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

Chapter 161 Frank: Mr. Hermit, save me!

Inside a hotel in the western district.

Maric lived inside, his voice low and hoarse, struggling to control his malice.

Where should we look?

"Just wander around; as long as he's still in this area, we'll have a chance to run into him."

"Just keep walking if you don't meet them?"

Maric spoke in a low voice, his tone full of sarcasm.

Sharon, who was attached to him, was silent for a few seconds before saying, "Marich, why don't you go back and rest?"

"I'm sorry, I'll try to control myself."

Maric continued forward.

He had only recently been promoted, and his emotions were still quite unstable.

but.

When two vengeful spirits are together, they are more likely to encounter their target.

……

Do you think he'll move?

"There's a high probability that even without me, I wouldn't lose out; I would only have paid a small price."

Roy laughed, "Why not?"

"Roselle's notebook is not cheap; for some, it is more valuable than many magical items."

Liana said calmly, "Of course, there are fewer people like that in recent years."

"So what are you talking about?"

"Back when Russell had just died and his notebooks had just been exposed, a single page of Russell's notebook was worth a fortune."

Liana sat in the carriage, her expression slightly wistful, as if lamenting the vicissitudes of time.

"Vampires are indeed a long-lived race."

Roy couldn't help but sigh.

Liana's nominal brother, Casimi Odra, once lived in Intis during the reign of Roselle.

The reason he came to Backlund and became a nobleman there was because he had lived too long and was afraid that his neighbors would notice something unusual about him.

Liana smiled and said, "With your abilities, you'll eventually become a long-lived person too. How about we find you a vampire girl?"

"No need. Right now, I can barely protect myself, let alone start a family. I have no thoughts of that in the near future."

"Yes, I admire your determination."

……

The following day, in the western district, Grelint entered the home of a viscount.

After a while, he came out and took a carriage to the next place.

In Queens.

Audrey's case is even simpler.

Just ask your family if anyone in Queens has moved recently.

Queens is not a large area.

Moving is something that can be easily resolved by simply gossiping about it every day.

……

Back home, Roy learned that Klein had met Triss.

Although the operation isn't scheduled for today, Klein's current encounter with Triss can provide cover for Sharon and Marich's actions.

and so.

It was a lucky accident.

After expressing his gratitude, Roy entered the mysterious sanctuary, intending to take a routine look at its condition before immersing himself in drawing the scroll.

At that moment, in the mysterious hall, he heard a voice praying.

It's neither Fors nor Lovia.

Because the other party did not use their honorific name, but simply chanted the name of "the hermit", their intention was very strong.

Who is it?

Roy's spiritual extension.

Then, he saw a desolate sea.

On the boundless sea, a rather large ship sails ahead, and from the perspective of the praying person…

maritime?

What's going on?

Roy searched carefully and then spotted a dot on the sea.

Yes, this is a head.

Roy already understood what was going on.

Frank.

He didn't know what he had done, but Cattleya had tied him to a rope and dragged him along in the sea.

It's a truly sad story.

Roy suppressed a laugh, then pondered whether he should see Frank.

While he could relieve Frank's mental anguish, he was powerless to alleviate the seawater's effects.

Even evil gods have their limits.

After pondering for a while.

He led Frank into the mysterious temple.

Frank looked around, then chuckled awkwardly, "Thank you, great hermit, thank you for your mercy and kindness."

Roy, seated at the head of the table, chuckled softly, "It seems your research has yielded results."

Frank opened his mouth slightly, and finally let out a long sigh.

"Thanks to your help, some results have indeed been achieved, but these people cannot understand my incredibly creative research."

"hehe."

Roy couldn't help but laugh.

creativity?

There are definitely some, but it's possible that they've gone too far in creating them.

He was very curious about what Frank had done to make Cattleya, who was usually quite tolerant, lose her temper.

"Although my mushroom accidentally damaged the warehouse, it absorbed the nutrients from the food and water, and instead of being wasted, it turned into a real mushroom."

"But."

"Not only did they not accept it, they also thought I deliberately damaged the warehouse, which makes no sense at all. Why would I deliberately damage the warehouse?"

Frank had a lot of complaints.

It's not his fault.

Anyone who is soaked in the ocean and dragged along would probably not be in a good mood.

but.

The food in the warehouse was all ruined by mushrooms...

This would be a terrible disaster in this era, unless Cattleya had messengers from the others to contact them and urgently send a batch of food and fresh water.

otherwise.

For a long time to come, they may be forced to eat Frank's mushrooms, as well as the milk and fresh water produced from them.

Follow this line of thinking.

No wonder they hung Frank in the sea.

Public anger is hard to quell!

What kind of help do you need?

"Could you help me... Never mind, even if you rescue me, I have to get back to the ship."

Frank initially considered calling for help, but then realized it would be pointless.

on the one hand.

He still had to go back to the ship; otherwise, he wouldn't be able to leave.

on the other hand.

My own mushrooms and research are still on the ship.

Leaving all at once would be too much of a loss, and it would be difficult to find another fleet that could take them in.

Thinking of this, Frank couldn't help but sigh softly.

It's so hard to be understood!

"By the way, I mainly wanted to ask you to help inform that lady that I have made some initial progress, but I need the power of the druids afterward."

Frank said, "After the promotion, my abilities in all aspects will be enhanced, allowing me to better cultivate mushrooms and study the lady's soil."

Roy pondered for a second.

"You can use your memories to visualize the process of nurturing her, and I will give it to her."

"If she approves, you will gain the extraordinary qualities that are residing with me."

This is a reasonable procedure.

Frank nodded.

Soon after, a book appeared on the table, detailing the entire process of Frank's research—

It includes the soil and mushroom cultivation process.

It also includes some theoretical knowledge and ideas, as well as plans and speculations about the next steps, making the content very detailed and rich.

This research material alone is quite valuable.

of course.

The prerequisite is that the person who obtains it needs the material and can tolerate some of the crazy ideas and creativity within it.

Roy pondered for a moment and said, "You could try a type of mushroom that actively absorbs or gathers pollutants and toxins."

"Actively attracting pollution and toxins? So what..."

Frank was about to retort, but quickly shut his mouth.

He realized it.

This is useful.

"Using it to absorb toxins and pollution, thus saving other mushrooms from disaster? That's a good idea, as expected of you."

"This kind of effect can be found in witchcraft, so it's just a simple idea of ​​mine."

Roy smiled faintly.

"This kind of mushroom probably won't be of much use where that lady is, but it would be very useful elsewhere."

"In many places, the soil is so toxic and polluted that it is impossible to grow anything, and the fruit produced is harmful."

"With these types of mushrooms, the soil can be actively enriched and absorbed, slowly but effectively purifying it."

Frank nodded repeatedly.

It really should be studied...

"Thank you for reminding me."

"Go."

Amidst the overwhelming flood of information and the reversal of the vortex, Frank returned to reality.

Then, the icy seawater choked me.

"Help!"

He shouted incoherently.

on board.

Cattleya looked in his direction.

"Heath, pull him up."

"It's only been an hour today. With his physique, he can handle it. Besides, his mushroom just damaged the deck, and everyone is still working on repairs. Now..."

"Pull him up, I have something to ask him."

"Cadelia said calmly."

Heath shrugged and ordered his men to work together to pull the man up.

Frank coughed repeatedly and spat out several mouthfuls of water.

Cattleya turned around quietly.

"Come with me."

Frank followed with a sheepish grin.

Once inside the room, Cattleya asked, "You just saw that great being again?"

"Yes, Captain."

Frank didn't dare lie—

Since Cattleya asked, it means she already has sufficient evidence. Lying or hiding it will be useless; on the contrary, she may have to go into the sea to regain her senses.

Rather than that...

You might as well be honest.

"Did you seek Him out, or does He have something for you to do?"

"I have a deal with another person, the reward of which is a Sequence 5 Druid Extraordinary trait, and I'd like to receive it in advance."

Frank answered honestly.

Then, he cautiously looked at Cattleya: "Captain, I asked you to help me collect auxiliary materials before, you should have been paying attention to collecting them, right?"

Sequence 5.

Cattleya remained silent.

Frank had previously mentioned that he hoped she could help collect some materials. She felt something was off at the time, but she still helped with the search.

original……

Those are auxiliary materials for Sequence 5.

Cattleya nodded gently.

"have."

She thought for a moment and said, "Mushrooms are part of the deal? You weren't interested in mushrooms before."

Frank's previous research focused entirely on hybrids of wheat, rice, and animals.

She thought those things were already pretty explosive.

Until recently, Frank started studying mushrooms...

and.

As his mushroom research drew closer to success, the characteristics he exhibited became increasingly pronounced.

High survivability.

They can survive in any environment, and even if they damage the roots, the mycorrhizae of those mushrooms are still very difficult to destroy.

This mushroom has a clear directional characteristic.

If it were a normal Frank, he would never study them—

Hybrids of dragons and mushrooms were more of a research interest to Frank than anything else.

Frank thought for a moment.

This shouldn't be considered confidential...

He nodded.

"Yes, but I can't tell you the specifics, Captain. Otherwise, even if you don't throw me into the sea, I might still face that person's punishment."

"It's alright."

Cattleya shook her head.

She simply wanted to confirm whether the mushrooms were meant to satisfy the needs of a great being, not to inquire about the nature of the transaction.

in fact.

Aside from the mushroom itself being rather explosive...

Studying these things is also a good thing for them.

At least Frank didn't research any more of those outlandish ideas like cows and wheat, or chickens and barley.

As for mushrooms.

She thought for a moment and said, "When we reach the next supply point, I will prepare a separate boat for you."

"Are you trying to kick me out?"

Frank was stunned.

Cattleya sneered: "After leaving the Future, do you have anywhere else to go? Or do you want to go back to the courtroom?"

"No, I had no such intention, so Captain, you mustn't send me away."

Frank chuckled.

Cattleya sighed, "Your mushrooms are too resilient. If we continue to cultivate them on the Future, our ship will capsize sooner or later. So I'm planning to give them to you."

"For the second ship, I will also provide you with crew and sailors. The basic configuration will be the same, which is equivalent to expanding our pirate crew."

After some explanation, Frank understood.

He got a "promotion".

Now I'm the first mate. After being separated, it's like having my own ship. Although there are fewer people on board, I'm still in a higher position than the first mate.

Also.

On your own ship, you can do whatever you want...

"I'll make Heath your captain, and if you misbehave, I'll really kick you out of my crew."

"Cadelia said seriously."

Frank froze instantly.

I'm not the captain?

"Is there a problem?"

"No, no problem."

Frank dared not object.

Caldelia nodded gently: "That's settled then, but there's still one problem. It doesn't matter whether you eat mushrooms or not, but you can't force people who can't handle it to eat them."

She looked at Frank.

"You caused this mess, so you're the one who needs to fix it."

"Um, can I use mushrooms to purify the water?"

"..."

Cattleya remained silent.

A few seconds later, she said, "If there's really no other way, that's fine too, but what about the food?"

"I will ask others for help; I will handle this."

Frank waved his hand confidently.

We have connections!

It's just a small amount of grain; can't we just get rid of it?

"very good."

Cattleya nodded. "If you have the ability to solve it yourself, the others won't have any objections. This will help you when you take charge of a ship or a certain force in the future."

Frank paused, taken aback.

Cattleya continued, "Frank, encountering a great being that is resurrecting is your opportunity. Don't drift aimlessly like you have in the past."

"Thank you, Captain, I'll remember that."

Frank answered seriously—

Even if he didn't think he had been "muddled" in the past, Cattleya meant well.

Cattleya nodded.

"Resolve this as soon as possible. I will inform everyone of your promise. By tomorrow or the day after at the latest, I hope to see enough food, not the mushroom kind."

"Yes."

Frank made a serious promise.

He went back and went to find the hermit!

(End of this chapter)