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

Chapter 178 Fors, you can go very far!

"teacher……"

"Ha, I can't be considered your teacher, I can only be considered your guide."

At his bedside, Lawrence was barely breathing and his face was pale.

He doesn't have much time left.

In fact, it takes immense willpower to have endured this long; if it weren't for Fors...

Lawrence looked at the ceiling, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Fors, don't be sad for me. My life may be coming to an end, but my knowledge and thoughts will continue to be passed on through you. This is my greatest fortune."

He seemed to have regained some strength, his eyes shining, and he helped himself up, smiling as he looked at Fors.

"Child, I have one last wish. Can you grant it for me?"

"What is your wish?"

Fors suppressed her emotions, avoiding showing a sad expression—

The old woman herself was so happy; she shouldn't let such emotions affect the other person. She should let Lawrence leave peacefully.

Lawrence smiled.

"I come from the family of Abraham, a family that was once great but is now tragic."

"I used to think I might die in my family's cemetery, but now I think I'm more likely to die in this hotel."

His expression was calm and composed as he faced death.

then.

He took out a book.

To be precise, it wasn't a book, but a palm-sized notebook with a copper-green hard cardboard cover that looked very old.

Its cover features a passage written in Old Fussac.

"I came, I saw, I recorded."

Lawrence inhaled.

He placed the notebook on the blanket beside his hand, very close to Fors.

"Fors, could you help me send it to Pulitzer Port?"

"Prydz Harbour isn't far; you can even make a round trip in a day by steam train. I'll definitely deliver it to you."

Fors answered solemnly.

Lawrence breathed a sigh of relief, then laughed and said, "Fors, you don't need to take my body home after I die."

"A glowing object will emanate from my body; that's an extraordinary characteristic of a Sequence 7 astrologer. Take it, along with your ashes and notebook, to Pulitzer Harbor and find..."

Lawrence rambled on and on, and finally he laughed and said, "Dorian will help you become an astrologer, and he will teach you to become a real astrologer."

"No, Mr. Lawrence, I don't want anything. You've already helped me enough."

Fors said very sincerely.

For the past three or four weeks, she has relied on Lawrence's knowledge to easily get through each study session.

not only that.

Lawrence's tutelage filled in the gaps in her understanding of apprentices and magic masters, and now she is a highly qualified magic master.

and.

She has finished digesting.

Once the potion is available, one can immediately take it and become an astrologer.

Even so, she still had no intention of coveting the astrologer's secrets, that...

Too cruel.

She was thinking to herself.

Lawrence shook his head.

"Don't refuse, Fors. You are a kind child, and you will definitely go far on this path."

"This is an astrologer's reading."

He smiled, then struggled to sit up and looked out the door.

"Fors, could you get me a glass of water? I'm suddenly thirsty."

"certainly."

With tears in her eyes, Fors got up to get a glass of water, but when she reached the door, she suddenly sensed something and turned around abruptly.

A strong spiritual energy emanated from the room.

She didn't go in immediately, but closed the door, stood outside with the kettle, and didn't go anywhere.

She realized what the other person was thinking.

For the Abrahamic family, the "curse" is something they cannot avoid.

Lawrence was not afraid of death, but he was afraid of becoming such a terrible monster, so he chose to end his own life on his deathbed.

This is the last vestige of dignity for a rational and wise person.

Fors looked out the window in the corridor, where a waning moon hung right above it.

Hermit, can the curse on the Abraham family be lifted?

……

The solution is certainly possible, but the hermit certainly cannot do it now.

At this moment, the hermit is busy learning about the life of "Aig White," who was born in the Fusak Empire.

Therefore, he was quite tall with blond hair, and did not look like a scholar at all.

Roy needs to understand the other person's life story and have a deep and thorough understanding of their behavior and habits.

such as.

He likes reading, walks quite fast, and enjoys drinking jasmine tea, among other things.

After a day of careful study, Roy had basically mastered Iger White's habits.

His new role is that of a scholar visiting Backlund for an exchange program, working as a librarian.

The workplace is the Hillston District Library.

This is the result Roy requested.

That was a place where people who wanted to spy on secrets gathered, and he planned to sneak in and take a look, so he specifically asked for an extraordinary item to cover himself.

……

Hillston Library.

A burly, blond man got off the bus, carrying a book in his right hand and a bag in his other hand, and quickly entered the library.

At the front desk, a chestnut-haired woman immediately stood up, looking at the burly man in front of her with some pressure.

"Hello sir, is there anything I can help you with?"

"I am Egger White, a scholar from Remenberg."

Roy retrieved his identification documents.

The other person took it and glanced at it, then looked up with a slight disbelief. After comparing it with the photo, a smile appeared on her face.

"Mr. Egger, welcome. I've already heard you were coming."

"Haha, I understand. It's hard for anyone to believe that a scholar could be so tall. To be honest, I often wish I were shorter."

Roy chuckled.

The receptionist covered her mouth and chuckled, "Indeed, but your physique matches my understanding of Fussacks."

"Not all of Fursacks are tall, but most of them are a bit tall."

Roy smiled. "Research has shown that this is related to our eating habits and living environment. It's documented in the book 'Fussack Humanities Studies,' which you can look up if you're interested."

"Thank you, I will."

The other party sincerely thanked them and then gave their name.

Her name is Jennifer Mara.

The library's front desk staff are responsible for answering visitors' questions and showing them where the books are stored.

The book Roy mentioned does exist.

According to her memory, it seemed to be on bookshelf number 14 on the fourth floor...

The fact that the other person could readily name the books showed that they genuinely loved reading and were very knowledgeable, which filled her with sincere admiration.

She then chatted with the man for a few more minutes and discovered that he did indeed speak with a Remberg accent.

The knowledge the other party displayed far exceeded her expectations.

Are there many scholars like you in Remnantburg?

"A lot."

Roy nodded with a smile, "That place is the sanctuary of the great god of knowledge and wisdom, a temple of knowledge."

As he spoke, he drew a prayer gesture of the Church of Knowledge on his chest.

Jennifer looked on with longing.

"I hope that one day I can visit Rembrandt."

"If you're going to Remburg, be sure to tell me, and I'll take you to some iconic places."

Roy smiled.

Through his Eye of Secrets, he could tell that the other person was not an extraordinary individual, but simply an ordinary person who yearned for knowledge.

of course.

Judging from her attire, perfume, and other habits, this Miss Jennifer must come from a good family, as she uses only high-end products.

She shouldn't be short of money.

Otherwise, she might not have been able to get a job at the library.

Although it's tedious, this kind of job isn't something everyone can get.

Roy talked to her for a while and roughly figured out the situation.

His job is very simple.

Secondly, it involves correcting errors in books and helping readers with questions.

The latter is paid.

Is it equivalent to a paid consultant?

That's how Roy understood it.

He looked upstairs and asked, "So, where should I work?"

"There will be a notice board on each floor. You can go to any floor of the library, but you need to be able to see the notice board."

Jennifer explained.

Roy nodded: "I understand. Are there any other literary advisors in our library?"

"Yes, Mr. Costa is good at history, and Mr. Lumondo is good at languages..."

Jennifer knew them all like the back of her hand.

Roy listened quietly, memorizing each name, especially those in history and languages—

Those who peep into secrets are skilled in memory and can master a large amount of language and historical knowledge, often assuming the identities of those subjects.

Costa.

Lumondo.

Two key objectives to focus on going back to.

Under Jennifer's guidance, he quickly adapted to his new role and job, began wandering around the library, and finally found a place to sit on the first floor.

This location offers a perfect view of the notice board on the first floor.

He took a book off the shelf and began to quietly look at and read it.

Book title——

Backlund under the thick fog.

Living in the Hillston area, which is located at the top entrance, it's difficult to grasp the meaning of the text, but as someone who lives in the South, he can understand it very well...

Roy read carefully, enjoying this moment of tranquility.

This is a story about the development of industry in Backlund, recounting the past of Backlund.

The book is very new.

According to Rue's publication rules, it should have been published in recent years. Roy felt that it was written by a Conservative Party mouthpiece.

He wrote for a while and was about to put it back.

"The Tasok River used to flow quietly, winding through the entire Backlund..."

A deep voice sounded in front of him.

Roy looked up.

An old man walked towards him, his back hunched over.

According to observations from the etheric body, the other person's health is not very good.

But that's normal.

He is very old.

It's perfectly normal to be in such good shape at this age.

The other person said a line from the book.

"Sir, have you read this book?"

"Yes, he writes very well, it reminds me of the old Backlund."

The old man sat down opposite, holding an old book in his hand.

He coughed softly.

Then, he looked out the window and sighed, "The sky used to be so blue, but now, all people talk about when they go out is the weather..."

"This is the price of industry."

Roy is hard to judge.

He had experienced something similar in his previous life.

This situation arises in industry and capital, making it very difficult to curb; it requires top-down control.

but.

Above Rune...

He was too preoccupied with becoming the "Black Emperor" to care about such things.

"You think so too?"

"You know me?"

Roy had a smile on his face.

The other person nodded slightly: "I saw your information on the bulletin board, Egg White, the learned scholar from Remenberg."

Roy sighed, "The development of industry and capital will inevitably lead to such disastrous consequences, something that Emperor Roselle foresaw back then."

The old man paused slightly, then lowered his head: "So Emperor Roselle had already thought of this?"

"He was the creator, how could someone as intelligent as him not know? I've read many books on the subject. Russell did introduce some policies to try to curb it back then, but he later gave up."

After Roy finished speaking, he smiled slightly and said, "Sir, please go ahead and look around. Excuse me."

The old man nodded gently without saying a word.

Roy put the book back on the shelf and then went to the rest of the area.

The other party is definitely not a simple "enthusiast"; they may be a conservative or the author of this book.

but.

The problem of Ruhnn cannot be solved by a single scholar.

Fools will not succeed.

Hermits are no exception.

This is not a problem that an individual can solve; otherwise, Roselle back then wouldn't have only worried that his "creation" would become a breeding ground for evil gods.

In the evening, he left the library and went to his new place of residence.

As Aegwyane Wright, Roy resides in the Jowood district, a residence provided by vampires.

The air quality here is slightly better than in the South District, but still only slightly better.

Under the cover of night, Roy stood on the windowsill, looking outside.

Then he saw a figure walking in the dim moonlight.

Fors Wall.

Is her residence in this area?

Roy was somewhat surprised.

He observed for a while, watching Fors head in another direction along the main road, and then pondered for a moment.

Fors should have fully digested it by now.

If one can obtain a Sequence 7 potion, becoming a Sequence 7 potion will not be a problem.

I can't offer any help in this regard.

Fortunately-

The other party already has a guide; otherwise, there might be an awkward situation where the "hermit" is unable to solve the problem.

"Everyone is getting stronger, I need to catch up too!"

Roy sighed, then returned to his study to prepare a letter to Bernadette.

He planned to discuss with Bernadette first and book a "Three-Eyed Raven" ceremony.

If we can encounter other Three-Eyed Night Ravens later, that would be the best outcome; if not, we'll still have a way out.

Be prepared for both possibilities.

A moment later, a gust of wind swept by, and the letter vanished without a trace.

Roy removed his mask and entered the mysterious hall.

He has recently been researching the "Time Bug".

Since obtaining the Time Worm, Roy has been pondering its uses, racking his brains to research it but ultimately failing to find a good way to use it.

It cannot be made into ordinary extraordinary items.

Talismans...

It is possible.

In the original work, Amon's Time Worm could be used to create talismans related to the wrong path, but Roy clearly does not possess such an ability.

"If Leonard were to contact me again, I could reach out to Palles, but unfortunately—"

Leonard did not ask the hermit for help at all.

Roy was not in a position to actively seek a deal.

That would damage the image of a hermit.

He set the Time Worm aside, glanced at the star map, and after confirming that there were no requests, prepared to return to reality.

At that moment, a prayer was uttered.

From Fors.

(End of this chapter)