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

Chapter 14 I Apply to Become a Fighting Scholar

Half a day later, Old Barry was found.

When Roy saw the corpse, he felt quite nauseous, but he managed to hold it in and not act too rudely.

"Mr. Green."

"It's alright, I'll go take a look."

Roy took a deep breath at the edge, then held his breath and walked over.

When they found Old Barry, he was covered in rats and insects, with flies buzzing around him. Fortunately, he only had one fatal wound.

This indicates that he died quickly and without suffering much pain.

He took out the pendulum.

"Old Barry's death was the result of extraordinary abilities."

The pendulum slowly rotates clockwise.

This proves that Barry's death was indeed related to Triss.

"Old Barry's death is related to Triss."

Counterclockwise.

Divination related to Triss has once again been misled and blocked.

Is Mrs. Sharon so free?

Or is this related to that lousy screenwriter?

But isn't Dunn their target?

Roy frowned, then seemed to be deep in thought.

Perhaps once he returns home and enters the mysterious hall, he will be able to more clearly understand the ins and outs of the matter.

"Officer, does Old Barry have any enemies? Not exactly enemies, but someone they have a conflict with is fine too."

"This may take some time."

The other party said with difficulty.

Roy nodded: "The mastermind behind this has a strong ability to instigate, so we must find people who may have been in contact with Old Barry and use them as clues to find the physical characteristics of the murderer."

"Okay, we'll cooperate."

The police officer was helpless.

They must meet the needs of organizations like Mechanical Heart and Night Watchers as much as possible, or their superiors will not forgive them.

I'll be busy again this afternoon.

Roy did not attempt to perform divination again.

He had determined that this matter was related to Triss, but it involved some deep mysteries, and some memories were bound to the temple, making it impossible to piece together the clues.

As a time traveler, he also couldn't directly give the answer.

and so.

We can only wait for further clues.

Roy worked on the scene for a while until he finished his shift, and then returned to the Black Iron Bar.

"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Green."

Suna smiled sweetly and handed over a drink, "Freshly squeezed grape juice, would you like a glass?"

"Thank you, but I don't need it right now."

Roy's face turned pale at the thought of Old Barry's corpse.

Suna smiled, took a sip, and said, "Then I'll drink it myself."

"I'm going back now."

Roy took a napkin, covered his mouth, and then made an uncomfortable expression.

Suna nodded.

She heard about Roy.

This kind of thing happens to both the Mechanical Heart and the Night Watchers, but it's clearly Roy's first time.

After leaving the bar, Roy's complexion returned to normal.

He wasn't actually that upset.

After all, the first person he killed was actually that martial arts scholar.

Blood splattered all over my face.

"I'm adapting to this crazy era."

Roy was slightly saddened.

Back home, he eagerly entered the mysterious hall, where all his memories returned.

He conjured a piece of paper.

The top section listed the next few major events in a haphazard fashion, and then—

Roy linked the several together.

Lanius.

Meigoos.

The offspring of the true Creator.

In this incident, Megos happened to be a member of the Church of Steam and Machinery.

Although they might not be happy to abort the brat, it wouldn't fit the needs of a bad screenwriter if the Steam Church got involved instead of the Night Church.

It's not impossible.

but.

Unless there are other implications, the Steam Church is unlikely to get involved.

Roy thought for a moment and then added another comment below.

"The Ascetic Order of Morse".

The original version did not include the Morse Penitentiary; the Steam Church only slightly targeted it, unlike now, which focuses a great deal of effort on the Morse Penitentiary in the Tingen region.

My own appearance changed the goals of the Mechanical Heart.

A wide-ranging search may make it difficult to conceal Meg O'Sullivan's actions.

and so.

A mediocre screenwriter had no choice but to step in?

"Very likely."

Paper has transformed into numbers, returning to the mystical temple.

Roy couldn't help but sigh.

These are butterfly wings.

The subtle changes led to a series of unforeseen events, and it remains to be seen whether Triss will be able to escape once he boards the ship.

He couldn't help but want to laugh.

Ince must be very distressed right now, right?

No.

He may be even more troubled in the future.

In the original work, a tarot gathering sparked his writing; now, he's added his own "hermit" and "knowledge exchange" meet-and-greet events.

Ince's suffering will only increase.

For example, Klein recently.

Roy sighed and returned to reality.

As he returned to reality, his memories of 008 were sealed away, leaving only a vague impression as a warning.

……

"Good morning."

"Good morning, Miss Suna. What brings you here today?"

"Wipe tables and serve dishes, but there's not much work in the morning, so you can take a short break."

Suna laughed.

Roy nodded slightly and then went to the basement.

Old Ryan didn't go out.

"Mr. Ryan, is there any lead on what happened yesterday?"

"It's no longer our responsibility."

Ryan put down his book. "Mr. Carl suspects that this incident was instigated by an instigator."

"Instigator?"

Roy demonstrated his "curiosity" at the opportune moment.

Ryan gave a brief explanation of the instigator, then slapped his forehead and said, "By the way, the person you had the police find has been found. We got information about the other person's appearance from him, and he looks very similar to the person you described. We can almost be sure it's the same person."

Upon hearing this, Roy's expression suddenly froze.

He realized—

This is my chance!

"Roy?"

"Hmm? Oh, I was thinking, that's great."

Ryan smiled and said, "You've done a great job this time; you deserve a commendation."

"Mr. Ryan, I just had an idea. Could I take this opportunity to apply for the Fighting Scholar's potion? The recipe is fine too; I can search for the materials myself."

Roy hurriedly made his request.

Ryan looked you up and down, then said seriously, "You've only been a Seer for a short time, and you already want to become a martial arts scholar? Aren't you afraid of going insane?"

"This 'instigator' gave me some ideas and also confirmed my progress and gains. I feel that I am not far from complete mastery."

Roy was very excited.

Old Ryan frowned: "What do you mean?"

"During this period, I reminded myself of my identity as a seeker of secrets and used my motto to guide myself. I also summarized some rules for being a seeker of secrets."

Roy recounted, "I felt I mastered the ability to see through secrets very quickly."

Ryan pondered for a moment, without interrupting or scolding.

Upon careful consideration, he discovered that Roy had indeed mastered the ability to see through secrets very quickly, and his learning speed was also very fast.

He thought for a moment and then asked, "What about this time?"

"Why would this instigator incite those workers to riot? Was it simply to please himself or some evil god?"

Roy said, "Based on his own progress, I dare to guess that the key to quickly mastering the potion might lie in the name of the potion. He is an instigator, so he wants to instigate others to cause trouble. If we follow this line of reasoning, I think he will instigate more crimes."

"Instigation, the name of the potion."

Ryan muttered to himself, and then a faint realization dawned on him.

No wonder Mr. Carl took over.

If that's the case, it means there will be more incidents to come, and the Black Iron Bar doesn't have the resources or manpower to handle them.

This shows that...

Perhaps such a method truly exists.

Do not!

Roy's thinking may not be entirely correct.

If Roy's conjecture is not universally applicable, spreading it indiscriminately could easily bring disaster to others.

Be careful!

He still had some reservations: "Are you really close to having completely mastered it?"

"Hmm, I feel that if I read some more books and acquire some esoteric knowledge, I should be able to take the next stage of the potion. But I have to thank that person for that."

Roy pointed to his eyes.

The two understood each other without saying a word.

The wise man is hidden.

The ability of those who seek secrets to quickly master potions is not unrelated to the knowledge imparted by the hidden sages.

of course.

That's the root of their madness.

"Mr. Ryan, perhaps others share similar sentiments? Should we discuss this with others? Maybe we'll come up with some new ideas?"

Roy said.

Ryan shook his head and said, "Perhaps you are right, but what if you are wrong? I will submit the potion matter to Mr. Carl for you, and then I will test it myself. It's not too late to let everyone know if I have any progress."

"Okay, thank you."

Roy bowed slightly and did not insist further.

(End of this chapter)