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

Chapter 113 Goal? To Make Life Better

Late at night, in an apartment in the Joewood district.

"Hugh, where have you been?"

Hearing the noise, Fors immediately came out of the house and was shocked to see her covered in blood.

"Huh! Are you alright?!"

"No, he's not dead."

Xiu entered the door and collapsed to the ground, limp and weak.

Fors immediately ran over, helped her up, and dragged her to a chair while asking, "What happened?"

"I hadn't inquired about the East District for a long time, so I went for a walk around there. Then I heard that someone had spotted Lanius, so I went out to take a look."

Hugh's lips trembled slightly, his eyes filled with fear. "Lanius, he's terrifying. He also has a bodyguard, who seems to be from the Aurora Society. I was almost driven insane by his corruption."

"and you……"

Aurora Viewing!

Fors's heart tightened.

Almost contaminated—

This is no small matter; there may be hidden risks involved.

She almost said she should ask "Mr. Hermit" for help, but stopped herself immediately when she realized she hadn't gotten his permission.

As Xiu recalled the scene of exploding flesh and blood, his heart pounded even harder.

She looked at Fors.

"Fors, thankfully I got the sheriff's recipe at Mr. A's party and bought the materials to become a Sequence 8, otherwise I would be dead."

"Even with His protection, it's the same."

Hugh was very fortunate.

Fortunately, during this time, Fors suddenly started to work hard and compete fiercely, which made her run errands to earn money as well. Together, the two of them managed to gather enough potions and materials for Sequence 8.

Otherwise, she would definitely be a pile of minced meat by now.

Fors listened and nodded repeatedly, praising "Mr. Hermit" in his heart once again, before realizing something was wrong.

"He? Which 'He'?"

"The one whose name I recited, I recited the name of all the other gods but they did not respond, only this Fool responded to me."

As Hugh spoke, his voice grew softer and softer, and he kept glancing at Fors.

Fors laughed in exasperation.

"What time is it? Of course, survival is the most important thing! I've already said that not every evil god is evil. They are called evil gods only because they are not righteous gods and are not recognized."

For example, Mr. Hermit.

Fors added in his mind.

A deity like the Hermit is fundamentally different from an evil god like the Hidden Sage or the True Creator.

After a moment's thought, Xiu said, "Fors, in any case, I must thank this fool, otherwise I might not be here today."

Fors frowned slightly.

This "fool"...

The hermit only said that there would be no problem now, but the future was uncertain.

She hesitated for a moment, but in the end, she didn't say it.

First, no one can predict the future.

Secondly, failing to repay kindness might anger this fool and ultimately bring disaster upon oneself.

She nodded gently: "I know some things about rituals, so I can help you set up the ritual altar."

"Fors, you know so much."

That's because I have an all-knowing hermit behind me, and everyone in the Mysterious Study Group is exchanging ideas with me.

of course.

And Mr. Hyde!

Fors smiled slightly.

She returned to her room, rummaged around, and found some spellcasting materials and a silver knife. She then returned to the living room to begin the ritual.

After a few minutes.

"Alright, you can use whatever prayer you like."

"it is good."

After a moment's thought, he began to chant in Hermes:

"A fool who doesn't belong to his time."

"You are the mysterious ruler above the gray fog."

"You are the king of yellow and black who holds the key to good fortune."

"I beg for your help."

"I……"

……

The illusory sound of prayer rose again.

This brought him back to reality. After finishing his meal, Klein had to put down his chores, wipe his hands on a cloth, and then go to his more secluded bedroom.

Then, he took four steps backward and rose into the gray mist.

Through the connection of rituals and prayers, Klein saw the other person's complete appearance.

With her chubby face, youthful features, and a height of no more than 1.5 meters, it's easy to underestimate her.

But perhaps because of her sequence, she also possessed an indescribable air of authority.

As for the woman in the pale yellow dress next to her.

no doubt.

She is "Number 1," a fellow enthusiast in my study group, and currently seems to be the woman favored by the Hermit.

"Judging from the current situation, Number 1 and this young lady are clearly not well-off and should not be considered nobles."

"Their activity area may actually be closer to the East District and the Bridge District area."

"Bridge area, aurora viewing."

Klein took a deep breath and finally made his decision.

see!

He considered himself a "fool," and before his true identity was revealed, no one dared to disrespect him.

and.

it's actually really easy.

As long as the message is "not to be shared without permission," communication between the two of them can be effectively prevented, thus avoiding being exposed.

Just don't include "Number 1".

Klein sat up straight, his spirituality extending, and pulled Hugh up above the gray mist.

In the living room, Fors paced back and forth, looking somewhat uneasy.

……

"I'm really curious about what's going on with Fors and the others now."

"Unfortunately, she didn't pray actively, or have the desire or will to enter, so I had no way of knowing her situation."

Roy sighed.

I feel empty inside if I miss out on a meal of melon.

He returned to reality, toying with a ruby-like heart in his hand.

This is the Rose Bishop Extraordinary Trait that Nina obtained from Ms. M. Previously, Roy had kept it in the Mysterious Temple to avoid the "Law of Extraordinary Trait Aggregation".

Now that we're taking it out, it's certainly not to sell it for money.

The path to becoming a Mystic is completely controlled by the Aurora Society, and very few outsiders who become Mystic survive and advance to higher ranks.

Like Heath...

It's not just one in ten thousand, but in the entire Extraordinary Realm, there's only one possible case of someone going directly from an ordinary person to Sequence 6.

Roy took it down because he wanted to use it to experiment with witchcraft.

pity.

Failed.

Flesh magic cannot be achieved through witchcraft. Of course, it's also possible that Roy knows too little about flesh magic and his knowledge is not comprehensive enough.

Roy sent the extraordinary properties back to the mysterious temple through the ritual, and then pondered his next step.

Witchcraft requires the accumulation of knowledge, the most important of which is the understanding and mastery of materials from various fields.

He sat in his seat, his fingers lightly tapping the table.

The Hidden Sage hasn't been paying much attention to himself lately; he's not very active in class.

Perhaps the Morse order didn't kill enough people.

Roy thought back to "Dilyn".

This girl certainly has potential, but it's also true that he has no interest in her.

If you train someone in the same sequence, you'll have to send out extra materials, which is completely unnecessary.

Instead of wasting time on that, you should train a lawyer.

He has all the main ingredients from Sequence 9 to Sequence 7, and he also has the potion recipes from Sequence 9 to Sequence 7, which is more than enough to train a briber.

pity--

Such promising young talents are rare!

Roy sighed for a moment, then suddenly paused, remembering someone.

At the "Eye of Wisdom" gathering, there seems to be a woman with a lawyer's background, and behind her seems to be an artisan who is not part of the official organization.

Roy's heart fluttered for a moment, then he sighed regretfully.

The other side has a craftsman as a support, and may indeed lack potion recipes in the short term, but they are unlikely to be as loyal to you as Tilly.

We still have to select from the bottom up.

Alternatively, choose someone you know.

Roy paused, a person flashing through his mind.

It wasn't Dilling, it was Gary.

Although he was also from a noble family, he was relatively loyal and had a relatively good moral compass.

This can be seen from the fact that Gary doesn't engage with "Spirit Dance".

Secondly, he also has a great deal of curiosity about the mystical world, and has had some contact with and understanding of it.

There is another benefit.

Through him, one can learn about his sister's whereabouts and find the members of the Morse Order.

"We can talk."

Roy tapped his fingers lightly.

……

The following day, Roy unusually went to the Secret Club on a Saturday.

Ollie was surprised by this.

of course.

What surprised him even more was—

Gary.

The young nobleman was packing his things, seemingly planning to leave and return to his life as a wealthy young master.

When he turned around and saw Roy...

"Mr. Rowling? What brings you here? You usually come on Thursdays or Fridays."

Gary was overjoyed and wanted to give him a hug, but after wiping his hands and body, he chuckled awkwardly, "Mr. Rowling, I'm a little dirty."

"fine."

Roy smiled and said, "Gary, are you leaving?"

"Yes, I may not have much talent in the mysterious field, and my father insisted that I work in the legal profession to contribute to the family."

Gary sighed, "Oh, Mr. Rowling, I really don't like being told what to do, but I also clearly realize that it is because of my family that I can freely choose what kind of life to live, so I have to obey."

He walked to the window.

Roy looked out and noticed that the yellow crystal room where Gary was located faced the South District, and across the river, they could see River Bend Park.

Gary pointed over there and said.

"What a beautiful garden, but apart from the wealthy or businessmen organizing events, no one actually plays around there because they don't have the time."

Roy carefully examined the boy in front of him.

He discovered...

The other party actually has many advantages.

He just hadn't noticed it before.

Roy smiled, closed the citrine door, and then said, "Gary, are you interested in becoming an Extraordinary?"

"what?"

Gary looked surprised.

He pointed to himself, his face filled with disbelief.

"I?"

"Um."

Roy nodded.

Gary didn't understand. He hesitated for a moment, then asked directly, "Why me?"

"You mean to ask why I seem to have lost interest in your sister?"

Roy voiced his inner doubts.

Gary nodded slightly.

Roy sighed.

"Your sister is very smart, too smart. She has a lot of ideas, and I find it hard to judge whether nurturing her will bring me benefits or harm."

He chuckled as he spoke, "Have you ever heard the story of the farmer and the snake?"

Gary nodded: "The story of Emperor Roselle is in the anthology; most nobles read this story from childhood."

"Then you should understand what I mean."

"..."

Gary thought for a moment, then his expression changed. "Are you worried that she might betray you for personal gain in the future?"

"No?"

Roy smiled.

Gary wanted to retort at first, but after opening his mouth, he sat down speechlessly.

My younger sister has been autistic since childhood.

but.

The younger sister, rather than being withdrawn, was more arrogant.

He vaguely understood.

but.

Aren't you worried about me?

"In the extraordinary realm, once a path is chosen, allies and enemies are born."

Roy said, "In a sense, people in the same order are enemies, and you and I are not on the same path. Gary, you need to remember that."

"Sir, I, uh, to be honest, I'm not prepared."

Gary was somewhat confused.

He had given up all hope for himself, but then Mr. Rowling turned around and said he could become an extraordinary being...

This was completely unexpected.

He thought for a long time, then asked, "You said we're not on the same path, so what kind of extraordinary person can I become?"

"The best approach for your current situation."

Roy's lips curled into a slight smile. "Lawyer."

"ha?"

Gary stared in astonishment, his eyes widening in disbelief. "Lawyers are extraordinary too?"

"That's the name of the potion, just like your sister, who is half a natural esper, but you obviously don't have any extraordinary traits inherited from her."

Roy said.

Gary nodded: "Of course, Dillian and I don't have the same mother. I just wanted to take care of her since she was little."

really.

The extraordinary characteristics of the Seer are inherited from Dilling's mother.

Roy understood.

Gary thought for a moment and said, "Sir, as a nobleman, I understand that there are no free lunches in this world. I'd like to know, well, perhaps it's not very respectful, but I'd like to know what you hope to get from me."

At that moment, he picked up the aristocratic skills he had been taught since childhood.

Roy changed his position.

"I need you to keep an eye on your sister, watch out for any strangers around her, and then write them down and tell me."

"who are they?"

Gary calmly pressed for an answer.

Roy said in a serious tone, "The Morse Order, they believe in the 'Hidden Sages,' and the ritual magic at the tomb is their doing."

Gary thought for a moment, then sighed, "I don't think I have a reason to refuse."

"Don't you want to enter this mysterious circle?"

Roy smiled.

Gary didn't answer immediately, but thought for a moment before saying, "I'd like to, but my experiences over the years have made me feel that I might not be suitable."

"Congratulations, you already possess the best qualities to become an extraordinary person."

Roy smiled.

Gary's expression froze slightly, then he scratched his head sheepishly and said, "Sir, even if you want me to help you, there's no need for such praise, is there?"

"Do you think I said that to get your help?"

Roy shook his head. "No, the more you realize that, the more cautious you'll become, because you understand that you're not some kind of genius."

"And what about the genius?"

"Some people went up to great heights, some went mad, and many died."

Roy said.

After hearing this, Gary opened his mouth, then took a deep breath.

"What should I do?"

"If you want to become a lawyer, then go and gather these materials today, and leave the rest to me."

Roy smiled.

Gary glanced at it.

Refreshing essential oils, memory powder...

These things are neither common nor rare; anyone with a slight understanding of the mysterious knows where to buy them.

He nodded immediately and prepared to leave.

"etc."

"Um?"

"You can come find me here later, or you can go to the South District and find someone named 'Tilly'."

Roy handed him a piece of paper with his address written on it.

Gary nodded to indicate that he understood.

……

In the evening, Gary came downstairs.

Roy brought him in.

Then he introduced him to Gary.

"Gary, she's the Tilly I told you about."

Roy explained.

After bowing, Tilly introduced herself: "Hello, my name is Tilly Dram, and I am currently a fortune teller."

A fortune teller?

Is this also a profession?

No.

Perhaps it's like the "lawyer" title I'm about to receive—a title for some extraordinary person.

Gary thought to himself thoughtfully.

"Have you collected all the materials?"

"Yes."

Gary pulled out a bag filled with the necessary materials.

Roy nodded: "I'll help you prepare the potion. Tilly, you explain the basics to him."

"Yes, sir."

Tilly nodded.

Roy took the ingredients into the kitchen, and a minute or two later he came out carrying a bowl of pitch-black, jelly-like drink.

After listening to the introduction, Gary's previous anxiety and unease seemed to have subsided considerably.

Because he discovered...

The so-called extraordinary and mysterious seem to be nothing special.

Everyone seems to treat it as a job, and then just go with the flow, and before they know it, they've absorbed it.

"Drink it."

"I'm fine, okay."

Gary took it, then took a deep breath and drank it all in one gulp.

After a moment, he heard murmurs.

It felt like someone was nearby, saying all sorts of things, but I couldn't quite make out what they were saying.

Then, with Roy's help, he quickly mastered meditation and restrained his spirituality.

At that moment, he truly felt the difference.

lawyer.

"Congratulations, lawyer."

"Thank you, sir. Without your guidance, I would not have been able to enter this mysterious door."

Gary let out a sigh of relief.

He said solemnly, "I will repay you."

"There's no need to be so serious about repayment. I choose people based on their character and personality, not on your repayment."

Roy shook his head. "I hope everyone's goals are aligned."

"What's the goal?"

Tilly was taken aback.

Do they still have goals?

She thought it was just about running a gang, gathering information, and making money.

Roy looked into the distance.

"On a broader scale, let's make the world a better place."

"To put it more simply, let's make the life around us better and more in line with our inner desires."

He finished speaking and pointed to the South District.

"For example, there are fewer homeless people in the South District now, but this is only a temporary solution."

Tilly naturally knew something about these homeless people.

She thought about it.

He vaguely understood what Roy meant.

He didn't want to see so many homeless people, so he took action and actually changed the situation.

This is Roy.

It's that simple, there aren't many complicated reasons.

She bowed and paid her respects.

"As you wish."

Gary also stood up, but after thinking for a moment, he hesitated and said, "To be honest, it's difficult."

"Yes, it's very difficult; even the gods might not be able to do it."

Roy sighed.

If becoming a god could make the world completely obey one's will, then the world one desires would be far too simple.

He silently looked outside and said, "Let me tell you one more of my own. I think those who seek secrets shouldn't be so crazy, so I want to destroy the Morse Order."

Gary bowed.

"I lack knowledge about the Morse Order, but if what you say is true, I will do everything in my power to help you achieve it."

Just like yesterday, Chapter Two will be released at noon. No need to wait.

(End of this chapter)