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

Chapter 25 He watched everything from the shadows.

Just as Roy was about to leave the mysterious hall, he suddenly saw a star shining brightly.

Leonard?

What is he going to do?

Roy's expression turned strange as he thought of the corpse.

Could it be that guy found the body and is trying to use that message to cover it up?

He thought for a moment, then his body became spiritual.

Having reached Sequence 8, he had ample spirituality and had eliminated his hidden enemy, so he could feel more at ease.

and so.

He wanted to try using numerology to create another version of himself.

The materials are also available.

This Fighting Scholar has extraordinary characteristics!

Two minutes later, a figure appeared inside the hall.

An unfamiliar face, square and rugged, looking more like someone skilled in combat.

Roy smiled.

No one will know who he is, because the face is that of a college roommate from his past life, someone no one in this era has ever seen.

A moment later, another figure appeared.

A look of joy appeared on Leonard's face—

He was discussing with the old man how to see the hermit again when he was unexpectedly summoned.

The Hermit is truly powerful!

He immediately greeted him, "Mr. Hermit, thank you for your visit!"

Roy nodded slightly.

Then Leonard noticed that there was another person next to him.

He was astonished.

"Who are you?"

"The hermit also summoned me."

"I see."

Leonard looked up in awe, then hesitated for a moment before saying, "Mr. Hermit, I've found some clues about the Morse Order. They've been very active at sea lately, targeting the Elemental Dawn everywhere."

"in addition."

"A wizard died here, possibly from the Morse Order."

Leonard lowered his head.

Roy was somewhat surprised.

He thought Leonard had discovered the body and then came to offer information, but he didn't expect to gain anything else.

At sea, targeting the dawn of elements...

Roy thought for a moment, then nodded slightly: "What knowledge do you want in exchange?"

"Poetry, you know my situation. I'm currently seeking a promotion, but I'm struggling with my limited creative talent. I'd like to exchange a poem with you."

Leonard said.

Poetry?

That's simple...

Do not!

This is not a simple matter.

Roy stopped talking.

With that damned Emperor Russell before us, who knows which poems he plagiarized and which he didn't?

"Excuse me, but would you like to do this, Mr. Hermit?"

Roy uses a secondary trumpet to save the day.

He couldn't help but feel fortunate—

Luckily, I thought of giving it a try, otherwise it would have been awkward right now.

really.

A smaller size is still a must-have.

"This is indeed a bit offensive."

Leonard blushed.

Roy's trumpet said, "The pond is like a deep mirror, reflecting the dark shadows of the willows, the wind sobs softly in the willow tips... Under the starlit sky, this is the perfect moment."

"You actually know the poem that Emperor Roselle sent to the Church of the Night?"

"..."

Roy fell silent.

This is the bright moon described by the poet Verlaine from a previous life; he combined it slightly.

Unexpectedly!

Your Majesty, you're really not giving me a way out.

He continued to ponder.

After a few seconds, Roy switched to his original form and chuckled: "A poet doesn't necessarily have to create. Anyone who can fully understand and make poetry their own can achieve the same effect. What you need is not a real role, but just a title."

Leonard was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened as he realized he had made a mistake—

He actually said those things so casually in front of outsiders.

If the other party is knowledgeable, they will definitely know that they come from the Church of the Night.

and.

I actually forgot...

Why didn't the old man remind me?

He pondered this in his heart.

Roy said, "Young poet, your knowledge and mind are like a machine; if you don't move them, they will slowly become rigid. Maybe you should try it yourself. Your talent isn't as bad as you think."

"I understand, thank you for your guidance. I will continue to gather information about them for you."

"Hmm, what do you need?"

Roy, controlling his digital body, turned his head to look at his alternate account.

"Mr. Hermit, I have learned some information from within the organization and hope to exchange it with you for the current secrets of Tingen. In addition, I request a private conversation."

"it is good."

Subsequently, the deluge of information formed a wall, separating Leonard.

Outside the wall, Leonard's heart was in turmoil.

In the meeting?

Does Morse practice asceticism?

It seems that the hermit only cares about them.

Furthermore, why would the other party want to exchange for "The Secret of Tingen"?

Is there anything wrong with Tingen right now?

He didn't understand.

A moment later, the wall disappeared, and he saw another person bowing deeply.

"Thank you for your answer, I understand."

"Um."

Roy looked at the two of them.

Leonard hurriedly asked, "Mr. Hermit, if I also want to obtain this secret, what would I need in exchange?"

"Ha, you have no right to make this deal, whether it's superficial or deep, unless you get the other party's consent."

As the sound faded, everything before my eyes collapsed.

Leonard returned to reality.

A second later, Pales said, "He has the ability to summon you at any time; how powerful!"

"Uh, old man, tell me, what secrets does Tingen have now? And there are shallow and deep ones. He said he needs your consent to make a deal."

"This shows you haven't paid the price."

Pales said, "The secret of Tingen, well—I have a rough idea of part of it, but it's not something you should know. Don't ask, I won't answer."

"Will it endanger us?"

"That depends on how broad your definition of 'us' is."

After Palles finished speaking, he did not respond to any of Leonard's attempts to speak.

Leonard thought quickly and then realized the deeper meaning behind Palles' words—

It was just him and the old man talking.

can.

But it's hard to say about the other night watchmen.

"I will become stronger. Anyway, old man, thank you!"

Pales did not answer.

In reality, he was thinking about the so-called superficial and deep levels—

Does Tingen have another layer of planning?

If so, what was the hermit's state of mind that he knew such a secret?

Was He watching everything from the shadows all along?

……

"It's so good to have an alt account. That damned Emperor Roselle, I shouldn't have underestimated his plagiarism skills! If it weren't for this alt account, I would have been utterly humiliated this time."

Roy cursed inwardly.

He experienced the advantages of using a smaller trumpet—

With someone speaking up for him, he doesn't have to worry about losing face for the hermit.

No wonder the "Fool" stopped talking afterwards.

but.

The spiritual depletion is also significant.

A meeting between two people is comparable to the cost of summoning one person at Sequence 9.

He hastily dispersed them in the end, precisely because his spirituality was about to be exhausted.

He didn't even have time to identify the poison bottle.

"It seems that to run a stable book club, I'll have to reach at least Sequence 7. Until then, I can only create an alt account to chat with others."

"But it's much better than before."

Roy was lying in bed.