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

Chapter 170 Amon, what do you want to do?

"Are you from this school of thought? Are you sure it's okay to bring it out?"

Roy revealed the other party's background.

The portly pharmacist paused for a moment, then shrugged and said, "It doesn't matter. This is just the prologue. It records the past of our organization, and the matter I need help with is also related to it."

He said sincerely, "I think this is the minimum attitude, and..."

Darkwell faced the great hermit, not daring to utter the second half of his sentence, but the meaning was self-evident.

He believed that the hermit had invited him to the study group not because of his own merits.

A pharmacist at Sequence 9...

Where does it get such a high value?

It's more likely due to their school of thought, just like that Ms. No. 1, who seems to have a powerful family background.

The hermit's selection of people has hidden conditions.

therefore.

He thought he could try asking for help at the meeting.

Driven by this mindset, Darkwell produced the prologue to "The Origin of Life".

The book records the origins of the School of Life, many of its secrets, and some secrets about the "Pharmacist" and "Monster" pathways.

Klein was deeply shocked, and his mind involuntarily turned to Will Unsett, who was now Allen's child.

A terrifying mercury serpent.

It seems He might be an angel from the Life School.

A child...

Angel?

Klein had a vague feeling that the angel might also be behind Darkwell's transformation.

He looked intently at the other person, then picked up the book in his hand and pondered silently.

After a few seconds, he spoke: "What kind of help do you want?"

"Gentlemen and ladies, I believe that the Hermit has taken notice of you, and I hope you can help me find someone named Roy King, who is my teacher."

Darkwell said sincerely, "Even if we can't find it, some information will do, and I will reward you handsomely."

After a moment of contemplation, everyone nodded in unison.

Klein spoke first: "If I hear anything, I will tell you through Mr. Hermit or the Study Group."

Lovia naturally couldn't know which book was related to which organization, but from what she learned from the book, this organization was related to two paths: monsters and pharmacists.

Such an organization...

Even if something happens now, it could still be of great help to Silver City.

really.

The hermit wasn't so casual in his selection of people.

Her eyes swept over the others.

Number 4 represents the "Life School" organization, so what about numbers 1 to 3?

According to Ms. No. 1's explanation, the three of them were the earliest members, equivalent to the elders of the study group.

Their identities are definitely not simple.

As for number "6", she knows it quite well.

This is a Sequence 6 Extraordinary from the Cultivator Path, who may soon become a Sequence 5, and has some connection to the sect to which this path belongs.

but.

They don't have that deep a relationship, because his idea is just too outrageous.

In this world...

Perhaps only Silver City can accommodate him.

Lovia's heart stirred.

She smiled and said, "I'm not interested in finding people, but if you need guidance on related knowledge, I can do my best to help."

"Thank you, ma'am."

But I probably won't need it.

Darkwell thought to himself.

Asking a pharmacist to fight is really asking too much of a question.

Furthermore.

Even if the School of Life Sciences is in decline, it doesn't need a mere lackey like him risking his life!

The others also said they would help keep an eye on it, and then continued to study the contents of the book.

The Origin of Life does not cover much.

This book is only the prologue, but the past events mentioned in it have indeed broadened everyone's horizons.

not only that.

The above information was mentioned.

A large portion of the "Moon" faction within the Life School has become members of the Rose School.

Afterwards, Lovia shared knowledge of a combat technique—

This has become a regular part of her routine.

Frank then shared a related discovery from his research, after which everyone shared their observations, bringing this mysterious learning session to a close.

but.

Finally, Lovia looked up.

"Mr. Hermit, I hope Mr. Number 6 can stay a little longer. I would like to have a private conversation with him."

"Can."

The next moment, Fors, Klein and the others were sent back to reality.

Only Roy's true form, Lovia, and Frank remained in the mysterious hall, with Lovia's eyes fixed on Frank.

"Don't people eat the mushrooms you're researching?"

"Yes."

Frank looked distressed.

He couldn't help but sigh.

"I can guarantee that the mushrooms are not poisonous; in fact, they are incredibly nutritious."

"but."

"Worldly prejudices are like mountains; they are unwilling to try to cross them to see the magnificent scenery beyond."

Frank had become a poet and philosopher.

The lack of recognition for his research findings left him feeling frustrated and depressed.

but.

The next moment, Lovia's words filled Frank with joy.

"If possible, could you process those mushrooms for me? Of course, that is, provided they are indeed non-toxic."

"sure!"

Frank was overjoyed.

He couldn't be happier!

The mushrooms have now been dug up and the mycelium has been separated, but if a place can be found to bury them and cultivate them, they should be able to regrow.

but.

Once mushrooms are harvested, they will rot and decay within a few days.

Seeing food being wasted, especially food created by Frank himself, evoked mixed feelings.

but.

Soon, he made a request.

"However, if you need it, I would appreciate it if you could cooperate with a simple trial."

"What attempt?"

"Um, I'd like to see if the mushrooms I'm cultivating can grow in your area, but please note that they reproduce very quickly."

Frank spoke, carefully considering how to explain and give instructions—

He has no experience in this area.

Previously, we only focused on research and never considered curbing its growth or other related issues.

Roy chuckled softly and interjected.

"A creature without natural predators is a disaster."

Natural enemies?

Frank paused for a moment, then clapped his hands excitedly: "That's right, they are natural enemies! There are many factors in nature that can influence them, but there are none that can be cultivated artificially."

This is also why the cabin was torn apart.

He thought to himself.

Frank's face lit up with excitement at the thought.

"You need to intervene manually to prevent it from multiplying too quickly and powerfully. You should know that the growth of mycelium is faster and more terrifying than you imagine."

"It may also absorb the power from your soil, some of which can drive people mad, so you need to be careful after you take it."

Frank gave instructions.

Lovia nodded: "I will keep an eye on things around the clock."

"Yes, I hope you can share that memory with me someday, as it can be of great help to my research."

"Of course, this is also for our own good."

Lovia responded seriously, and then expressed her sincere gratitude once again.

Not just for Frank, but also for the great hermit—

If it were an ordinary deity, how could they possibly help believers do such a trivial thing?

and.

Throughout the entire process, the hermit never accepted much payment.

She felt a deep sense of respect and gratitude.

Back in reality...

She went to the chief's office immediately.

This matter needs to be reported to the chief.

and.

According to the Hermit's warning, Silver City is not safe at the moment.

That person's existence...

She frowned slightly, a hint of unease creeping in.

At that moment, on a tall building behind her, a decaying crow stood silently, watching everything under the night sky.

It opened its beak, seemingly smiling in a human-like manner.

but.

It did not take any action.

At that moment, someone in the high-rise building suddenly opened a window and stared at the crow in astonishment. But the next instant, his expression turned blank, and he closed the window as if he hadn't seen it.

but.

The next moment, a greatsword suddenly slashed out.

An elderly man with gray, disheveled hair burst out of the house, his body shrouded in a chaotic orange storm.

The greatsword in his hand shone with dazzling light, and he wore a royal crown on his head, its radiant light transforming into brilliant sword light.

The crow flapped its wings and took flight, but was struck by a sword and turned into ashes, transforming into a twisting, wriggling insect.

Colin Iliad.

He was panting heavily when he quickly removed the crown from his head and then picked up the worm to examine it closely.

"Amon, what exactly do you want to do?"

……

Inside the castle, a woman puts on a monocle and smiles.

"interesting."

She glanced at a room and chuckled softly, "Unfortunately, I've already found my target."

Then, she went into the library.

A boy was sitting there, seemingly looking up some information.

She walked over.

"Derrick, what are you investigating?"

"I'm investigating—"

Derrick turned his head, instantly waking up. "Miss Moska? What brings you here today?"

"Ms. Aphrodite said I have some talent and suggested I read more books on psychology, so I'm here to look up some information."

"oh oh."

……

In the Joewood district, Klein sat at his desk, recording the knowledge he had gained from the Mystic Society.

Half an hour later, he put down his pen and stared into thought at the words on it.

Will Onsettin.

The angel of the Life School has suddenly become a child again, entering the stage of gestation.

This indirectly led to the disintegration of the life sciences.

It's hard to imagine—

What reason could have driven an angel to such a point, forcing them into a phase of restarting their life?

"enemy?"

"I just don't know whether His enemies come from the Rose School or from high-sequence powerhouses who share the same destiny path."

"If it's the latter, then Backlund is in complete chaos right now."

Klein sighed.

Backlund is too dangerous.

but.

His hopes for advancement lay in Backlund, and as it turned out, he had now acquired the extraordinary properties of Sequence 5 and various recipes.

This proves that his divination was correct.

There is just a tiny bit of danger.

……

"No progress this week?"

"There has been a lot of progress, and I think I should be promoted in a little over a month."

Roy said.

Hyde sighed with envy.

Although he is also a role-playing artist, he has not yet figured out a single rule, nor has he been able to think of any future directions for role-playing.

but.

The process of learning the scroll did indeed allow him to digest a lot of information; at least now he can no longer hear various ramblings, and he has also been able to withstand the indoctrination of the Hidden Sage.

Roy smiled.

Hyde's current lament stems, at least from his self-judgment, but in reality, Hyde's choice was flawed.

They possess their own mysterious sanctuary, which allows them to quickly digest and improve their knowledge.

Without the mysterious temple, he would need to constantly try and fail, and the materials and time spent in the process would increase exponentially.

and so.

Roy doesn't consider himself a genius.

He was just lucky.

After offering a few words of advice, Liana came over, holding several books in her hand.

These books all contain knowledge related to craftsmen.

of course.

These are just some notes and excerpts, not anything of the real core.

Those books couldn't get out of the steam church either.

Roy returned home and continued his studies.

but.

Tilly came again at night.

She brought crucial news: "Sir, the person you mentioned has appeared."

Then, she took out a piece of paper filled with the other person's whereabouts.

Roy looked at it closely.

The other party initially bought information about "The Wizard," and later started buying information about the Polez Party.

And now.

The other party has already established ties with the Polez party.

Roy pondered for a few seconds, then said, "You haven't been exposed, have you?"

"No, I didn't do this myself, but through Dagen and the others. Also, I did some counter-divination based on your teachings."

Tilly said.

Roy nodded slightly.

He leaned back in his chair, thought for a moment, and then said, "You don't need to get involved in what happens next."

"Yes."

Tilly lowered her head.

She understood...

These things are fraught with danger, especially divination. Often she can foresee danger, but she cannot predict the direction from which it will come.

And sometimes—

This danger may just be an illusion.

Divination should not be taken as gospel.

Even extraordinary abilities couldn't protect her own safety, so she had to be even more cautious, otherwise she might not be able to serve her master and could even lose her life in vain.

She thought for a moment and then brought up another matter.

"Sir, another group of people have recently contacted me."

"Who is it?"

Roy actually had some suspicions in his mind.

Related to fortune tellers...

It is very likely a secret society.

Tilly frowned and said, "He didn't say, he just said he had the clown's potion recipe and asked if I wanted it."

"It's okay to make appropriate contact and see what they want to do."

Roy smiled.

"Yes."

Tilly breathed a sigh of relief.

She wasn't afraid, which is why she didn't contact them; rather, she was worried that Roy wouldn't agree.

but.

In retrospect, Mr. Green did not forbid her from contacting other organizations.

Roy chuckled, "How's your digestion going?"

"A few days ago, I had a strange feeling, which might be what you mean by complete digestion?"

Tilly said.

Roy thought for a moment and said, "Then you can tell him that you already have the potion recipe, but you need the additional materials, and see how he responds."

"Yes."

Tilly responded.

She mustered her courage and said, "I'm worried that it might be unsafe to have contact with him, so I hope to get some protection from you."

"When?"

"There's no fixed time, but usually he comes to see me after Wednesday. Last time, I even got a book on mysticism from him."

"Okay, I'll provide you with discreet assistance starting Wednesday."

(End of this chapter)