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

Chapter 16 Promotion: Fighting Scholar!

Roy stood in the basement hall, understanding why Carl wouldn't let him in.

The church likely used extraordinary characteristics this time as well.

He stood in the hall, a slight sigh escaping his lips.

In just over a month, he quickly assimilated the knowledge of the Seeker and was about to become a Fighting Scholar.

Although they cannot compare to professional fighters, after becoming a martial arts scholar, the Seeker has some basic combat ability and a slight talent for combat.

It's better than now, when we have no fighting ability at all.

He waited for a few minutes.

The door creaked open, and Karl stepped out, holding a glass of purple and red liquid.

"Drink it."

Roy took it, wanting to reply with "What's the price?", but then he thought—

Either Karl didn't understand, or he blurted out "Rossel".

Neither of these outcomes was the result he desired.

Roy drank it all in one gulp.

It stings the throat!

That was his first reaction, followed by a sharp pain in his head.

Incessant mutterings filled my ears.

All sorts of knowledge, mixed with extremely obscure language, were poured into my ears in a cold and obscure way, and my body seemed to lose its balance in an instant.

The next moment, all the babbling disappeared.

He vaguely sensed that his connection with the mysterious temple had become stronger and more concealed.

perhaps.

Upon entering the mysterious hall, he will sense specific changes.

Seeing Roy's physical symptoms improve, a strange look flashed in Carl's eyes, and then he said, "You can move around now and see how you feel."

"Um."

Roy tried it out for a bit, then seemed to realize something, "My balance is much better now, which allows me to adapt to various fighting tactics."

"Well, figure it out yourself. I'm sure you'll bring me good news soon."

Karl chuckled, "If you need extraordinary items, please accumulate merits or gold pounds. Of course, you can also obtain them from enemies; if they are not suitable, you can exchange them."

"Thank you, Mr. Carl."

Roy bowed respectfully.

Extraordinary item.

He did come into contact with one.

Based on the circumstances at the time, he felt that the dagger he had used earlier at least possessed the ability to grant him a temporary burst of power; he had that feeling when he held it in his hand.

Unfortunately, he didn't have a very good relationship with Mr. Azik.

Unlike Klein, who got his hands on the writhing hunger for free.

The extraordinary characteristics of a martial arts scholar can actually be used to create extraordinary items, but he cannot explain their origin.

Roy watched with regret as Carl went up to the second floor.

When they arrived on the first floor, Ryan was sitting in a corner. Upon seeing him, Ryan looked away with some shame.

"I should have agreed to your suggestion that we should have discussed and consulted with everyone at the time."

"No one would guess whether it's true or false."

Roy didn't think Ryan was wrong.

His statement is like an experimental drug; he took it himself and found it effective, but this cannot be used as a general case for promotion.

What if there's a mistake?

That would mean the deaths of a large number of people.

The mechanical heart of Tingen may come to a standstill as a result.

Klein has the case of Daly to back him up, Roy doesn't.

Ryan's hesitation and desire to play it safe were normal. The reason he regretted it was because he realized that Roy's "medicine" was correct, and he did not expect that it would be banned from being disseminated immediately after being reported.

"A couple of days ago, I told Suna and the others that I wanted to try to become a real martial arts scholar."

Ryan sighed.

"I will also go to a fighting club to learn and further my skills."

Roy smiled.

The two looked at each other and then stopped talking about it.

Hopefully, the rest of you will understand.

Ryan put his worries aside and thought of something else: "Didn't I say last time that your weekly wage was only temporary? Now that you've become a combat scholar, you'll get a weekly wage of 10 pounds."

"Thank you, Mr. Ryan."

Roy was initially overjoyed.

£10 a week.

That's £40 a month...

but.

Thinking about the materials and gold pounds needed for Sequence 7, he suddenly lost his joy.

A fixed salary is definitely not a future.

He calmed down and asked, "Then do I still need to wipe the table?"

"No need, I'll arrange for someone else to handle things here."

Old Ryan shook his head.

There aren't many sequences in the Mechanical Heart that excel in combat. Fighting Scholar is already a rare type that is relatively good among low sequences. How could he possibly let Roy continue doing his old job?

"Just do what you want. Right now, you're like me, with a high degree of autonomy in the bar. Just come back when we need you."

"Thanks."

……

Sequence 8.

Roy didn't expect that he could digest it so quickly, and that he could successfully cover up his role by taking advantage of the instigator's unexpected incident and apply for the Fighting Scholar potion.

Although it's a "loan" magic potion, the cost is minimal—

No matter what Karl demands, he will deal with the Morse Order, wipe out those madmen, and even destroy their source, the Hidden Sage.

This was determined by his circumstances and the path he took.

Rounding down is practically the same as giving it away for free.

He was deeply grateful to Carl and Ryan. Without them, Roy wouldn't have been able to improve his strength so quickly. He could foresee that Mr. Carl must have put in a lot of effort in applying for the potion.

Roy pondered this carefully, then shook his head in disappointment.

At Sequence 9, he had practiced fighting and firearms diligently, but now that he has reached the level of a fighting scholar, he has not felt any significant progress in his mastery of the skills.

this means.

That amount of combat training wasn't enough to allow for rapid assimilation.

of course.

There is another possibility—

"A martial arts scholar and a martial arts fighter are not the same thing."

"Perhaps I need to do more than just learn martial arts; I also need to summarize and synthesize it like a scholar, turning it into a systematic body of knowledge, rather than simply learning and mastering it."

Roy seemed to be deep in thought.

The path to uncovering secrets ultimately boils down to the path of "knowledge".

and so.

The emphasis of "fighting scholar" is not actually on fighting, but on the word "scholar".

He walked toward the fighting club, pondering to himself.

I don't know how "Klein" is doing.

As a member of the Mechanical Heart, he could not know Klein's condition at all times and accurately, and could only estimate that the other party had probably landed by using the time.

"If it's already landed, it seems I'm not destined to be among the first batch."

Roy chuckled to himself.

He didn't have any ancient artifacts and couldn't establish a connection with the Source Castle.

Forget about being among the first batch of elders.

Colorado Club.

Becky was instructing the others on how to box.

Roy looked at him.

Reaching Sequence 8, his Eye of Secrets ability became even stronger—

Becky's etheric body is very thick.

This means that the other person's physical body and life energy far exceed those of ordinary people.

An extraordinary one?

However, he must be a registered extraordinary individual, otherwise the Mechanical Heart would not have sent someone to learn from him.

Becky is also larger than average.

Fighter?

Roy pondered silently to himself.

He stood to the side, quietly observing Becky's instruction and the other person's imitation and learning.

It's the same old routine.

Train your strength, then train your muscle control and techniques.

He observed several people, and combined this with his month-long combat training, a vague understanding dawned on him—

The first stage is to train strength.

The essence of the next stage is to practice control over the body and muscles.

That's exactly what Becky taught.

but.

After his promotion, his insight seemed to have improved as well. He noticed that Becky's punches seemed a bit uncoordinated, especially the moves of his left and right hands.

He couldn't say for sure.

"The first step is to summarize based on other people's and your own experiences; the second step is to verify it yourself."

Step by step, it was summarized into a systematic body of knowledge and theories.

Only in this way can the role be considered a closed loop.

(End of this chapter)