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

Chapter 12 Debt Makes People Strive

"How was your first day working there?"

Suna smiled.

Her full name is Suna Shia.

In addition to being a receptionist, she is also a knowledgeable person of Sequence 9.

"It's alright, a bit tiring, but it's also a good experience."

Roy stretched.

He looked outside and asked, "Are there frequent demonstrations like today?"

"There have been many protests, but few involving mechanical accidents. In such cases, our church will definitely intervene and investigate. If it really is a problem with the factory owner not updating or maintaining the equipment..."

"What will happen?"

"A fine, what else can we do? There's nothing we can do."

Suna sighed.

Roy was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Indeed."

"Miss Suna, I'm heading back now."

"Go back now, I still have some accounts to take care of. Close the door for me."

"it is good."

……

On the way back, Roy looked up and saw the full, bright moon.

It's another full moon night.

He quickened his pace and returned home in half the usual time, after which his consciousness ascended to the mysterious palace.

After a moment, a star emitting a dim purple light appeared.

A slight feeling.

Fors's figure was reflected above.

He used his spiritual numbers and information to quickly pull her into the mysterious hall.

The next instant, a familiar, huddled figure appeared in the hall.

Fors was trembling all over.

It wasn't until several seconds later that she realized—

The pain in my body has disappeared!

She looked up.

A familiar scene, a familiar "Hermit".

He saved himself once again.

She immediately rose and bowed respectfully and solemnly, saying, "Your Excellency the Hermit, thank you for your protection!"

"This will come at a price. Also, you can just call me Mr. Hermit."

Roy said calmly.

Fors immediately replied, "I am actively seeking to become stronger and searching for mystical knowledge, but I don't know if that's what you're looking for—"

"You can hold it and repeatedly recall its contents."

As he spoke, a blank sheet of paper appeared in front of Fors.

Fors reached out and then recalled what she had seen.

Then, a long text appeared on the paper.

Roy took it.

Ok?

This is……

Russell's diary?

No.

This is messy writing; it's probably a copied or forged diary.

but.

The conversation between Russell and another person was mentioned above.

Upon closer inspection, Roy deciphered some of it.

"That place is foolproof."

The other person's answer appeared very messy in the diary; the copyist even copied the name incorrectly, making it look like scribbles.

but.

Based on the plot of the original work, he was able to guess the approximate timeframe—

This must be Roselle's diary entry from before he decided to build his ninth tomb on that small island.

There are other dialogues as well, which should also be with "Green".

pity.

The text is too messy.

Fors looked up cautiously, her heart pounding with unease. "I heard that this is an artifact of Emperor Roselle, and many people collect and decipher it, perhaps because it contains hidden knowledge. That's why I bought it."

"This is a version copied by later generations, and the text is completely messed up."

Roy put it aside.

Fors was dumbfounded—

She even paid a price of 5 gold pounds for this!

Although it was considered cheap among esoteric knowledge items, it was still a considerable expense for her.

That damned profiteer!

Then, she couldn't help but catch her breath.

After the anger subsided, Fors realized...

The other party was able to understand the writings of Emperor Roselle.

That is mysterious knowledge that countless extraordinary people have studied in vain but have failed to grasp!

He truly lives up to his reputation as a recluse.

Fors quickly thought of how to make up for it, otherwise there might not be a next time.

After racking her brains, she scratched her head and said dejectedly, "The rest of the esoteric knowledge is probably even inferior to it."

Miss Fors, you didn't try your best to search, did you?

Roy thought to himself.

The other person's emotions and expressions were just like those of a child who hadn't finished their homework.

He didn't speak.

After thinking for a long time, Forl gritted his teeth and said, "Sir Hermit, can I repay this by demonstrating extraordinary abilities?"

Roy's breath hitched.

Do you think I'm really into your performance?

His reason for asking Fors to perform in the Mystic Temple after becoming a magic master was to try to record and analyze the magic master's magic through the Mystic Temple.

Magic cannot be learned directly, but it shares common ground with witchcraft in certain areas, and similar witchcraft can be mastered through analysis and deduction.

This can significantly shorten the research time.

However, the apprentice's abilities were completely outside the scope of what witchcraft could achieve.

Fortunately, he is currently a mass of spiritual numbers and knowledge, without emotions or expressions, otherwise he would have lost his composure.

Fors blushed.

but.

She really had no more preparations.

That damned profiteer!

She cursed inwardly, but stammered, "How about I pay them all together next time?"

"Let it go this time."

Roy answered calmly.

Fors sighed and said, "Master Hermit, I'd like to ask if you have the recipe for the Master of Tricks? What kind of knowledge would I need to exchange for it?"

He said coldly, "Knowledge that matches Sequence 8, the original version of the diary, or, help me gather information about the Morse Order. If you wish, I can protect you on every full moon night."

"The Sentinel of Morse, the original diary."

After hearing this, Fors secretly memorized it, bowed deeply, and said, "I will definitely keep an eye out for you. If I find anything, how should I let you know?"

"You may chant my name."

He then revealed his honorific name.

"Eyes that see into the future."

"The ruler of the mysterious temple."

"The embodiment of knowledge and numerology."

Fors lowered his head, becoming even more respectful.

A three-part honorific name.

Although she was only a novice in the realm of extraordinary individuals, she still possessed some basic knowledge.

All deities have three-part names!

"Let's go back."

……

"call!"

Fors jumped up, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and went outside to get a drink of water.

She opened the door.

Xiu was standing at the door, pretending to be passing by.

"Hugh, what are you doing at my door?"

"I was just passing by!"

He didn't argue, and then, under Fors's speechless gaze, he said helplessly, "Okay, I'm a little worried about you, because your recent condition is really unlike you."

Fors went over to get a drink of water, inwardly cursing—

If you are in debt for a long time, you will also strive to overcome it.

As she drank her water, she suddenly asked, "Hugh, have you ever heard of the Morse Order?"

"The Morse Order?"

Hugh frowned. "Never heard of it. What kind of organization is this? Why are you investigating its existence?"

"A friend of mine asked me to help him find out the secret formula for the magician. He promised me a high reward. If I could find out enough valuable information, I could get the magician's formula."

Fors looked pleased.

After hearing this, Xiu was happy for her friend and said joyfully, "That's great! I'll keep an eye out for you!"

"Hugh, you must be careful. The information about the Morse Order is so valuable that it could be very dangerous."

after all.

This was a message the hermit wanted her to pay attention to.

(End of this chapter)