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

Chapter 160 Klein: Stop talking, I want to live!

"Thanks."

Grynt sighed regretfully.

Audrey stood to the side, her fingers slightly interlaced.

Viscount Zago encountered a mid-series extraordinary individual from the audience's perspective...

That's terrifying.

As an observer, she understood how terrifying it would be for ordinary people to use the abilities of this sequence. Viscount Zago must have had some kind of extraordinary experience to break free from suggestion and hypnosis.

She pondered for a moment, then looked at Grylint: "Did you ask Mr. Zago what the identity of that audience member's Extraordinary was?"

He said he was a psychologist.

Grynt Road.

"The psychiatrist is the name of audience sequence 7."

Roy continued, "If we're being reasonable, this doctor might be a Sequence 7 Extraordinary, a sequence that also has suggestive, guiding, and mild hypnotic abilities."

Audrey's eyes lit up.

She is now a mind reader, but she doesn't know what the next sequence will be called or what abilities it will have. Now, a veil has been lifted.

pity.

That guy might not be a member of the Psychological Alchemy Society.

No.

What if he is also...

Audrey stopped moving.

If the psychologist isn't a member of the organization you're targeting, that's fine. But if they are, it means the organization you're eager to join isn't some loose organization.

They had a hidden goal; otherwise, why would they have guided or hinted at Viscount Zago to do those things?

Look at it this way.

You need to be wary of "psychological alchemy" and not trust them too much.

Luckily, I have Mr. Fool.

Although one cannot resist hypnosis and suggestion, if one greets Mr. Fool in advance, the Great Fool will surely help one.

It just requires paying the price of keeping some diaries...

Audrey pursed her lips.

"Mr. Green, do you have any of Emperor Roselle's notebooks? I'm very curious about the writings in them..."

Roy shook his head.

"No, I don't understand that kind of knowledge, so I haven't collected it much."

"Okay, thank you."

Audrey sat down regretfully.

She had assumed Mr. Green would collect such notes, but...

Think about it too.

If you don't understand, why save this?

I only wanted to give it to Mr. Fool, otherwise I wouldn't have gone out of my way to collect it.

This is also the attitude of most people.

Roy smiled.

"However, I know someone who has them, but they are very precious. If Miss Audrey would be willing to do me a small favor, I can buy them for you."

"What kind of help?"

Audrey did not immediately agree.

"Could you find out for me who has recently moved in the West End or Queens, and where they've probably moved to?"

"what?"

Audrey paused for a few seconds, then looked at Grelint.

Grynt looked hesitant.

but.

Before he could refuse, Roy smiled and offered new terms.

"Viscount Grelint, you should have become an Extraordinary by now, shouldn't you?"

"Well."

Grelint looked at Roy, then at Liana, and seeing their calm expressions, realized that her secret could no longer be kept.

but.

At this moment, who is the most anxious person...?

That must be Fors.

The apothecary's formula was bought from Roy and then resold to Grelint for £300 and sold for £350.

Earned a small profit of £50.

When the two pharmacists compared their findings, didn't the mistake immediately come to light?

Fors felt a sudden tightness in his chest, and his left hand unconsciously gripped his right.

Roy glanced at him sideways, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Your sequence..."

Fors' pupils dilated instantly.

"Never mind, that's not important. The point is, do you just want to be a Sequence 9, or do you want to climb higher?"

Roy smiled. "That will determine what your payment will be."

"Well."

Grynt, who had been somewhat hesitant, suddenly stopped. He opened his mouth to answer, but found himself unable to say anything.

Want a promotion?

Just a tiny bit.

but.

His initial idea was simply to acquire some extraordinary abilities, to have seen, obtained, and enjoyed them.

This is enough.

As for how far he would go down this path, Grylint hadn't thought about it before, but recently he's been wavering.

Finally, he looked at Audrey, then turned his gaze back.

"I want to get promoted, at least for now."

"Okay, do you know about role-playing?"

Roy asked.

Grelint paused for a second: "What kind of acting?"

"Very well, it seems you don't know, or perhaps you haven't realized it yet."

Roy took out a pen and paper and quickly wrote down a sentence—

"Most extraordinary individuals can find guidance in the names of potions, which can help them master the power of potions more quickly and avoid going mad."

Upon hearing this, Grelint's expression changed rapidly, eventually turning into a moment of understanding.

That's it!

The fat pharmacist urged himself to study pharmacist knowledge so he could prescribe medicine and treat patients, and he constantly scolded himself for not diligently mastering the knowledge...

It turns out that it wasn't simply about treating herself as a servant.

Play.

Does the fat pharmacist know about role-playing?

and.

He also knew he was a pharmacist?

Grynt was filled with doubt, but now that he had benefited, he had to express his gratitude to Grynt to avoid any misunderstanding.

He quickly came to his senses.

"I will help keep an eye out, but I can't guarantee that I can find similar information."

"It's okay, just keep an eye on it. Normally, the person I'm looking for lives near the Kingdom Museum, so the area won't be too big."

Roy explained.

Greening nodded: "That makes things much easier. I'll gather information within my own circle. Who should I give it to if I get any leads?"

"You can go to my house and leave it with Audra's butler."

……

"Madam, something urgent has come up—"

"Hehe, those two little girls, right? No problem, I'll go back by myself."

Liana cracked open some sunflower seeds with a smile on her face, then reached into her fanny pack. "Want some sunflower seeds? We can chat and eat them together."

"No, thank you. I don't like the food."

Roy waved his hand in refusal.

Liana chuckled, "If you have nowhere to go, you can come to my house. There's a big room and a big bed there."

"Madam, what are you thinking? I just know them all, and they weren't mentioned in the transaction just now, so I'm explaining it to them."

Roy felt somewhat embarrassed.

"Just kidding, I'm leaving."

Liana smiled and closed the curtain.

After seeing Liana off, Roy turned back and walked back to Viscount Grelint's house, where he found the two of them preparing to leave through the back door.

"Hugh, Fors."

"Mr. Green?"

The two spoke in unison, then looked at each other before turning to Roy.

Roy smiled and said, "Just call me Green. Calling me 'sir' all the time is too formal."

"Green".

Fors addressed her first, then asked, "Didn't you leave with that lady?"

"no."

Roy said, "I came here to say something."

"Our area of expertise isn't the West End, so it's normal that you don't contact us."

Hugh answered immediately.

Roy smiled and said, "That's not it. Mr. Hyde has moved. He now lives in the South District. If you want to find him, you can come to the Harvest Church in the South District."

"He went to the Harvest Church too?"

Fors was surprised.

Roy was now connected to the Harvest Church, which she knew, but she didn't expect that Hyde was also involved with the Harvest Church.

"The eastern district has been quite unsettled lately."

"What happened?"

Xiu immediately panicked.

She wouldn't really care about other things, but the East District...

This is her territory, an important place where she plays a role now, much like her hometown.

"The Morse Ascetic and the Aurora Society may have joined forces; there are quite a few people there now."

Roy explained it simply.

Fors and Hugh immediately thanked them.

They know.

The other party came specifically to remind them not to go to Hyde's old residence, so as to avoid being targeted by the Morse Order.

"That material..."

"No need to look anymore. And don't show up at that gathering recently. Let's wait a while before talking about it again. After all, no one can guarantee that there aren't any members of the Aurora Society at the gathering."

"That gathering hasn't happened in a while."

Fors said.

Now that Mr. A is wanted, unless the organizers are stupid, it will take at least a while before they can come back and hold the event again.

It might even change its appearance again.

In the short term...

Basically impossible.

but.

The fact that the Aurora Society has joined forces with the Morse Penitentiary is truly astonishing and terrifying news.

She and Hugh watched Roy leave.

As they walked toward the public carriage, each lost in their own thoughts, both pondering what Roy had just said.

Speechless all the way.

They didn't sit down until they got back to their apartment.

"I originally thought I should be able to digest it in a week at most, but now it might be..."

Don't sigh.

Fors lay on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Hearing Hugh's sigh, she paused for a moment before replying, "After Mr. A's party ended, did you still see the people from there?"

Not yet.

Hugh shook his head, then looked at Fors, "What's wrong?"

"I'm wondering, even if we want to hide, will the people over there force us to investigate what's going on here?"

Fors's tone was serious.

arbiter……

This is an extraordinary official channel.

Now that Hugh has entered their field of vision, how could they possibly let him go unchecked? They must have some purpose in doing so.

"What should we do then?"

"have no idea."

Fors lay on the sofa, her voice languid, as if she were asleep.

but.

The next moment, she added helplessly, "I'm really thinking about it, Hugh, let me think about it calmly."

Xiu walked around for a while, then suddenly stopped.

Should we seek help from the Fool?

Forget it.

Find a fool to do such a trivial thing.

wrong.

Didn't the fool tell them to pay attention to the movements of various organizations?

I actually deserve credit for this!

Xiu immediately went inside.

……

In the West End, a cold-faced man in a suit stepped off a steamy subway train, carrying a huge suitcase.

His eyes swept across the crowded people, a hint of malice flashing in them, but he quickly suppressed it.

Then, he followed the flow of people, slowly and carefully walking outside.

"Affluent neighborhood".

"Oh."

He pulled his suitcase and walked towards the Kingdom Museum.

……

Krag Club.

Klein sat in his seat.

In the Hillston district, Detective Isinger has gone missing.

He suspected that the other party might have been attacked.

Then, Klein simply went to see Triss.

After a moment, a handsome "man" dressed in men's clothing, but whose good looks could still be vaguely discerned through the attire, sat down opposite him.

"Triss, or should I call you by your original name?"

"unimportant."

Triss gave a self-deprecating laugh. "Now..."

"Okay, it's really not important."

Klein immediately interrupted, inwardly wishing he could slap himself.

On the way here, I was thinking that I should never ask Triss about her name. How come I forgot when I got here?

He took a deep breath.

"You helped me last time, so as promised, I'll help you this time too."

"But it's not my time yet."

Triss pursed her lips. "I've run into a little trouble and it will take longer before I can do what I want to do."

"You can tell me in advance so I can be mentally prepared."

Klein said.

Triss remained silent for a long time.

She thought for a few seconds, then said, "I'm currently trapped next to someone and can't escape. Don't be fooled by how I always manage to find time to see you; it's not easy at all."

"Trapped?"

Klein knew that the other party had noticed "008's" manipulation, but on the surface, he had to pretend that he was unaware.

Triss said self-deprecatingly, "Ever since I entered Backlund, no, to be precise, ever since more than a month ago, I feel myself slowly becoming unlike myself, more like a puppet being manipulated..."

She recounted her experience.

Klein's spiritual intuition told him that this topic was dangerous, and it was hard to imagine what it would trigger if the conversation continued.

but.

He couldn't interrupt.

Because he needs to know some of it...

More than a month ago.

The timing coincides with the loss of the quill pen.

That thing indeed fell into the hands of the Witch Cult.

but.

This was something I already knew.

He wanted to know—

What exactly does the Witch Cult want Triss to do in order to achieve the secret ending they learned from the Hermit?