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

Chapter 139 Frank: Mr. Hermit, I really understand!

The Harvest Church in Backlund is a special entity outside of the three major orthodox churches.

It belongs to the Church of the True God.

but.

In Loen, there is only one Earth Church, and the southern part of the bridge is a very complicated area, therefore...

The two neighboring churches have a rather ambiguous attitude towards Harvest Church.

They neither targeted nor desired the other party to preach in their territory, and Bishop Utravsky never sent missionaries to preach on his own initiative.

Most new believers were brought in through Fenneport grain merchants or by other believers who spontaneously spread the word; the three parties maintained a tacit understanding.

Therefore.

In a sense, the priest was quite worried about the attitude of the Church of the Night.

Fortunately, the Red Gloves of the Church of the Night did not mind this.

He saw Soster and Leonard off, and then asked Emlyn to clean the basement.

Emlyn turned to leave, then thought for a moment and turned back.

"Father, what level is that Green? How could he so easily defeat a Sequence 7 psychic?"

Why don't you just ask him directly?

Utravsky chuckled softly.

Emlyn pursed his lips.

"How could he possibly tell me?"

So far...

All he knew was that this extraordinary being named Green was a Seer, but he had no idea what level he was at.

Judging from the fact that the opponent was able to easily take down Mansour, he is probably at least a Sequence 6 being.

A Sequence 6 spy.

Emlyn lowered his head, realizing that revenge was basically hopeless.

hateful!

It's still too weak.

If I were strong enough, I could teach that guy a lesson and make him understand that even puppets have feelings and dignity.

What's wrong with liking dolls?

Those are works of art!

Emlyn angrily picked up a broom and headed for the basement.

……

After the Red Gloves returned, Soster took Mansour into the prison, while Leonard went for a walk alone in the outer corridor, actually communicating secretly with Palles.

"Old man, this woman doesn't seem to have been drugged, does she?"

"What kind of powder could achieve such an effect? ​​Ha, she must have first been hit by some kind of necromancy, which affected her mind, and then she was hypnotized by a kind of sedation ability."

"Pales said calmly."

Leonard pondered for a moment, then said, "Why would that bishop lie?"

"It's not convenient for the Earth Church to take action here, so it's normal for them to cover it up. Of course, it could also be to conceal the identity of the person who is doing the work."

Pales said, "My guess is that the person who did it was one of three people: an apprentice, a reader, or a spy."

Why?

"You need to read more books to supplement your knowledge of other avenues, so that you won't be at a loss when you encounter problems."

"Pales said mercilessly."

Leonard chuckled for a moment, and then Palles explained, "The intermediate sequence recorder in the apprentice path can record extraordinary abilities from other paths."

"Readers possess the ability to analyze and simulate; they can remember and simulate what they have seen before."

"A wizard who seeks out secrets can unleash various kinds of magical powers, provided he has enough knowledge and materials."

Pales deduced that the reason was that the other party had traces of spirit, necromancy, and other spells.

Leonard countered, "It's also possible it was a team effort?"

"No, there was only one, and the battle ended very quickly, probably only about ten seconds."

Pales continued.

Leonard exclaimed in shock, "How did you know?"

"She didn't resist much at all; her body was covered in marks from being bound. It must have been some kind of binding magic, maybe vines?"

Pales pondered, "In that case, the other side might also possess the capabilities of the Earth Church itself."

"..."

How could the old man glean so much information in such a short time...?

Leonard fell into deep thought.

After careful recollection, he could only recall a small portion of what he had seen.

Pales sighed.

"No wonder that being hasn't been contacting you lately."

"Um?"

Leonard became alert. "Old man, what do you mean?"

"With your focus, you're not worth cultivating at all. The other person's first contact with you was probably because of my knowledge."

"Pales said coldly."

Leonard couldn't help but retort.

"That's because I was devout enough to the goddess; she felt she had no chance with me, so she chose to stop contacting me!"

"Is that really what you think?"

"That's not important."

Leonard turned his head.

He understood it himself—

His devotion to the goddess was one aspect, but another was that he still harbored reservations about the so-called "hermit."

That's an evil god.

Even though he has benefited from it, he still doesn't know what the other party wants from him.

This is only part of the knowledge now, but what about later?

If he relies on the other party, one day the "hermit" might ask Leonard to betray the church.

This is especially true now—

Offering benefits first, then planting a bomb at the end—this is a common tactic used by evil gods.

For example, the Hidden Sage who lured Old Neil.

but.

Fortunately, Old Neil was discovered in time and survived, but he was just a hair's breadth away from death. If he had continued deeper, he might not have even had a chance to enter the Gate of Charnis.

Hermits and reclusive sages.

Who can guarantee that they are not the same?

Pales didn't say anything more.

……

After Roy finished studying the enchanting techniques, he was about to leave the mysterious temple when the star map began to flicker.

This is a manifestation of someone strongly talking about themselves.

He opened the star map.

Then, to my surprise, I saw—

The star representing Frank twinkled.

Roy chuckled softly, then pulled Frank into the mysterious hall.

A short while later, Frank appeared amidst a deluge of information.

He looked up and said with delight, "Master Hermit, it's great to see you again! I've been thinking about you every moment of this time."

You've never even thought about me!

I never expected Frank, with his thick eyebrows and big eyes, to be such a flatterer.

but.

The more this is the case, the more it indicates that the other party's requirements may be very high.

Roy remained expressionless, pondering how to deceive them later, while also mentally preparing himself—

If the other party's question is extremely absurd, he cannot show too much surprise or shock.

Such demeanor is unbecoming of an evil deity.

Roy leaned against it at an angle.

"What is it?"

"Respected hermit, I now fully understand what you mean by 'taking a step back'!"

Frank said with a mixture of surprise and delight.

Roy's eyes widened slightly—

Fortunately, he was in a digital state at the moment, so the other party had no way of knowing his expression; otherwise, just that one sentence might have made him lose his composure.

Do you understand?

What did you understand this time?

He chuckled softly, but said nothing.

Frank continued, "I've been researching that lady's trading projects lately, and hey, I've noticed everyone's starting to respect me, and they're constantly asking what I'm researching."

Ok?

Is it possible...?

They're worried that what you're researching will sink the whole ship.

Roy could imagine how desperate Cattleya must be right now; she probably couldn't even sleep well anymore.

On one hand, they have to endure the harassment from the hidden sage, and on the other hand, they have to endure the troubles from the "evil god" in their home.

She could never imagine which disaster would come first.

He looked ahead.

"So, you want to report your findings?"

"I've discovered a mushroom that can grow in the dark; its survival ability is amazing. But I've also discovered another problem."

Frank said.

"Although I simulated the situation there as much as possible, it's still different from the situation outside."

Frank finally revealed his purpose: "I hope to obtain the soil over there so that I can truly study and experience it."

"Can."

Roy had a sudden thought.

Subsequently, a stream of information flowed from the mysterious hall to Silver City.

……

Silver City.

Lovia was performing her daily prayers, praising the hermit in her heart and asking him to forgive her for her inability to preach.

At that moment, a piece of information popped into her mind.

"I want to get the soil from over there..."

soil?

correct.

I forgot to pay that person.

Lovia got up and walked outside. When she reached the corridor, she saw the familiar young man.

His name seems to be...

"Your name is Derrick?"

"Yes, yes, Elder."

Derrick responded somewhat nervously.

Lovia chuckled and said, "Don't be nervous. I just heard that you were lucky enough to become an extraordinary one on the Singer's Path. If you need anything, you can tell me."

"Thank you, Elder. I... I have no needs at the moment."

Derrick was somewhat flattered, but even more so, he was terrified.

Elder Lovia seems to be abnormally normal!

Is this an attempt to bribe me with benefits and then turn me into a believer of the true Creator?

He felt uneasy.

"Um."

Lovia smiled and nodded, then continued walking forward.

She already had some impression of this young man, and since she happened to run into him, she offered him a word of encouragement without any further thoughts.

but.

But it was different in Derrick's mind.

Deeply influenced by the "Hanged Man," he began to wonder if he had revealed any flaws in his own actions.

Because Silver City has no "sun"?

He quietly observed from upstairs, and then saw Lovia leave the building and dig in a dark corner, carrying a bag in her hand, as if she was burying something.

What is she going to do?

Derrick's breath hitched; he sensed a terrifying threat.

Is she burying something?

His mind went blank, but then a sound suddenly came from behind him.

"Derrick, what are you doing here?"

Derrick turned around abruptly.

Upon seeing the person who arrived, he breathed a sigh of relief and then said, "Your Excellency, Chief..."

"What are you doing here?"

"Your Excellency, I'm observing Elder Lovia. She... she seems to be digging something up to bury something."

"Derrick said fearfully."

Colin glanced outside, then gave him a long, thoughtful look, and said, "Derrick."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

Derrick bowed his head, awaiting the chief's reprimand.

Colin said, "Instead of guessing, let's just ask directly: unity is a crucial part of how Silver City has come to where it is today."

He looked calmly outside.

The intersecting lightning illuminated Lovia's movements at that moment—

She was just shoveling soil and putting it into bags; she wasn't burying anything.

Derrick paused, taken aback.

After a while, Lovia returned.

Upon seeing Colin, a hint of surprise flashed across her face, then she smiled and said, "Your Excellency."

"What were you doing just now?"

"Shovel soil, I want to study the soil of Silver City."

Lovia glanced at Derrick, choosing not to state her purpose directly.

after all.

The Hermit in Silver City...

At present, it still needs to be kept strictly confidential.

Colin nodded and said, "Let me know if you need any help."

"it is good."

Lovia naturally carried the soil towards the room.

Derrick stood awkwardly to one side.

"Let's go."

"Where to?"

"Go take a look down there, at the excavation site you mentioned."

Colin led him downstairs.

Once downstairs, Derrick used the interlacing lightning to see the excavated pit.

It was really just a pit; there was nothing inside.

He searched through them.

There was nothing there but soil.

"Prejudice is a terrible thing. When you are dominated by preconceived notions, everything you see will become different."

"What do you mean?"

Derrick was surprised.

Is the Chief speaking up for Elder Lovia?

"Perhaps the shepherds do indeed have a terrible influence from above, as you say, but that doesn't mean Lovia would betray Silver City."

Colin said, "Secondly, we are still unsure whether Lovia was truly influenced by those in power. You can't assume others' intentions based on your own assumptions."

"With suspicion in mind, everything you see is full of conspiracy and distrust. If Silver City had been like this in the past, we would have died in the wilderness long ago."

After Elder Colin finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the building.

Derrick stared at the pit, lost in thought for a long time.

After a long while, he let out a soft breath.

perhaps--

The chief is right. He has a prejudice against the elder, so he assumes that she is doing something evil whenever he sees her doing something.

but.

The shepherds of the outside world are the shepherds of the outside world, and Elder Lovia is Elder Lovia.

The two cannot be confused.

Derrick got up and went upstairs.

Once upstairs, he hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not knock on Elder Lovia's door.

He could not explain why he knew about the "shepherd," much less why he knew about the "fallen creator."

These may expose the Tarot Club.

Although His Excellency already knows, Elder Lovia probably doesn't.

He turned and headed back to his room.

……

In the mysterious hall, a bag of soil was swept up by a torrent of information, and then Lovia appeared.

"Your Excellency the Hermit, thank you for summoning me."

Lovia bowed.

Then she looked at Frank.

"Sir, I have brought what you need: a Druid sequence of extraordinary properties, and a potion recipe."

"..."

Madam, you are really honest. Who throws all their chips out at the very beginning?

Roy couldn't bear to watch anymore.

People from Baiyin City always exude the virtue of honesty in this regard.

He smiled and said, "I can be a witness to this deal."

"Thank you. In that case, I would like to keep it with you until he completes part of his research and results."

Lovia quickly bowed and stated her request.

Then, she suddenly felt a little uneasy.

"Of course, I can pay extra if there's a price to pay."

"No need, I'm quite interested in the outcome of your deal as well."

Roy chuckled.

In comparison, Frank's gratitude was rather superficial; he wasn't even as excited as when he saw the Druid's extraordinary qualities and recipe.

The next moment, Frank obtained the potion recipe he had been dreaming of.

The document contains detailed records of the materials and the ceremony.

"Do you possess knowledge of the living habits and physical structure of multiple common animals and three extraordinary creatures?"

Frank muttered to himself, "I feel like I don't need to complete any extra rituals; I can just take the potion and advance, right?"

"No, that's an extremely dangerous thing to do, please don't try it!"

Lovia immediately tried to dissuade her.

The biologist before her was the only "cultivator" extraordinary person she could rely on, and she didn't want to lose her collaborator for a ridiculous reason.

Frank put the items away and said, "I'll be careful. So, how should I receive these things?"

"After you go back, hold a ceremony. The things needed for the ceremony are very simple; they can be books or other knowledge-related items."

Roy smiled faintly, "I will bestow them upon you through a ritual."

Granted...

Frank took a deep breath.

Although he did not have a deep-seated respect for those in high positions, he knew that those who possessed the power of sacrifice and bestowal were definitely godlike beings.

The hermit before me—

Forget it.

not my business.

Frank's secret passage.

He didn't care what kind of being the hermit was, as long as they could help him with his research and achieve his goals.

Upon realizing this, Frank sincerely praised and bowed, saying, "Thank you, great hermit!"

Lovia's heart skipped a beat, and she asked, "Mr. Hermit, could this gentleman join that meeting?"

here you go!

I was just figuring out how to bring it up with Frank without losing face when you did what I wanted to do.

Roy secretly admired him.

"Meeting?"

Frank looked at Lovia, puzzled. "What meeting?"

"This was proposed by the same person as you, hoping to use the temple to help those who love and crave knowledge to share and progress together."

Roy explained, "I agreed, but the meeting was entirely voluntary and had nothing to do with me. I was just providing an opportunity and a platform; I wasn't involved in the exchange."

"I see, then it seems..."

Frank had intended to say that there seemed to be no need to participate.

but.

After thinking it over carefully, he changed his mind.

Exchange and communication.

The hermit's advice was very helpful, allowing him to successfully integrate into the group. Now, the others frequently inquire about his research progress.

visible.

Communication is very important!

Frank sighed, then said, "Mr. Hermit, if it's possible, I'd also like to join this meeting."

"Okay, I will hold a meeting every Sunday at 7 p.m. Please make sure to prepare in advance and maintain sufficient privacy and quiet."

"Yes, I will."

Frank expressed his gratitude again, and then Roy sent both of them back to reality.

(End of this chapter)