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

Chapter 112 The Fool: Only Spiritual Support Can Be Offered! [Second Update]

"A party, wanna go check it out?"

Roy's lips curled into a slight smile.

I always feel...

In the past, there would have been some fun to watch tonight.

Unfortunately, he was not a nobleman, nor had he received an invitation, and he no longer needed to reinforce his image to complete the role.

Next, all that's needed is to study witchcraft.

After seeing Fors off, Roy returned home and began studying the materials.

He did manage to figure out a little about werewolf fur...

Ok.

Hair regrowth therapy.

Its material properties, when guided and extracted spiritually, can release magic, causing hair to grow rapidly.

Many people will probably be overjoyed.

such as--

Mr. Dunn, whose current situation is unknown.

Roy sighed.

Mr. Azik sent them a message through Nina, and after that, they heard nothing more from him and never sent another text message.

"Azik's condition is probably not good either."

"They want to eliminate Klein's helpers one by one, putting more pressure on him and forcing him to grow under pressure."

"This must be the work of the Goddess of the Night."

Roy sighed, then quickly erased the memory, sealing it on a single page.

If you take this kind of memory out with you, you might end up on the list yourself.

That night, he continued his study of witchcraft.

The Hidden Sage is probably too busy; he hasn't been giving him serious lessons lately, mostly just throwing in some random bits of knowledge.

but.

From the fragmented knowledge, he still managed to deduce a form of witchcraft.

Entanglement technique.

This technique is relatively simple; it can be achieved using leaves, along with vines or ropes, to create an entangling effect.

The strength of witchcraft depends on the strength of spiritual power, as well as the amount of leaves, vines, and ropes.

Roy could sense it.

For every spell he researches and experiments with, a fraction of his wizard potion is consumed.

It might not even take a week.

Roy had a gut feeling—

I'm not far from fully digesting it; I might only need a few more studies of witchcraft and to summarize a set of rules for research.

and.

He already had a vague idea of ​​which direction it was going.

……

Nighttime, inside a villa in Queens.

"Audrey, why are you here so early today?"

"I can't wait to have the party today."

Audrey smiled sweetly.

Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly heard the sounds below abruptly stop. She looked down from the upstairs railing and saw Gary from the Zabia family with a beautifully dressed young girl.

Audrey's eyes lit up immediately.

"Is she Dillin? The reclusive young lady from the Zabia family?"

"It seems so. I heard that something happened to the Zabia family recently, but out of basic courtesy, I still sent Gary an invitation."

Grynt was also surprised, "I didn't expect that not only Gary came, but his sister came along too."

"You need to go and greet them, otherwise it would be very impolite."

"Right, right, I forgot."

Grelint immediately went downstairs.

Audrey stood on top, looking down at Dillin, quietly observing her.

This was the first time she had seen Dillin since becoming a viewer.

This troubled girl was notorious in aristocratic circles.

She still had no interest in these kinds of dances, and deep down she was still reluctant to socialize, but the reason might not be that she was afraid of strangers...

Rather, it's because she looks down on these people her own age.

Yes, those jealous and competitive noble ladies really don't inspire any interest in befriending them.

A rare endorsement from Audrey.

but.

As a member of the Hall family, she had to maintain a facade of politeness and decorum.

"She seems to be looking for someone."

Audrey narrowed her eyes.

Dilline's gaze darted discreetly through the crowd, but Audrey still noticed this subtle movement.

Who should I contact?

She followed her gaze and finally discovered that Dillian's target was none other than Grelint, who had just come downstairs.

"Viscount Grelint, thank you for your invitation. This is my sister, Dillin Zabia."

"Hello, Mr. Grelint, please forgive my uninvited visit."

"Oh, beautiful lady, it's my honor to have you here."

Grynt praised sincerely.

Dillian looked stunning tonight. She had dressed up meticulously, wearing a black dress that perfectly contrasted with her incredibly fair skin.

Any man would pause for a moment upon seeing this.

Dilline smiled and said, "Thank you for your compliment."

"Um, how about we talk upstairs?"

Grelint knew that the other person didn't like socializing and might be uncomfortable in crowded places.

"Okay, thank you."

Dilline gave a graceful bow.

Gary, standing behind Grelint, secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Grelint, you're so thoughtful."

"Hehe, it's nothing, friend. Your sister is my sister too. We have common interests, don't we?"

Grynt smiled.

Gary sighed, "I might have to give up."

Why?

Grylint was slightly surprised, then he pondered for a moment and said, "To be honest, I already have news that we may soon embark on a truly mysterious path."

"I also met a gentleman who was mysterious and powerful, a true wizard who understood the mysticism, but unfortunately he wasn't interested in me."

Gary sighed, "Also..."

"What's wrong?"

"Grelint asked in a low voice."

Upstairs, Dillian turned back and asked, "Gentlemen, what are you talking about? May I hear too?"

"Uh, it's nothing."

……

During the ball, Gretel and Audrey waited in a small room, while Fors Wall arrived in a hurry.

"Sorry I'm late, the damn carriage is too slow."

Fors immediately apologized.

Grelint didn't mind such a small matter and quickly asked, "How is it?"

"I got it."

Fors smiled and took out a piece of paper. "I've divined it, and it's correct. As long as you prepare the medicine according to the ingredients and dosages on it, you can become a true pharmacist."

"Thank you so much, Fors!"

Grynt was thrilled.

Pharmacist!

I finally got it.

He picked up the paper, paced back and forth, then stopped and said, "Fors, I won't shortchange you the 350 pounds, but could you do me another favor..."

"I'll try my best to collect it for you."

Fors nodded.

Greening nodded: "I won't shortchange you on your commission."

"it is good."

Fors revealed a radiant smile.

Beside her, Audrey calmly took a sip of tea.

It seems Fors made a lot of money.

She thought to herself.

After chatting for a while, they broke up and came out.

All that could be seen was a beautiful woman in a black dress leaning against the second-floor corridor, looking at Fors, who was the most unfamiliar person to her.

"Miss Wall? Thank you for your book. Although half of it is fake, it did help my not-so-bright brother understand the mystery."

Caught off guard, Fors froze on the spot. Seeing the suspicious looks from Grylls and Audrey, she forced a stiff smile.

"Well, Mr. Gary has always wanted to buy my book, and I couldn't refuse him. But I was also afraid he would notice something was wrong, so I forged a little bit."

She explained with an awkward laugh.

Dilline put the pendant away and smiled, "It's alright, it's very useful and helped me a lot."

Does she also understand the occult?

Gretel was somewhat surprised, while Audrey instantly understood the other party's goal for the day.

Grynt, Fors.

Or rather—

This potentially extraordinary gathering.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Dillin Zabia. I am a half-Spy. I have been instilled with knowledge by the Hidden Sage, so I should be considered to know some things."

The Hidden Sage!

Fors' eyes were bright.

According to Mr. Hermit, the Hermit is a deity revered by the Morse Order.

Is it...

Is the other party from the Morse Order?

or.

Does Miss Dilling know anything about the Morse Order?

She paused for a moment, then looked at Grelint and Audrey.

From a personal perspective, she was willing to communicate more with Dillin, but the two nobles were actually the ones who led this gathering.

"Can."

Audrey spoke.

……

Inside the mysterious hall, Roy was analyzing the properties of materials and contemplating the direction of new witchcraft when a phantom prayer rang out.

Then, the star map appeared.

He saw the star representing "Fors" shining.

Point your finger.

"Respected Hermit, I met a half-secret seeker at the gathering. She asked us for information about the Ascetic Order of Morse."

Ok?

Fors met Dilling?

It seems that Dilling has joined Fors, Audrey, and Grynt's party.

Roy understood.

He kept listening, and then he started to lose his composure.

"Furthermore, I had no choice but to recite the name of another great being, though only a part of it, but I still want to ask if there will be any problems."

Fors stumbled a bit when he said the second half of the sentence, afraid that the hermit would doubt his "piety".

Roy's expression froze slightly, then he chuckled softly.

"Don't worry about it."

The sound was extracted and transmitted to Fors through the connection.

In the washroom, Fors was praying fervently, hoping that the hermit would not offend him due to his carelessness.

Then, a voice rang out.

"Don't worry about it."

The echoing sounds, and the flow of information...

It's the Hermit!

She breathed a slight sigh of relief, then secretly blamed herself.

"I didn't intend to read it aloud; I just wanted to warn them to be careful with this kind of information! Why did I read it aloud, and in Hermes no less... Fors, if Hugh knew, he'd laugh himself to death!"

She applied water to her face, then wiped it with a silk cloth before walking outside.

……

Above the gray fog, Klein sat in his seat, somewhat bewildered and confused.

He had just heard the prayers and rushed over to check, only to find that the other party had hung up halfway through.

but.

Immediately afterwards, Miss Justice began to pray in a low voice, and a connection was formed through the sound of her prayers.

He thus saw the situation—

Two people sat facing each other in a narrow prayer room.

One man and one woman.

It's clear that Miss Justice and the man, who represent the "perspective" position, are of higher status, while the woman opposite them is slightly lower.

but.

The speaker appeared to be a woman in a pale yellow dress.

"Friends, it is very dangerous to chant the name of an evil god, especially in Hermes. I have just set a bad example, and I hope you will not follow it."

"Although they have no ill intentions towards us, sometimes the words or gaze of evil gods can be harmful."

A woman in a pale yellow dress sat on the sofa, talking eloquently about the dangers of chanting the name of an unknown evil god.

Klein was starting to lose his composure.

Madam, you've done a great job with your propaganda, but do you know that the evil god you're talking about is watching you silently?

He leaned back in his seat, almost wanting to laugh, then realized—

It might not have been Fors who wanted to use Hermes, but rather Miss Justice who guided and hinted at it to some extent.

After becoming a mind reader, Miss Justice's audience abilities have become even stronger.

He sighed.

Then, just as the connection between the two was about to disappear, Klein suddenly sensed that something was wrong.

That blurry, ambiguous figure...

Ok?

It looks so familiar!

Klein sat in his seat, lost in thought, wondering where he might have seen that figure before.

He was certain that he had never met this woman in real life.

but.

Her figure and voice gave Klein a strange sense of familiarity, as if he had seen her before.

Klein paused, taken aback.

I've never seen this at a tarot reading session.

I've never seen it in real life.

Then there's only one possibility—

A mysterious study group.

There was only one woman at the study session, Miss "Number 1". The two women did have similar figures and voices.

Also.

Based on previous speculation, Miss Number 1 and Audrey knew each other.

This also corroborated my conjecture.

The two do know each other.

Then he remembered Audrey's earlier request.

hiss!

Klein leaned back in his chair.

Fortunately, I knew in advance, and this lady may have been exposed to a lot of knowledge at the esoteric study session, so she dared not directly recite the name of the revered one.

Until Miss Justice guided and hinted at...

Thank goodness that's how it is!

Otherwise, if that lady had recited her own name without my knowledge, I might have had the idea of ​​dragging her into the gray fog.

By then, perhaps the other party will discover—

Some of the things Mr. Fool said actually overlapped significantly with what was mentioned at the gathering, or were either paraphrases of what Mr. Hermit said...

That would be too outrageous.

Klein let out a long sigh of relief.

Thank you, Miss Justice, you saved me from a truly horrible and embarrassing situation!

Klein fiddled with the pendant, then made a note of something—

We must be more careful in future personnel vetting!

It must be confirmed that the other party has nothing to do with the "mysterious study group".

Klein secretly passed through.

Then, another question came to mind.

There's something wrong with this lady. What about the short girl who chanted her own name earlier?

She might also be a member recommended by Miss Justice.

Klein was caught in a dilemma.

Just then, another illusory voice of prayer came.

The sound became more urgent, as if it was encountering some kind of danger. He immediately extended his spiritual senses to the sound and saw the short girl he had just been thinking about running away quickly in the alley.

She was in very bad shape; in addition to being tracked, she seemed to be suffering from some kind of terrible delirium and pollution.

Klein looked closely.

It looks familiar.

This is rambling and pollution from the mysterious path of the supplicants!

Using this ability...

They are at least hermits, or even the Rose Bishop.

Klein's expression hardened.

"Great being, whoever you are, please help me!"

"..."

But I don't know how to help you. Although I am a "great being", I am only at Sequence 8 at the moment.

Aside from offering emotional support, I don't think I can provide any substantial help.

Klein quickly pondered.

He took out the pendant and tried to divine the other person's location.

Bridge area.

The area near the docks.

Although I could certainly get there myself, it was like trying to quench a thirst with water from afar; it was utterly useless.

As for pulling the other party into the gray fog.

That's also an option.

but.

The other party is fleeing for their life. Even if they are covered in the gray fog, they will still die. They won't be of any help!

Klein frowned.

After thinking for a few seconds, he came up with a solution.

Klein quickly returned to reality, took some materials to the gray fog, and then set up a ceremony in the hall.

He intends to set up a spiritual enhancement ritual here, and then, through the connection of prayer, attempt to transfer the effects of the spiritual enhancement ritual through the gray mist.

Klein wasn't sure if it would work.

however.

This was the only solution he could think of.

A moment later, the ritual was complete. Klein's spirituality extended, leveraging the power of the gray mist to coordinate with the ritual, and then—

A relatively stable spiritual channel has emerged.

……

"Great beings, please save me!"

Never before had Hugh felt so desperate.

She regretted it.

If she had known this would happen, she wouldn't have risked coming out.

I was hoping to earn as much money as possible before I died, to help Fors build a fortune, but I never expected to run into a guy like this—

They had only met briefly, but the other person's roar and delirium had lingered in her ears for so long, and even showed signs of polluting her mind.

At this moment, it seems there are still pursuers behind us.

If this continues...

I will die!

"Fors, I'm sorry, I can't go back."

Xiu silently apologized in her heart, drew her triangular dagger, and resolved to fight the person behind her. But at that moment, she felt the murmurs fading away.

Through the blur, she saw wisps of gray mist falling from above, and then...

Even more terrifying delirious murmurs followed.

but.

This kind of babbling is relatively mild, having undergone some special filtering; although it is chaotic and terrifying, it does not drive her mad.

Upon closer inspection, above the layers of gray fog, there seemed to be a vaguely indistinct figure, sitting reclining in a chair and sighing softly.

Hugh paused for a moment, then quickly fled towards the Joewood district.

That great being sheltered me!

She thought of Fors's words—

Not every evil god is evil; I was lucky enough to encounter a benevolent evil god who was willing to protect me in times of crisis.

Hurry up and escape.

Without the interference of the terrifying babbling, her mental state improved significantly, and she was able to escape much faster.

I hope she can escape.

Klein sat slumped in his chair, sighing softly. As a failed evil god, he could offer no help beyond spiritual support.

Xiu is still familiar with the East District and the Bridge District.

Although the people behind her were chasing her closely, after a struggle and escape, she ran while shouting for help, and the direction she ran in was towards the Qiaoqu Police Station.

The people behind seemed to have given up the chase.

Klein breathed a sigh of relief, then thought of another problem—

Should we invite the other person into the Tarot Club?

Normally, it's possible, since he has completely digested the clown potion, his spiritual energy is relatively abundant, he has obtained the potion recipe, and the materials are being prepared...

Promotion to Rank 7 shouldn't be a problem.

but.

Her friend might be Miss "Number 1"!

(End of this chapter)