Ryan's arrangement.

The spirituality of those who seek the secrets is extremely high, and their spirituality and intuition surpass those of ordinary people. Sometimes, they can perceive things that ordinary people with general knowledge cannot.

"Let me share my experience with you. When you get there, you need to pay close attention and observe carefully, but at the same time, you should combine this with your own spiritual guidance and avoid looking or observing randomly."

Old Ryan recounted the past.

There used to be another spy at the Black Iron Bar, but during one observation, he saw a beautiful young lady who turned out to be a hermit who sensed he was being spied on.

finally--

The voyeur was killed.

"Don't look at what you shouldn't see, because as voyeurs, are we constantly surrounded by mystery and madness?"

Roy continued the conversation.

Old Ryan nodded: "Yes."

Roy struck a pose as if he had "suddenly realized" something, but after the performance, he didn't dare tell old Ryan immediately that he had completely digested it, as that would still be too exaggerated.

This gesture will reinforce old Ryan's impression of his digestion progress—

He decided to take ten days to gradually demonstrate his progress in "digestion" in the eyes of others.

Roy went upstairs in a thoughtful manner.

Once upstairs, he was assigned to be a waiter who wiped tables and carried plates. He spent the whole day carrying plates and wiping tables, while using his voyeuristic eyes to observe the ethereal, mental, and astral bodies of the passing guests.

From these "Three-Body Problems," we can roughly discern whether the other party might be an extraordinary being.

At the end of the day, Roy hadn't gained much, but something did remind him of something.

If you do the math, tonight is the full moon.

The time for Lao Fuersi.

Roy controlled his exploratory desires, trying to retain his intelligence as much as possible, lest he cause trouble while rescuing people tonight.

but.

He vaguely remembered.

In the original story, Klein died while researching the notebook, and Zhou Mingrui came down from the Source Castle in the last few days. In this life, it seems that he was still affected by him, so much so that the research time was brought forward.

I wonder how Klein is doing now.

Roy served the drinks.

"Guest, your tequila."

"Okay, thank you."

The other person had a very pleasant voice, was polite, and even gave a small tip.

Although it was only 3 pence.

Roy glanced at the other person, whose round face and astral body revealed a pleasant mood, but when he caught a glimpse of the group packing up and leaving, he immediately thanked them and then took a towel to wipe the table.

That person had just drunk a few glasses of wine.

Not long after, a commotion arose outside, sounding like a parade.

Roy walked to the door and asked the security guard, puzzled, "What happened?"

"It seems that several people were crushed to death by the damaged machinery, and the workers are demanding that the factory inspect and replace all the equipment."

Two security guards at the entrance answered.

Roy's gaze swept around, and indeed, the people walking outside were all workers, each of their etheric bodies displaying an unhealthy color.

He remained silent for a moment, then turned and went back to the bar.

When I turned around, the young man who had been drinking and giving tips was already gone.

Roy wiped the table and continued with his work.

(End of this chapter)