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

Chapter 120 Will: Being a leader is too hard!

"More and more people are joining the learning community, and everyone is becoming stronger."

Fors was both happy and worried.

The good thing is—

As one of the original three, she felt a strong sense of participation, as if she had watched it grow up with her own eyes.

What's sad is...

She is still only at Sequence 8, and she has been working very hard. Recently, she has spent less than a quarter of her time lying on the sofa compared to before.

even so.

Her level in the study group is also declining.

If this continues...

Number 3 and number 4 will both surpass you.

She's number one!

"I absolutely cannot disappoint the Hermit's expectations, but where can I obtain the potion recipe? Should I ask the Hermit for help again?"

Fors hesitated for a moment, then sighed.

Forget it.

It's no use looking for the hermit now; she hasn't fully digested it yet.

"Sigh, I was probably too engrossed in performing before and didn't really reflect on it, which resulted in a less than ideal performance."

"We really need to get serious from now on!"

"Otherwise, you might fall far behind others because of laziness."

Fors was on the verge of tears.

At first, she thought that after becoming a magic master, she could return to her old life, but she didn't expect that after the promotion, she would be greeted with an increasingly busy life.

She gradually realized that her carefree days were gone forever.

This week has just ended, and she already has to figure out what to share next week, or what kind of learning reflections or insights to submit.

As for the news.

With Xiu's help, this is actually the simplest thing.

Oh wait—

"I also need to write down that sword technique, and I need to make sure that Hugh can understand it and fully appreciate its subtleties."

"Oh my god! I still have a ton of articles to write, and it's almost the end of the month!"

A desperate wail echoed from an apartment in the Joewood district.

……

Inside a traditional herbal medicine shop.

The fat pharmacist walked to the window and looked out with a worried expression.

It's been another tough week.

I managed to get by this week by using the books I painstakingly collected, but I can't do that next week, or I'll really be kicked out.

but.

What can I do?

The old man left nothing behind; he didn't even know where to find his organization.

The only way is through a gathering of those with the Eye of Wisdom.

Darkwell sat slumped in his chair, the chirping of birds downstairs only adding to his irritability.

Damn bird!

If he had known that Sequence 8 was the Beastmaster path, he would never have chosen this damned Alchemist path, and he even lost a deal today—

A little boy bought something but didn't pay, leaving behind only a fake copper penny.

So many herbs for just one penny?

It's fake!

If it weren't for the fact that the other person had a limp...

Forget it.

Darkwell sighed softly.

Suddenly, he saw a person passing by below, followed by what appeared to be an incredibly powerful man. The two of them ran towards the eastern district, one after the other.

"Running so fast, in such a hurry to a funeral? Be careful not to run into a carriage on your way out. You're not paying any attention to safety, and you might turn around and—"

Darkwell cursed under his breath.

Just then, a loud boom came from afar. He paused for a moment, then hurriedly ran downstairs.

Immediately afterwards, Darkwell saw a nobleman's carriage overturned on the ground, and a male servant struggling to climb out of it.

Faint screams could still be heard from behind the car.

He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, then rushed over to rescue the man. Darkwell first kicked the servant away from under the dangerous hooves, then scolded him softly.

The frightened horse immediately calmed down.

Then, Darkwell helped the servant up, and together they rescued the nobleman who had been badly injured in the collision.

"Sir, are you alright?"

"Thank you, kind sir, uh, I think I'm bleeding—"

The nobleman who was rescued from behind touched his head.

His hands were instantly stained red with blood.

Darkwell immediately said, "Friend, you're really unlucky. How could two people like that manage to overturn your carriage and injure your head? With your luck, you could easily suffer long-term consequences."

The nobleman's face turned deathly pale.

The male servant asked worriedly, "Are there any hospitals or clinics nearby?"

"No, but I happen to be a pharmacist who sells herbs."

Darkwell said.

"Quickly bandage me up! I'll pay for the medicine. Damn those blind barbarians! I need to go to the West Velas arena and get them to come and arrest him!"

The nobleman cursed angrily.

The servant, despite his injuries, helped him up and led him to a traditional herbal medicine shop. After some bandaging, the nobleman's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had just realized what was happening.

"You're a pharmacist? Then you know how to prepare herbal remedies?"

"ha?"

Darkwell gave him a look as if he were an idiot.

How strange.

Can you open a pharmacy if you don't know how to dispense medicine?

What kind of pharmacist can't dispense medicine?

"Teach me how to dispense medication! I'll pay you! To be honest, I've recently become very interested in medication dispensing; I think this industry is profound, complex, and incredible..."

The young viscount immediately spoke.

the other side.

In the clinic, after answering Allen's questions and confirming the treatment plan, the little boy sat on the hospital bed and sighed softly.

Even in his current state, he still has to worry about his subordinates and mentor a junior pharmacist with a foul mouth.

It's so difficult!

but.

That guy's fate—

"Why!"

Will sat on the bed, his eyes filled with worry.

……

Roy picked up the diaries and flipped through them casually to see if there were any missing parts.

The final conclusion is...

No.

These should be Alger's part; many of them are connected and clearly the work of Russell.

He's no longer very interested in the Emperor's diary; instead, he's more curious about the "holiday diary" that's mixed in.

in fact.

Forget about Darkwell.

When Klein asked, he considered whether to give Klein a title, but after much deliberation, he decided not to.

That guy could be described as switching back and forth between recklessness and cowardice.

He truly earned his prestigious title...

He wouldn't dare to mess with Mr. A!

but.

Didn't expect?

Your respected hermit is also an imposter.

Roy sighed silently, then prepared to return to reality and continue his drawing journey.

Scroll painting is a long and arduous task!

Before long, he had run out of all the materials he had bought in small quantities. Fortunately, he had already purchased a batch of materials from Isengard and Mukh.

Also.

After a day or two of preparation and adaptation, he has mastered the scroll drawing of the Water Wave Technique very well, and has gained some experience in scroll making.

Next-

Exorcism scroll, flame scroll.

While drawing, Roy tried to summarize his work, but he didn't digest it well and had to give up his wishful thinking.

If simply doing some rolling and guessing at some tips were enough to digest the information, everyone would be a seasoned rolling professor by now.

The next morning, a faint noise came from below.

Then, the doorbell rang.

Roy went downstairs, where Sozer and several burly men were carrying three large boxes.

Sozer smiled and said, "Mr. Green, I've brought the things over."

"Okay, come in."

Roy nodded.

The three boxes were brought in and opened, and Soze introduced them one by one.

A large box was full of sea monster blood, which they had bought from various fleets for about fifty gold coins.

The second box contained some materials and medicinal herbs from the sea, some of which Roy had never seen before, but he could sense the residual spirituality in them, and they were probably parts of sea beasts.

The third box...

Roy was slightly surprised when he opened it.

He immediately asked, "What do you want in exchange for me?"

The third box contained a pile of animal leather!

Some of it is fish-man skin, and some of it should also be skins cut from sea monsters.

Even though the Mohan family has a considerable reputation among these people, it must have taken a lot of effort for Mukh and Soze to acquire so many.

Sozer said, "We've communicated with the boss, and he said he'll do everything he can to help you. But, could you sell us some of your finished products?"

"sure."

Roy said.

Anyway, the initial rolls will definitely not be very effective or powerful, and he will be producing them in large quantities.

Having a sales channel is a good way to hedge against risks.

Why not?

Soze paused for a moment, then said, "Then the price..."

"I can sell them to you cheaply in the early stages, but once they mature, I'll definitely raise the price. You understand?"

"certainly."

They nodded immediately.

Spell Scroll!

Sozer then asked, "You must have some experimental samples recently, right? Could you sell them to us at a discount?"

"no problem."

Roy's face broke into a wide smile. "I'll print them in half for you. All the rolls will be packaged together for £20, which is about fifty sheets in total."

He had all of these scrolls authenticated at the Mysterious Hall.

The power varies.

"Can!"

Soze knew that there would definitely be good and bad in the beginning, but as long as there were a few good ones...

It's definitely worth it!

He told the others to wait outside, then followed Roy into the study.

Roy pointed to a stack of only five sheets.

"These are high-quality items, capable of releasing a water ball about the size of a washbasin. If you know how to use them spiritually, their power will certainly be considerable."

"These twenty are top-quality; they can release water spheres slightly larger than a bowl, easily launching them to attack enemies."

"Those are all of medium quality. They might be effective in putting out a fire on a ship. The advantage is that they have very low requirements for spirituality, so ordinary people can learn how to use them."

Roy smiled and explained everything.

Soze didn't react at first, then paused, and cautiously asked, "What about the inferior quality?"

"We don't have any inferior products; the lowest quality rolls we have are all of medium quality."

Roy smiled and said.

Sozer's lips twitched, then he nodded: "Okay, I'll buy it on behalf of the boss! Mr. Green, it's a pleasure doing business with you!"

"It's a pleasure working with you."

Roy smiled broadly.

20 pounds.

He not only broke even after selling the goods, but he also made a small profit of more than a pound. Considering the labor costs, he would definitely lose money, but not losing money in the early stages was already a huge profit.

Sozer finished packing up all the scrolls and only showed a slight smile after seeing the more than one hundred pounds of material fees handed over by Roy.

Once he stepped outside and onto the street, he couldn't stop smiling.

"Boss, why are you laughing so happily?"

"These are all great things! So many good things for only 20 pounds, and I can still do business with Mr. Green..."

Soze slapped his thigh, unable to hide his joy.

Of course he knew.

The terms "premium," "superior," and "medium" were merely Mr. Green's jokes; they were essentially still experimental products.

but.

They can't even buy the real thing at this price!

Also.

Just like Mr. Green said.

Some of them may not be very powerful, but they can be used to put out fires or deal with some unexpected events. For those who sail, having some is definitely better than not having any.

That's only 20 pounds!

"And that expression you made just now...?"

"Idiot, you need to pretend to lose a little so the other person will feel like they've gained something. Didn't you remember the boss's advice?"

……

Both sides benefit; it's a win-win situation.

Roy knew exactly how Sozer felt.

As a warrior, Soze might not be very clear about this—

Those who follow the path of the Seekers possess the Eye of the Seekers, allowing even those at a lower level to easily perceive the state of astral entities.

Sozer's expression was somber, but his astral form revealed a hint of excitement.

He dares to speak his mind.

Even if they offer £25, Sozer will still want it.

However, Roy also needed the Mohan family's connections, so he didn't want to make things too ugly, since it was only a difference of five or six pounds.

Justice still owes him £20,000!

For Roy, the speed and completeness of the materials he collected were the most important factors, not the price difference of a few pounds.

We're not that poor yet.

He tidied up and then offered the three large boxes together as a sacrifice in the mysterious temple.

The reason it was sent upstairs...

To prevent any mistakes, we need to confirm this in the mysterious hall, as well as the blood.

Blood can also be used, but the effect is much worse. Only after purification can it be truly used as a material for extraordinary reels.

After dealing with the situation, Roy returned to reality and began manufacturing new reels.

A few minutes later, he used the blood of the fishman and the powder of seaweed to make ink, and then used the skin of the fishman as the carrier of the scroll, successfully creating a new sorcery scroll.

Water Wave Technique!

After receiving the appraisal from the Mysterious Temple, Roy was all smiles.

Unlike previous water balls and water bombs, it can directly release a wave of water, or release a water column by spiritual constriction.

Both its power and effectiveness are several times worse.

of course.

The power of this scroll at this level is not much different from Roy's own sorcery, because he has fully absorbed the wizard's potion.

The advantage of a rollable reel is that it can be used by other people.

Anyone who knows how to use their spirituality can unleash the power of the scroll.

"This can be sold at the Tarot Club; I believe Miss Justice would be interested."

Roy smiled.

Early viewers lacked effective ways to harm their enemies, so this kind of scroll, which was direct, effective, and came with some magical abilities, was definitely a favorite among the wealthy.

If it weren't for the fact that Backlund is full of hidden talents, and who knows which noble family might be an extraordinary individual, Roy would really have wanted Gary's side to help with sales.

In the morning, while his hands were in good condition and the ink was mixed, Roy drew four scrolls in one go.

It only stopped when one-third of its spiritual energy had been depleted.

Anything could happen at any time these days, so he needs to conserve some spirituality to deal with unexpected events.

and.

This is Backlund.

……

That night, Roy's spirituality had largely returned. He gathered the materials and prepared to begin researching exorcism scrolls, but—

A gust of wind blew by, and a letter appeared on the table.

He opened it and took a look.

"Night watch personnel are gathering in the bridge area. I'm prepared to take action depending on the situation. You can come over when you have time."

I'll definitely be free!

This is a chance to use your connections; who knows, you might even get a recipe for free?

Roy immediately packed his things, taking with him the four newly made sorcery scrolls and other extraordinary items, and boarded the public carriage heading to the bridge district.

……

On a street in the Backlund Bridge district that borders the dock district, the crowds around gradually dispersed, while in a tavern, a tall, burly man was drinking from a large glass.

After a moment, he stopped moving, and a hint of drunkenness appeared on his face.

This feeling—

The giant immediately sensed something was wrong!

With such a quantity, he couldn't possibly get drunk easily.

This is a demonstration of extraordinary ability!

He suddenly grabbed the bar counter and flipped it over.

The man mixing his drink suddenly jumped away, chanting hymns of praise.

"Night watchman!"

The giant roared in a low voice.

He vomited a lump of flesh and blood, and in the blink of an eye, the flesh and blood exploded with a "bang," turning the area into a bloody mist amidst the roar.

Then—

The burly figure charged out, rampaging wildly and fiercely. Staff members who were unable to evacuate in time were instantly exploded upon approaching, turning into sticky flesh and blood.

Half of them rushed toward the giant, weaving a cloak and armor.

Half of them surged into the blood mist.

there……

He has enemies!

however.

The next moment—

Bang!

A series of intense gunshots rang out.

Then streaks of flame pierced the night sky.

This is the brilliance of witchcraft scrolls, and not just one or two, but...

Dozens of them in one go!

boom!