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

Chapter 132 Fors, his level of thought is quite high!

Bernadette left quickly.

A few seconds later, two pages of a diary appeared on the table. Roy held the diary, looking like he was studying it but couldn't understand it.

In fact, he could understand it perfectly well.

To Roy's delight, one page of the diary opened with a distinctly different style.

"On May 29th, I arrived in Backlund. This land is completely different from Intis. It has a great location, and I feel that I can find my true love here."

The Emperor's diary doesn't contain such direct vocabulary; it must have started with a few encounters with "beauties" and "flavors."

The imitation isn't very accurate!

He continued reading.

"On June 1st, I attended a party and met Princess Augustus. I think I've found true love!"

Ok?

Roy paused for a moment, remaining somewhat silent, before continuing to read.

"On June 2nd, Mrs. Chess was a stunning beauty, captivating all who beheld her."

what?

Roy's expression froze.

No way?

This……

Could it be a real diary?

He continued reading, becoming increasingly confused—

This appears to be a genuine diary, consistent with the Emperor's style.

After pondering for a long time, Roy temporarily determined it to be a fake diary.

Style can be faked.

but.

As the son of steam and the pride of Intis at the time, Rosell probably never have been to Backlund, right?

This is one point that he feels is rather unrealistic.

Secondly, there are the opening lines.

but.

To find out for sure, we should ask the mysterious queen to confirm the emperor's itinerary, but he couldn't do that.

As for the second page, that's relatively simple.

The entire book tells little stories about raising children.

It is likely Roselle's diary after she had a child, and the child in the text is most likely Bernadette.

Usually, the first child will write more.

"The Emperor's writing is truly mysterious; I can't understand it at all."

Adhering to the principle of "being cautious when alone," Roy sighed to himself for a while, making sure that the superficial work was done meticulously and thoroughly, and then collected the two pages of his diary.

Although I only got two tickets, they were free, so there's nothing to complain about.

After putting away the diary, he pondered how to use it.

First, let's look at the "Fool's" side.

It's a bit unreasonable that I haven't submitted a single journal entry in all this time I've been with the Tarot Club.

There's nothing particularly confidential on this page of the diary.

of course.

In other situations, it can also be taken out appropriately.

After Roy finished making his plan, his thoughts returned to the present moment.

Beckeron is dead. Although it's unclear how Klein and Triss managed to do it, it was definitely a joint effort between the two.

The problem now is...

The closer they got, the more targeted that thing became.

After all, Triss is the core of this whole drama, and her decision to stay away from Klein was the right one.

As for the subsequent impact...

There was some, though. Intis lost an ambassador, and he died at the hands of someone unknown.

This could become the trigger for war.

The tide of the times.

As Roy sighed, a voice rang out.

"Mr. Fool, please convey the potion recipes for Sequence 7 and Sequence 6 of the Lawyer's Path to the Hermit."

He understood immediately and prepared the ceremony.

Then, a note appeared on the table, containing the potion recipe for the briber, the corrupt baron.

They may not be of much use for now, but that may change in the future.

Roy put it away.

……

The following day, Isengard's materials were finally delivered to the Harvest Church, along with Isengard himself.

"Detective Isengard, you don't look well. Don't you have any leads yet?"

Roy smiled.

Isengard sighed and whispered, "We have a lead. The killer might be a dog that was very close to a little boy many years ago..."

He described the situation he had found out.

Roy listened quietly, and then Isengard revealed his purpose.

Since it's a dog, it must have an owner; otherwise, it would be pure fantasy for a pet to reach Sequence 6 on its own.

Therefore, one can imagine how powerful its owner must be.

He wanted to seek help from Roy.

Roy shook his head.

"Detective Isengard, you should ask someone else for help with this. I can't do anything about it."

Why?

Isengard paused for a second, then said, "I can pay the fee."

"It's not about the payment."

Roy wanted to say that he didn't want any direct, real-world contact with Klein, but he couldn't say it.

He explained, "I'm currently employed by the Harvest Church and need to do some work for them. I'm not available for the time being, and its owner is at least a Sequence 5 criminal pathway."

"All right."

Eisinger understood, a hint of helplessness appearing on his face.

If he hadn't already encountered it, he wouldn't want to get involved in this kind of thing.

Too dangerous!

He had no choice but to get up and leave to think of other solutions.

Roy watched him leave, and after a moment, he saw a woman acting suspiciously on the street not far away.

He smiled slightly, then entered the Harvest Church and exited through another door.

After a while...

Inside the alley, Roy gently patted a woman on the shoulder.

"What are you doing sneaking around here?"

"ah!"

Fors screamed, then instinctively opened the wall and passed through, quickly returning a moment later.

"Why are you scaring me like that!"

"What are you doing, sneaking around like that?"

Roy said with a laugh.

Fors straightened her makeup, then coughed lightly and said, "What do you mean I was being sneaky? I just happened to be passing by!"

"Why are you following Detective Isengard?"

"Based on Hugh's description, I think he should be an extraordinary being, so I want to follow him to see who he really is."

Fors said in a low voice.

Roy glanced at her and said, "Stay away from him for now."

"What's wrong?"

Fors was slightly taken aback, not understanding why Roy would give such a warning.

Roy sighed.

"Many acts of justice often attract even more terrible enemies, and he has now gotten himself into a big problem."

"Understood."

With that said, Fors immediately understood.

When handling cases, one often encounters unexpected and extraordinary beings, which is common in novels, and she also frequently uses this tactic.

Fors nodded repeatedly.

Then, after thinking for a moment, she suddenly said, "By the way, Mr. Green, thank you for the guidance you gave Hugh before."

"You know her? Ah, I see, the informant behind you is this Miss Hugh."

Roy's lips curled into a slight smile. "The arbitrator of the Eastern District, she has a great reputation. She should be working for MI9 now, right?"

"..."

Fors opened his mouth slightly, unsure of what to say for a moment.

She only said one sentence, and the other party guessed so much?

hateful!

My understanding of him is still limited to superficial information, and I can't even determine the authenticity of the name "Green Rost".

Fors was secretly annoyed, but still said, "Mr. Green, I want to buy from you the information that Hugh didn't buy that day. Why didn't you suggest she investigate?"

"One hundred pounds, it's worth that price."

Roy held up one finger.

Fors was taken aback, then said in bewilderment, "Didn't it only cost 50 pounds that day?"

"The situation changes in unexpected ways; Sherman now, haha."

Roy chuckled and leaned against the wall. "One hundred pounds is too little; two hundred pounds would be perfectly reasonable for me."

"this……"

Fors could sense that Sherman must be in deep trouble, otherwise Green wouldn't have offered such an outrageous price.

She hesitated for a moment, then gritted her teeth and said, "I'll go, but don't tell Hugh."

"Don't worry, beautiful lady."

Roy's expression turned serious. "Sherman is with a witch, and he's now on the path to becoming a witch."

"Yes, you mentioned that, so we could have guessed it."

Fors nodded, the implication being...

Let's get down to business.

It's not worth £100!

Roy chuckled and said, "Did you read the newspaper this morning?"

"What?"

Fors was caught off guard by the sudden change of topic and couldn't quite process it for a moment.

She paused for a second, then said, "I've seen some; it seems an ambassador has died."

"Yes, Ambassador Intis, Beckeran Jean Madden, I don't know how he died, but I know that the witch and Sherman were involved."

Roy said in a low voice.

Fors' pupils dilated instantly, and a look of astonishment and shock appeared on his face.

Sherman...

They actually participated in such a horrific assassination attempt!

How dare he do that!

Fors opened his mouth slightly, but couldn't speak for several seconds.

Then, she looked up, forcing a smile, and said, "This...this is fake, isn't it?"

"Miss Fors, don't fool yourself. As an extraordinary being, you must learn to accept reality."

Roy chuckled softly, "Sherman assassinated Beckeron, which will greatly speed up his digestion process. At least you won't have to worry about your friend dying from madness."

Fors pursed her lips.

That makes sense, but it also means that the Sherman we know today is completely different from the one we perceive him to be.

He is heading further and further down a terrible path.

She paused for a few seconds, then said, "Thank you, Mr. Green."

Fors took out a banknote with a value of one hundred gold pounds.

Roy took it.

He sighed softly and said, "There are many things that neither you nor I can control."

"But we still have to try, right? Otherwise—"

Fors stared blankly into the distance, then sighed softly, "Otherwise, we'll only be getting closer and closer to madness."

"Your level of thinking is very high."

Roy couldn't help but admire.

Undoubtedly, Fors didn't know anything about mystical concepts like "anchors," "humanity," or "divinity," but she instinctively felt...

Emotions are very important!

Without a doubt, she is indeed very perceptive.

pity.

In her original trajectory, she was too lazy. Although she avoided many crises, she also fell behind in her advancement.

of course.

Thanks to her amazing luck, she eventually reached a very high level.

Fors paused for a few seconds, then said, "Mr. Green, thank you again for your help. I should be going now."

"Okay, next time you want to find me, you can just come to Harvest Church and wait there. You don't need to go through all that trouble to follow Detective Eggers."

Roy chuckled. "That's dangerous. It'll bring you unnecessary trouble."

"Ahem, I... I'll remember."

Fors blushed slightly.

She did indeed come from Okinawa.

Previously, she had met Roy in the South District, and coincidentally, Eggers knew Roy and had also come to the South District.

and so.

She suspected that Detective Eggles might have come for Roy.

As it turned out, her guess was correct.

"By the way, if you really want to help your friend, my advice is to get promoted as soon as possible."

"Promotion? Is there any connection?"

Fors asked, puzzled.

Roy said, "The apprentice will only truly begin to become powerful when he reaches Sequence 6. Only then will you be able to truly help him."

"Do you know about Sequence 6 of the Apprenticeship Path?"

Fors was surprised.

Roy nodded slightly: "Recorder, it can record abilities from other sources."

"!!!"

Fors was both surprised and overjoyed.

The ability to record other methods is truly amazing, and it certainly allows for much more than what we can do now.

No wonder Mr. Green said she wanted a promotion as soon as possible...

But then, she couldn't help but feel troubled.

Rapid promotion is certainly possible.

however.

She hasn't figured out the next potion recipe yet.

Fors sighed softly and said, "Thank you for reminding me, Mr. Green, even if I can't get promoted quickly in a short time."

"If you are truly grateful, you should take concrete actions to show it."

Roy smiled.

Fors smiled gracefully and said, "If you need to see a doctor in the future, you can come to me. I studied medicine before and know some medical skills."

"Then give me more information."

Roy said, "I need you to keep an eye on someone for me."

"Who?"

Fors's expression turned serious.

after all.

This is business!

"Errette Frey, a history professor at the University of Backlund, is also an extraordinary individual who has glimpsed the secrets of humanity and is suspected to be a member of the Morse Order."

Roy said, "I need you to help me keep an eye on him."

what?

Fors paused for a second, then felt a surge of secret joy—

She was just figuring out how to fulfill the Hermit's request when new developments came knocking on her door so quickly.

Members of the Morse Order!

Isn't this perfect?

She chuckled softly, "I'll help."

"He is at least Sequence 7, so you must be very careful when tracking him. I don't need you to know all his movements, just that you know roughly which area he went to."

Roy gave him instructions.

The Morse Order, after all, has pillars of support and excels at audience-based approaches; following them too closely could lead to serious trouble.

Fors nodded: "I'll be careful."

After saying that, she turned around and went back to the main road from the other side of the alley.

Roy then turned and went back to the Harvest Church to retrieve his materials.

These materials are also used to make rollers.

He currently has no new direction regarding the study of reels, and in the short term, the best course of action is to continue manufacturing reels.

Making scrolls, selling them, replenishing materials...

This will be the direction he will not change for the foreseeable future.

Roy returned home and sorted through the materials he had received.

This batch of materials should be what Isengard got from the fat apothecary; they are all types commonly found in herbal medicine shops.

He selected them one by one, and then categorized them according to their medicinal properties.

We have to thank Darkwell for that.

If it weren't for his analysis of the medicinal materials, I wouldn't have been able to grasp their material properties so quickly.

After sorting the inks, Roy quickly tried to configure them.

First of all...

Freezing technique.

Among Darkwell's materials, there just happens to be some that can assist in freezing. Combined with some monster blood he had previously obtained, they can be combined to create ink materials for freezing magic.

A few minutes later, Roy finished making the ink and scroll for the freezing spell.

A total of 5 scrolls.

Most of them are of medium to low power; the strongest spell scroll can only freeze a ball of water, but there's nothing to complain about.

The materials themselves are cheap, so the power is naturally not very strong.

In the early stages, the focus is more on digesting and increasing proficiency, laying the foundation for the future.

By the afternoon, he had completed fifteen scrolls.

Eight of them are frozen rolls.

The remaining seven are mostly flame scrolls.

The flame scrolls are all made of better materials and are more powerful. Roy does not intend to sell them, but keeps them for his own use.

Possessing the extraordinary characteristics of an arsonist, he can better and more powerfully wield the power of fire. Fire scrolls and spells are his strongest means of attack.

and.

He also needs to prepare for possible battles.

(End of this chapter)