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

Chapter 179 The Magic of the Cold-Blooded

"Great hermit, thank you for summoning me."

Fors was extremely respectful.

Through her emotions, Roy could understand her depression.

Fors paused for a moment, then continued, "Mr. Hermit, I would like to ask if there is any possibility of completely lifting the curse on the Abraham family?"

"You don't have the means to match it."

Roy chuckled softly.

Fors knew this, of course, and she lowered her head and said, "I can repay you by collecting the diary entries later."

"have."

Roy said calmly.

Fors paused, a glimmer of hope rising in his heart.

but.

She quickly thought of "divination".

One characteristic of divination is that—

It often only provides a result, but does not mention what happens in the middle or later, thus giving rise to endless possibilities.

The hermit's answer was the same.

The word "have" alone is not enough to fully and comprehensively understand the situation in between.

however.

The hermit's rule is...

Explanation requires additional payment.

She probably can't afford the extra compensation.

Fors hesitated for a while.

Could you provide more suggestions?

"Don't worry, things will turn out better."

Roy answered.

Fors finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At least we know one result.

The curse of the Abraham family can be resolved in the future, and it will not end with a bad outcome such as the "extinction of the family".

That's pretty good.

Her mood brightened, and she quickly asked, "How many pages of the diary do I need to pay for?"

"unnecessary."

Roy chuckled. "Help me gather information about 'Rost Green' within the Abraham family."

Rost Green?

Mr. Green?

No.

No.

Mr. Green's name is exactly the opposite of that.

Fors was surprised for a moment, then quickly realized the difference between the two, but perhaps there was some connection between them.

She paused for a moment and said, "I can't guarantee I'll find any relevant clues, and I don't currently have any real connection with the Abraham family."

"Just do your best."

Roy responded calmly.

Fors nodded.

The next moment, she looked up and found herself back in reality without even realizing it.

Fors got up and drew back the curtains.

A waning moon hangs high in the sky.

"Mr. Lawrence, I will do my best to help the Abraham family get rid of the suffering brought by the curse."

May you rest in peace.

After a while.

Boom boom boom!

There was a knock on the door.

Fors went over and opened the door; Hugh was standing outside.

"Fors, where did you go today? I almost thought something had happened to you."

"Mr. Lawrence has passed away, and I've been busy all day."

Fors did not hide anything.

She walked out of the door wearily, pretending to have been lost in thought, and picked up a glass of water to drink.

Then, she turned around.

"Hugh, I'm going to Port Pritz to help Mr. Lawrence fulfill his last wish. I might be away from home for a few days."

Fors said.

After thinking for a moment, she added another sentence.

"Of course, it could take even longer."

"Is a day enough for a round trip to Puerto Princesa?"

Hugh expressed his doubt.

Fors nodded.

"Yes, but he said that Mr. Dorian over there could help me become a real astrologer."

"A true astrologer..."

Hugh was slightly taken aback, then couldn't help but feel envious.

That's the name of sequence 7.

Fors has obtained clues about Sequence 7 and may soon become a Sequence 7 astrologer.

And myself.

She couldn't help but sigh.

When will MI9 be able to contact me?

……

"When are you going to make your move?"

"It'll be quick, don't rush me."

A man stood on the riverbank, responding impatiently.

The person behind him chuckled: "It's good that you remember. That's the secret to becoming a god. If you're afraid, you can say so in advance. There are many people in the guild willing to do it."

"Hmph, I already have a perfect plan. A mere duke is no challenge for me."

Jason sneered, "I'm not a fool like Zillingus, but if you guys cause trouble, I'll definitely report it later."

"Don't worry, no one dares to disobey the rules of the association."

As he spoke, the other person's figure slowly disappeared.

Jason's expression was cold as he disappeared into the night.

……

"Last night, in the early hours of the morning, the great detective Alvi was murdered—"

In the early morning, newspapers from various newspapers were displayed at the entrance of the library.

What they have in common is...

The headlines above are all about the murder of the "detective".

Roy picked it up and glanced at it a few times before looking at the front desk.

"Miss Jennifer, are these kinds of murders common?"

"There have been a lot of them in the last two months."

Jennifer lowered her voice as she spoke, "You may not know, but there was a series of murders last month, and most of the victims were women. It terrified us."

"And what about this time?"

Roy seemed to be deep in thought.

Jennifer said, "This time it's a detective. We suspect they might be seeking revenge for the previous assassin, which is why they launched this hunt."

"How many is this?"

"six."

Jennifer thought for a moment and gave an answer.

The sixth one?

Roy pondered for a moment, then asked, "Is there a pattern to his murders?"

"I'm not sure. Does it count as an interval of more than three days each time?"

She paused for two seconds before answering.

"certainly."

Roy smiled slightly. "Thank you for your answer."

"You're welcome, we're just chatting anyway."

Jennifer smiled, then went to organize the books on the counter, when suddenly something occurred to her.

"By the way, Mr. Egger, this morning, as soon as the door opened, someone specifically asked for you by name."

"Looking for me?"

"Yes, he seems to be a famous detective, but I've never heard of him. I'm sorry, it's not that he's not famous enough, but I'm just not really interested in detectives."

Jennifer scratched her head awkwardly.

Roy smiled and said, "It's okay, I think I know who it is."

detective.

Look for "Aig".

This timing...

There's no one else but you.

Where is he?

"They should be in the VIP booths on the second floor right now."

"OK, thanks."

Roy nodded.

He stepped up and walked to the second floor.

Playing the role of a real detective becomes much more difficult.

In other words.

If he can even deceive the other party, then apart from some extraordinary abilities, it is almost impossible for others to see through his disguise.

Roy went up to the second floor, quickly recalling Iger White's social circle, and finally confirmed...

He didn't have a very close relationship with Isengard.

but.

They should know each other's names.

Thanks, Liana, for getting such comprehensive information!

of course.

also possible……

Was it provided voluntarily by the other party?

Although it sounds absurd, Roy thinks the latter is highly likely.

A moment later, he saw a figure in the corner.

Roy's lips curled into a slight smile.

"It really is you, Detective Isengard."

"Aig, I can't believe it really is you. I almost thought I was seeing things when I passed by the notice board this morning."

Eisinger put down a book, a gentle smile on his face.

After being modified, the useless mask can be more freely adjusted to accommodate a third face, though not as freely as a true faceless person, but...

Even a detective couldn't see through it.

Roy kept in mind Egg White's habits and behaviors.

"Would you like something to drink? It's on me."

This is the VIP booth area, and there's a coffee table in front of it.

He planned to order a cup of jasmine tea.

"Just like you."

"it is good."

Roy went to the front desk and ordered two cups of jasmine tea.

The kind without sugar.

After taking his cup and sitting down, Isengard breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I believe you are the real Isengard now."

"Oh? With my size, would anyone actually try to imitate me?"

Roy smiled.

Isengard shook his head and said in a low voice, "I've recently been targeted by an apostle of desire. He seems to have a certain ability to transform and mimic."

"An apostle of desire?"

Roy's expression turned serious, but his heart remained completely calm.

Sure enough, Isengard had come to him for help.

of course.

Perhaps he did indeed "just happen" to see his own bulletin board—

But could it be the influence of 008?

He pondered for a moment and said, "These kinds of guys are not easy to deal with. They can sense malice and manipulate desires. The stronger the desire, the stronger they become."

"Including the desire to kill."

Roy's expression turned serious. "I initially thought the recent murders were a ritual performed by a demon, but I never expected..."

"Perhaps it's a demon, who knows?"

Isengard answered.

He took out a document and said, "This is a demonic dog that I reported with someone before. I suspect he was training his minions, so it could be a new demon."

Roy glanced at it.

The above is information about the Demon Dog.

He glanced at it, then looked up and said, "So detailed?"

"I was planning to ask someone else for help, but I ran into you on the way."

Eisinger explained.

Someone else?

Who knows, the other person you're talking about might be me too.

Roy understood.

He stuffed the paper back into the envelope and said, "Do you need me to help you deal with it?"

"Yes, of course. Although we are all believers in knowledge, we will not ask you to help us for free."

"Isenger said."

Roy toyed with the envelope, pondered for a few seconds, and then said, "For the sake of the god of knowledge..."

He picked up the letter, opened it, and read it carefully.

Then, Roy pondered how to answer.

After a two-second pause, he continued, "I think it's impossible for him to cultivate a second demon in such a short time, otherwise he wouldn't be so angry."

"Yes."

Eisinger nodded.

"Besides, how could a cold-blooded person truly get angry over the death of a pet?"

Roy chuckled softly.

Isengard thought for a moment and then echoed, "That's what I think too, which is why I'm even more confused."

Roy chuckled and gave an example: "Isenger, you've been in Backlund for so long, have you ever seen magic?"

"magic?"

Of course Eisinger had seen it.

Even though he had never seen it, he knew the principles of magic.

After a moment's thought, Isengard was suddenly taken aback, a look of astonishment appearing on his face.

"you mean?"

"This shows that he has bigger goals, and his current actions are all to divert everyone's attention."

Roy said.

Eisinger nodded repeatedly.

He agreed.

magic.

Yes!

It's like a magic show, where someone deliberately makes their movements very eye-catching in order to achieve a certain goal.

Actually.

His goal from beginning to end was to accomplish something else.

How could a cold-blooded person really lose their mind for a pet?

Eisinger suddenly understood.

but.

Then he became even more confused.

What goal could motivate an apostle of desire to act so blatantly?

This……

Incredible.

Eisinger's mind raced, extracting ideas and searching for possible targets.

What do you think his goal is?

"Isenger, this is your own business. I just arrived in Backlund, and you're the one who told me about this murder. What do you expect me to analyze?"

Roy took a sip of jasmine tea. "How's it going in Backlund?"

"Apart from this case, everything else is fine. Ugh, it's such a headache! I should have known better than to be greedy for that gold pound."

Eisinger sighed.

Then, he put aside his distracting thoughts.

"And you?"

"Fortunately, the library is a good place for me to study in Backlund."

Roy smiled.

Then he sighed.

"There is a little bit."

"The air quality here is much worse than in Reynoldsburg. If we weren't in good health, I probably would have fallen ill on my first day in Backlund."

He described the terrible experience of getting off the bus.

Eisinger laughed heartily.

"I was pretty much the same way back then, but you get used to these things, and Hillston and Joewood are relatively good areas."

"Yes, if you live in the East End or the dock area, that would be the worst experience."

Roy answered.

Eisinger nodded: "Yes, the East End, the dock area, those are notorious slums, most of the polluting factories are in that area, and they're downwind..."

He knew them all like the back of his hand.

Roy listened quietly, occasionally taking a sip of tea.

After chatting for a while, he suddenly paused slightly and said, "Isengard, do you know where the Three-Eyed Ravens are in Backlund?"

"A Three-Eyed Raven?"

Eisinger paused slightly.

He recalled information about the "Three-Eyed Night Raven," then frowned slightly and said, "Isn't this the extraordinary creature needed for the Seekers' pathway?"

"Yes, I've been researching rituals lately, why the Seekers need the Three-Eyed Night Raven, and why we Scholars need such a ritual to advance."

Roy replied, "Although there are similar books that have been written about this before, I think it would be better for me to explore it myself."

"I see."

Isengard thought carefully, then gently shook his head. "I really want to help you, but unfortunately, I don't know anything about the Three-Eyed Raven."

"It's alright. The reason I looked for the Three-eyed Night Raven is because it's a relatively typical creature that I can observe and study. If I really can't find it, I can look for other ways."

Roy replied nonchalantly, "Okay, that's all I can do for now. If you need any other help, come find me later. I should be here."

He picked up the book and quietly began to read.

Eisinger didn't say anything more, but instead drank his tea and read a book.

After a while, the sun gradually rose.

He glanced outside, then silently got up and left, without disturbing Roy who was reading.

This is a tacit understanding among readers.

but.

Isengard felt much more relaxed.

There is no church of the God of Knowledge in Backlund, so he usually finds it difficult to get any help.

But now, at least I have a reliable helper.

Even if it comes at a price, it's worth it.

(End of this chapter)