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

Chapter 142 Susie, you will become a big shot!

Inside an apartment in the Joewood district.

Hugh sat in the hall, waiting for Fors to come home.

Two or three hours later, she heard noises coming from the direction of the toilet, and she knew—

Fors is back.

Fors looked exhausted, holding a book in her hand, reading as she walked, until she returned to the hall and saw Hugh sitting there deep in thought.

"Hugh? Didn't you go to the East District today?"

"Um."

Hugh nodded slightly. "I had a party today, so I came back early."

She looked up and gazed at Fors with a wistful look.

"Fors, are you hiding something from me?"

"Huh? How could that be...?"

Fors paused for a few seconds, then looked around, casually put the book down, and pretended to go and tend to the potted plants.

"Was it a party with that person? How did it go? Did you try to probe as I told you to?"

"have."

Hugh said slowly, "She admitted it; she recommended me to Mr. Fool."

"It really was her. My guess was right. Miss Audrey is also a follower of that man, and she hopes to develop us into followers of that man as well."

Fors sighed and said, "But since she admitted it, it suggests that this Mr. Fool is not an ordinary evil god; he may be kind and trustworthy."

"If that's the case..."

Hugh said quietly, "Fors, I once asked Mr. Fool a question."

"Um?"

Fors made a listening gesture.

Hugh said, "I ask you, Mr. Fool, is the other one... still under investigation?"

Fors' eyes widened suddenly, and her heart pounded.

Fortunately, she had her back to him and wasn't facing him directly, otherwise she might have lost her composure by now.

"Turn around, Fors!"

"I said sternly."

Fors unconsciously obeyed the order, and then realized that the other party might have used their power. She was a little embarrassed and annoyed, but she still forced herself to remain calm.

"The other one, are you referring to me?"

"Yes, because Miss Audrey recommended both you and me, that's why she needs you to say your name as well."

Hugh said, "But guess what that gentleman said?"

"How should I answer?"

Fors raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a smile, seemingly unconcerned about the outcome.

She sat down calmly, but her fingers slipped inside her sleeves.

Hugh glanced at it.

Then she said, "She doesn't need my help."

"!!!"

Fors's heart was filled with turbulent waves.

Shock and horror filled my mind; for a moment, I didn't know if the man meant he had found a way to deal with the crisis, or if he meant...

The Hermit?!

She forced herself to remain calm and smiled, saying, "Hugh, you see, even the great being has said I don't need help. I've already told you, I'm no longer bothered by the full moon."

"Fors, we've known each other for so many years, don't you know each other's habits? You're definitely hiding something from me."

Hugh said in a deep voice, "Think about it carefully. Something was wrong from the moment you suddenly started working hard to make money and collect knowledge."

"What's wrong?"

"You weren't this diligent before. You would never stand up if you could lie down, and you would never go out if you could stay on the sofa."

Hugh smiled and said, "Why would someone like you suggest running errands to earn money?"

Fors opened his mouth, but for a moment he couldn't say anything to refute it.

In fact, she longs for that kind of life now, but the circumstances don't quite allow it.

In order to maintain the dignity of "1" and prove that Mr. Hermit had not misjudged her, she must work hard.

Second.

She herself also needs to improve her abilities to strengthen her ability to fight against the full moon.

"Hugh, I think you're becoming more and more like a real sheriff. Those thieves would go weak in the knees if they saw you! Your wisdom shines as brightly as the sun!"

Fors complimented.

Xiu, with a cold expression, chuckled and said, "Then let's get back to our original topic: what exactly are you hiding?"

"An existence that cannot be spoken of."

"Sure enough, no wonder you're always home on Sundays, and unusually quiet."

……

Inside a villa in Queens.

The noblewoman opened her eyes and sighed wistfully.

After a moment, a pair of eyes gazed at her intently.

Audrey was startled, then realized it was Susie and exclaimed, "Susie, you startled me!"

"Audrey, you seem to have something on your mind."

Susie vibrated the air.

Audrey said wistfully, "Yes, I don't know how to put it, but I introduced two people to me, and now they seem to know it was me."

"That's normal, Audrey."

Susie wagged her tail.

Audrey looked at it, not understanding what it wanted to say.

Susie continued, "As Emperor Roselle once said, everything leaves a trace. No matter how well you do it, there will always be a flaw."

Audrey opened her mouth wide, momentarily speechless.

Her lips moved, and finally she uttered, "Susie, you are a learned dog. Perhaps one day, you will also become a great figure in the extraordinary world."

As a dog, Susie now loves reading and enjoys reading all sorts of books.

Its wisdom also grows rapidly in the process of reading.

and.

No one will be wary of a dog.

The thought that one day Susie might surpass her made Audrey's heart tighten—

They both became extraordinary.

If in the end we are not even as good as a dog, then we will be extremely ashamed.

No!

We must work hard.

We cannot let Susie surpass us.

"Thanks to you, otherwise I would just be an ordinary dog ​​now."

Susie's tail wagged rapidly, completely unaware of her owner's thoughts, and she thought the other person was just saying what they meant.

As a dog, although it has read many books, it is clearly not yet able to truly understand the various emotions of humans.

Audrey felt a little relieved and smiled slightly.

"Susie, we will definitely become big shots, we all will! But now, you need to help me think of something. Those two people you sent to deliver the letter before might know my identity."

"Then I'll know."

"But they may also know that you are extraordinary."

"There seems to be no other way."

Susie wagged her tail. "You must have been prepared for this when you asked me to deliver the letter, right?"

"Okay, then."

……

After returning to reality, some time later, Alger delivered the diary Roy needed through the Fool.

The diary was filled with the craftsmanship knowledge that Sharf had sent him.

"I feel that the essence of craftsmanship is to use the combination of materials to highlight the extraordinary characteristics or effects of the materials, while suppressing the negative aspects."

"Or there are extraordinary items that aim for powerful one-sided effects, but also have powerful negative effects..."

Roy was reading.

After reading it, he seemed to be deep in thought.

According to Sharlf's understanding, the craftsmanship of extraordinary items is not much different from witchcraft or scroll making.

The combination of multiple materials highlights the powerful characteristics of the main material, allowing it to exert its maximum effect or suppress its negative effects.

This can be considered a successful manufacturing.

The theory is simple, but the difficulty lies in how to implement and combine it. Part of the subsequent content is about how to do it.

of course.

These are Sharf's notes, so they appear scattered and lack a systematic summary of knowledge, but that's normal.

If Sharf can systematically summarize this, then he will no longer be an ordinary craftsman, but someone who has fully digested the knowledge and can advance to a higher level as long as there are rituals and potions.

Roy read it repeatedly, then fell into deep thought.

I have a lot of extraordinary properties, as well as some extraordinary items that are not very useful.

For example, biotoxin bottles.

This extraordinary item was obtained from the vengeful spirits of the Rose School; it can release a variety of toxins.

but.

On the one hand, its function overlaps with Roy's poison powder bottle.

On the other hand, its effects are uncontrollable, and it cannot mitigate risks through wind like a poison powder bottle.

Aside from special beings like vengeful spirits, it's not very convenient for other extraordinary beings to use.

If he mastered the craftsman's skills, he could consider reorganizing this extraordinary item with information, transforming it back into its original extraordinary characteristics.

correct.

It can also be completely decomposed, transforming it into four extraordinary properties...

"I promised to help Lilith expand the anchor point, which requires me to have enough food, but this cannot be done by ordinary means."

We must rely on extraordinary items!

Roy took out the biological toxin bottle and quickly began to decompose it. After a moment, four extraordinary properties were displayed in a row.

From left to right, they are sequence 9 farmers to sequence 6 biologists.

"Start with the simple things."

Roy was in high spirits.

He has many different materials in the mysterious temple, and it is not difficult to find some that are suitable for the farmer.

Farmers...

The simplest way is actually to incorporate it into a hoe.

but.

Nowadays, production is all mechanized, and tools like hoes and shovels are too inefficient and seem to have little use in large-scale production.

"First, go to the Harvest Church and borrow some books there about farming."

"Hmm, the priest should be willing to oblige, right?"

Roy wasn't very confident, but he still wanted to give it a try.

He went downstairs to the Harvest Church.

Then, everything went smoothly.

Utravsky agreed almost without hesitation, and Roy borrowed a lot of knowledge about farming and seeds.

Finally, he found materials to curb the characteristics of farmers.

The sap of the datura flower!

By using toxins to suppress the effects of farmers' increased strength, the variables are reduced to a minimum, allowing for better utilization of the ability to "discern".

Back in the hall, he quickly began to operate.

In the beginning...

Failure, failure.

After an unknown amount of time, Roy finally produced a barely passable finished product.

These are non-prescription glasses.

but.

Wearing it allows one to see the characteristics of the seed more clearly. If Roy were to use it, he could even use the power of the Temple of Knowledge to directly reveal the information of what he sees.

Its negative effects are—

It can only be used for a maximum of one hour per day, otherwise it will produce toxins that affect the eyes and subsequently the brain.

It still has flaws, but at least...

Roy succeeded.

He confirmed his conjecture.

The abilities of the Mysterious Hall can indeed be used to achieve characteristics similar to those of a craftsman, giving him the possibility of converting his surplus extraordinary characteristics into tangible combat power and wealth.

Second.

Roy has an idea.

He achieved the previous goal of making reels more affordable, and now some cheap but less effective reels are being produced.

It mainly refers to water-related reels.

and.

Roy has recently been researching freshwater reels—

If successful, it will provide portable and controllable freshwater storage for fleets sailing at sea, truly benefiting the public.

Therefore, he asked Sozer to help him collect materials about the freshwater river.

But besides cost-effectiveness, he had another conjecture.

That is……

Create a reusable scroll, like "Lemano's Travel Notes," using a large enough leather scroll to incorporate extraordinary features.

Then, various witchcraft symbols were written on it.

When needed, simply activate that part of the magical symbols.

Roy wasn't sure if it would help with digestion, but he felt that such extraordinary items would be very useful and definitely worth trying.

After all that trouble, he lost a lot of materials.

Back to reality, looking outside, it was already late at night, and my stomach rumbled with hunger.

It's already evening!

There were no pedestrians on the streets; it must be late at night.

……

next morning.

Tilly, who hadn't visited in a long time, came to visit and woke Roy, who was still sleeping.

Roy went downstairs to open the door.

Upon meeting, Tilly quickly whispered, "Sir, it seems I've made contact with the Morse Order."

Roy raised an eyebrow.

"Come in and speak."

"Yes."

Tilly came in, and Roy poured her a glass of water.

She took a sip and then quickly said, "Last night, someone came to me. Well, I couldn't make out his face or identity, but he should be a man."

"Unable to distinguish?"

"Yes, according to my divination, he must have used some kind of witchcraft."

Tilly explained.

Roy nodded slightly, signaling the other person to continue.

Tilly paused for a moment, then said, "He said he wanted me to help him gather information on some people, and he gave me some money."

"Who should I look for?"

"A shaman who often helps heal the homeless."

Tilly answered.

This isn't me?

Roy found it somewhat amusing, but then his expression turned cold.

"You should first contact him, occasionally telling him some news about me in exchange for gold pounds, and then after a while, if he trusts you enough, I will tell you what to do."

"Won't this harm you?"

"Won't."

Roy smiled.

With prior preparation, he was confident he could defeat even that mysterious waiter, of course—

It's the kind of situation where you have to call in reinforcements.

With Bernadette's attention, why would I be afraid of them?

What I'm afraid of is that they won't come!

Tilly nodded and said, "So what should I do when I get back?"

"I'll teach you."

Roy briefly recounted his previous actions, omitting his dealings with Klein and Sharon regarding the Rose School.

Secondly, there was that time in the square, which he also described briefly.

Tilly nodded repeatedly.

She then said, "I'll start with the homeless, and then after a while, I'll share information from those who have become normal people."

"Um."

"Finally, I told them about what happened in the square before, but that might lead them to the former Witte Party, which is now the Poles Party."

Tilly hesitated. "Wouldn't this be bad for you?"

"It doesn't matter. Gangs are just gangs after all. They may have the biggest backing, but ultimately they can't get into the mainstream."

Roy said, "Don't worry about me. Sell the information as usual, and keep the profits for promotions or expansion. Also, keep an eye on your subordinates to see if they are clever and loyal, understand what I mean?"

"Um."

"How's the potion digestion going?"

Roy started asking other questions.

Tilly chuckled and said, "I feel like I've mostly digested it, but I haven't seen the obvious signs you mentioned yet. It should take at most a week or two to fully digest."

"I have the recipe for Sequence 8. You can pay me back slowly, but you'll have to pay for the materials yourself; I won't help you with that."

Roy said calmly.

"Thank you, sir."

Tilly was overjoyed.

Having a potion recipe would save her a lot of time.

Roy took out a piece of paper and quickly wrote down a recipe.

"Keep an eye out in your circle lately; if you see any of these materials, you can buy them."

"it is good."

Tilly nodded.

Roy nodded and said, "Go ahead, but be careful not to be followed when you come here."

"yes!"

She quickly left through the back door.

Although Tilly's physical skills haven't improved much, she has gradually become a qualified fortune teller thanks to her mastery of magic, rituals, and mystical knowledge.

Her business is slowly getting back on track.

It is said that she is already quite famous in the South District, and many people know her as the "underground fortune teller".

"Underground" refers to the fact that she operates in the thief and gray area, while "fortune teller" refers to the advice she often gives to thieves and homeless people.

Many gangs and factories would buy information from her.

but.

You can make as much money as you want, but if you encounter a domineering gang or a local tyrant, you usually won't make any money and might even lose some.

When you lack the strength, there's nothing you can do about it.

but.

The Morse Order actually approached her...

This surprised Roy.

"If she gathers the materials herself, it might not be long before the Secret Order comes looking for her."

Roy thought to himself.

If Tilly joins the secret order, and it can be guaranteed that she'll be one of their own—

It seems pretty good?

He thought for a moment, then turned around and continued studying the freshwater reel.

The reel is already in the works.

If the materials arrive in the afternoon, we can try to make a batch and see if it can actually be used.

(End of this chapter)