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

Chapter 127 This is the guidance of the Mother Goddess

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

"The mysterious ruler above the gray fog."

"The King of Yellow and Black, who holds the key to good fortune."

"I beg for your help."

"I pray..."

Next door, Hugh prayed quietly to the Fool.

This matter needs to be kept strictly confidential, but Fors happens to be next door, and she is constrained by Mr. Fool's rules and cannot speak openly...

This feeling made her feel like she had betrayed her friends.

but.

At that moment, she couldn't care less about anything else.

Mr. Green gave Sherman some extraordinary advice, but Sherman ultimately seemed to follow a witch down this path.

This shows that...

Sherman is in danger at this moment.

She must ask Mr. Fool for help.

"But I only have one page—"

Don't sigh softly.

I hope Mr. Fool can pay a portion on credit, do things for her first, and allow her to pay the rest later.

the other side.

The esteemed Mr. Fool was fully armed and preparing to go out and cause trouble for Kapin when a phantom voice rang in his ears.

Is someone praying?

Who is it?

Klein had no choice but to take four steps backward and follow the ritual to enter the gray fog. He then saw the deep red star representing Hugh shining brightly.

He quickly made contact with the other person.

Then...

"Great Fool, I have a friend named Sherman who has always wanted to be a woman and seems to be bewitched by the witch cult."

"I would like to ask for your help in exchange for the diary you need. I only have one page right now, but I will try my best to find more later."

Hugh's voice came through.

Klein remained silent for a few seconds.

Witch sect?

He remembered Roy's warning—

He seems to have come back into 008's sights, which may be related to his recent move to that club.

Now it's the witch again.

What a coincidence, right?

but.

The contact made during the previous tarot meeting was not arranged by 008, which means that the other party did not feel the connection made during the tarot meeting.

What's going on?

He thought for a moment, then extended his spirituality, pulling Hugh from reality into the gray fog.

The next moment, Hugh appeared in the bronze palace.

Xiu bowed his head respectfully.

"Thank you for summoning me, esteemed Mr. Fool."

"The Witch Cult, and everything related to them in Backlund right now is dangerous."

The Fool said calmly.

"Even you think it's dangerous?"

Hugh was somewhat surprised—

This seems to coincide with Mr. Green's "don't investigate" principle.

but.

Even Mr. Fool can't handle him?

Klein's face stiffened, then he chuckled lightly, "I believe in equivalent exchange, but you don't have anything to offset that."

"Mr. Fool, could you perhaps offer a partial clue?"

"In Backlund, anything related to witches could potentially involve the control of a level 0 sealed artifact."

The Fool chuckled softly.

Level 0 sealed artifact?

Xiu was extremely surprised and stood there dumbfounded for a moment, unable to open his mouth again.

She didn't know exactly how powerful a Level 0 sealed artifact was, but she knew it was a top-tier sealed artifact from various churches.

In other words.

Level 0 sealed items are all the most terrifying extraordinary items!

As Mr. Fool said, he simply couldn't afford to pay the price, but—

Sherman just wanted to be a woman.

and.

He is very kind.

Hugh pursed his lips, unsure of what kind of help to seek. After thinking for a long time, the Fool spoke first.

"I can give you a little hint: this aligns with the principle of equivalent exchange."

Klein glanced at the diary.

This is a brand new diary; he has never seen it before.

"Yes, please speak."

"To become a witch, one must first become an assassin or a seditionist, and playing these two roles requires assassinating or instigating others."

Klein said, "You can keep an eye on that; you might have a chance to find your friends."

"Assassination, instigation..."

Hugh suddenly remembered the rules of potion control that Fors had mentioned, one of which was—

The potion might be named Key.

original……

This is real!

This method is called "role-playing".

She bowed her head respectfully and thanked him, saying, "Thank you for listening and for your help, great Mr. Fool."

"Um."

……

Back in reality, Hugh suddenly had a direction.

Assassination, instigation.

A person's abilities are often related to their name.

For example, her arbitrator has the ability related to "arbitration".

Given Sherman's personality, he wouldn't actually assassinate someone, but he might do so if instigated by others.

And the goal—

It's highly likely that they are the people who once mocked him!

This is to provoke Sherman's anger and render him incapable of calm thinking.

Hugh immediately prepared to leave, but considering the danger of the situation, she rushed next door.

"Fors, I need your help!"

At that moment, Fors was painfully organizing her manuscript when she saw Hugh sigh helplessly, "But I haven't finished writing my manuscript yet..."

"I'll write it tomorrow. This concerns Sherman; he's in terrible danger right now."

"Alright, since you've put it that way, I'll definitely help."

Fors' tone was cheerful.

……

"Wouldn't this be considered shifting the blame?"

Roy sighed softly.

but.

He thought about it for a moment and then put those feelings out of his mind.

He has done enough for Sherman. Now it is all Sherman's own choice, and there is no need to take the risk of getting involved.

He packed his things and then picked up "Astrological Analysis" to study.

Roy has memorized everything above.

but.

Sometimes it's more comfortable to read along with something.

……

"Mr. Rowling."

"Um?"

"A lady wanted to consult about mystical matters."

"it is good."

Roy put away his book and looked up. He saw that the other person had black hair tied up and his clothes and appearance were not like Rune's style.

What he cares about most is—

The other person exhibits very contradictory characteristics.

Her spiritual body was very weak, and she looked as if she had suffered a terrible calamity and was almost dead, but her etheric body was exceptionally healthy.

The mental and physical aspects present a stark contrast.

Including her facial expression.

She looked healthy, but she looked very haggard.

Roy casually pointed to the seat.

"Please have a seat, ma'am."

Ollie smiled slightly, then closed the door and left.

"You don't look like a Ruen."

"My name is Liana. As you can see, I am not from Rune, but from Feneport."

The woman replied.

She then sat down, placed her small bag on the table, and stared at Roy with her azure eyes.

A second later, a hint of excitement finally appeared on her slightly haggard face.

"Although we haven't started communicating yet, I can already sense that you are a learned and wise person."

"I've just learned a little more, ma'am. Is there anything you'd like to ask? If I know the answer, I will certainly give it to you."

Roy smiled.

The woman breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"Sir, if we encounter some terrifying beings, how can we deal with them, or determine if we are being entangled by them?"

"Specifically? There are many things that I need to know the whole story before I can conclude whether it's your hallucination or something that actually happened."

Roy sat up straight.

The woman said, "When I came to Ruen by boat, I encountered a group of men who liked to dance. At first, I didn't pay much attention to them, but later I found their dancing to be quite strange..."

She recounted her experiences in detail.

Roy's expression turned slightly serious.

Then, he paused for a moment, then stood up and made a few gestures as if praising death.

This is the Spirit Dance of the Spirit Cult.

Fors shared this at a study session.

"Is this the correct movement?"

"Yes, yes! Very similar. That's exactly how they dance, and they also use some strange gestures and phrases."

She nodded repeatedly.

Roy sat down and nodded slightly: "You may continue."

"After that, many of them died, but they were happy and kept singing. They were a complete bunch of lunatics!"

A deep fear crossed the woman's face. "Then, then they started killing people! Everyone on the ship died! After returning to Backlund, I had nightmares every day..."

Roy frowned slightly.

They're all dead?

how about you?

He didn't dare ask, because the other person's condition was unusual; they might have been holding on by sheer willpower alone.

This situation does indeed exist in extraordinary fields.

Roy thought for a moment and said gently, "Madam, don't be afraid, those things are all in the past."

As he spoke, he took out a teapot and teacups and poured a cup of water for the other person.

"Yes, yes."

She breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, Liana took a sip of water, and fearing Roy wouldn't believe her, immediately said, "Sir, what I said is true."

"They belong to an evil organization called the Spirit Cult, which worships death."

Roy explained.

Liana paused, then said, "A worship of death?"

"Yes, they are followers of death. Their internal doctrines differ slightly, but they all worship death."

Roy nodded. "You probably encountered one of these cultists, but you were lucky to survive. I suggest... well, who do you believe in?"

"I believe in the Mother Goddess, you know, in Fenneport, almost everyone is a believer in the Mother Goddess."

Liana replied.

Roy smiled and said, "I know a priest who is associated with the Mother Goddess. I think you can ask him for help and then pray to the Goddess for assistance. He's on Rose Street in the South District."

Her eyes lit up, and she became quite excited. Then she quickly drew a prayer gesture.

"Forgive me, Mother Goddess, I didn't know you also had a church in Backlund!"

"If you don't mind, you can rest here for a while, and I'll perform some exorcism treatment on you."

"Of course, Mr. Rowling, how could I refuse your kindness?"

Liana relaxed.

Roy could see that her mental state had subtly improved.

Yes, the trauma I suffered before was part of it, but the main reason was the fear and anxiety that prevented me from recovering mentally.

He told the other person to close their eyes and lean back in the chair to rest, and then quietly set up a mental enhancement ritual.

Her spirit was further strengthened through ritual magic.

This kind of ritual only addresses the symptoms, not the root cause.

but.

In a short period of time, it can make the other person's condition more stable.

After a few minutes, the woman fell into a deep sleep, even snoring softly.

Roy sat opposite her, picked up his book and was about to continue reading when he noticed a hidden symbol appearing on her body.

Then, a spiritual force that had transformed within her began to ravage her spirit.

With its appearance, Liana's expression turned pained once again.

Roy frowned slightly.

Then, he took a bottle from his sleeve, poured out some sunflower powder, mentally sketched the spell symbol for "exorcism," and uttered an ancient Hermetic word.

"Exorcise evil spirits!"

In an instant, blinding light illuminated the surroundings, radiating a brilliant glow, while the symbol emitted a foul stench.

Then, it slowly melted back into her body.

It has been suppressed for the time being.

Roy put away the sunflower powder and fell into deep thought; the symbol he had just seen must have been some kind of curse.

Using the other person's spirituality to attack oneself...

This technique is quite interesting. No wonder this lady, despite having a special adventure, still suffers from mental torment.

Roy picked up the book and read quietly.

When it was time to leave work, Liana slowly woke up. She had recovered somewhat and looked much better than before.

"woke up?"

"Yes, thank you, Mr. Rowling. I feel especially safe with you. This is the best sleep I've had in days."

Liana laughed happily.

She has a beautiful smile.

Roy put away the book and smiled, "I'm just about to head back. How about I give you a ride? Hehe, as your mysterious advisor, I have an obligation to fully explain your situation to the priest."

"Thank you so much! I will definitely repay you properly."

Liana was overjoyed.

Roy smiled, then stood up. "Do you need to go to the restroom?"

"No, I can't wait to pray to Mother Goddess."

Liana smiled slightly.

Roy nodded, then walked away.

Once outside, she led Roy to the right and said, "I came by carriage; let my servant drive."

"As a Fenneport resident, do you have servants here?"

Roy was somewhat surprised.

Liana smiled, revealing a shallow dimple: "My full name is Liana Audra. My brother is in Backlund, and I've come here to seek refuge with him."

"So that's how it is."

Roy nodded slightly and when they arrived at the stable, there was indeed a man sitting in front of a carriage.

Upon seeing Liana, he immediately jumped down.

"Miss, who is this gentleman?"

"He was a mysterious consultant I hired temporarily to handle the terrible events that happened to me."

Liana explained.

The male servant bowed respectfully, then took down stools and invited Liana and Roy to get into the car before asking for the destination.

Then he drove to the Harvest Church.

……

Harvest Church.

Father Utravsky was praying in his favorite spot when suddenly he looked up, a look of surprise on his face.

Then, footsteps sounded.

Roy came in from outside, accompanied by a woman with black hair.

A slight smile appeared on his face.

"Friends, and children of the Mother Goddess, welcome."

"Father, I never expected there to be a church dedicated to the Mother Goddess here. Otherwise, I would have come here to pray immediately. I am a sinner!"

Liana made the hand gestures devoutly, then closed her hands in prayer.

Roy stood beside him, forcing a smile.

They were both praying. He felt superfluous as a non-Church of the Earth, but as the lady's "doctor," he had to come along.

This is being responsible to the patients.

Roy thought to himself.

After a moment, the two finished their prayers, and a series of loud noises came from below.

Liana paused, then asked, "Bishop, what was that sound just now?"

"A lost believer in the Mother Goddess is copying her teachings."

Utravsky laughed and said, "Besides, I prefer to be called Father, so you can just call me Father."

"Good priest, your greatness in spreading the teachings of the Mother Goddess to Backlund is worthy of the respect of any believer."

Liana praised it.

Roy simply sat down on the side and didn't participate in the discussion.

Emlyn began copying the doctrines...

Ok.

He is not far from becoming a follower of the Mother Goddess.

Roy smiled.

After a long while, the priest smiled and said, "The Mother Goddess has already told me about your condition. Go to the quiet room at the back, and I will treat you."

"Thank you, Father."

The two entered the quiet room at the back.

When Roy heard "Mother Goddess," he knew he had nothing to do this time and prepared to get up and leave.

At this moment, Liana turned her head.

"Mr. Rowling, please wait here for a moment. I will come back to thank you after I have received the priest's treatment."

"it is good."

Roy had no choice but to sit down again.

A few minutes later, the priest came out and said, looking slightly tired, "Thank you. Without your help, she might not have made it this far."

"No, I think she can hold on until then."

Roy smiled and said, "Her survival until now is a result of the protection of the Mother Goddess."

"The Mother Goddess can only play a certain role, but without your comfort and help, her mental state might be even worse now."

Utravsky said.

Then, he took out a pendant.

"This is the payment she asked me to pass on."

This is a pendant with a "rice ear" tattoo.

Roy asked in surprise, "For me?"

"Yes, accept it. Everything is the guidance of the Mother Goddess."

The priest smiled.

Roy thought for a few seconds before finally accepting the pendant, his mind in turmoil.

Guidance from the Mother Goddess?

The priest often mentioned it, and Roy didn't usually pay much attention to it, but this time was different.

While sitting in the hall, he felt something was amiss, but since this was the place of the Earth Mother Goddess, he couldn't very well enter the mysterious palace.

Now that I have the "rice ear" pendant, this feeling is even more pronounced.

Roy is not Klein.

Klein, at this moment, has only a superficial understanding of the mystical and is unaware of the favor he is receiving, but he is different—

Even though this knowledge was sealed away by the mysterious temple, his intuitive reaction told him that something was amiss.

After accepting the rice stalk pendant, he hesitated for a moment and asked, "Where is that lady?"

"She's fallen asleep and shouldn't wake up until tomorrow morning, since she's exhausted."

The priest smiled gently and said, "If you want to see her, why don't you come tomorrow morning? She should be awake by then."

"it is good."

This is a good opportunity to leave.

Roy picked up the pendant and felt a gentle spiritual power emanating from it, with a faint hint of some strange effect.

(End of this chapter)