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

Chapter 29 Perhaps, she wanted to break free.

"Should a qualified scholar demonstrate their extensive knowledge?"

No, that's not it.

Roy seemed to be deep in thought.

Those who seek the secrets are not readers; they are not responsible for disseminating knowledge. This sequence represents knowledge and mystery.

and so.

Because of--

"As a martial arts scholar, you should actively communicate and proactively communicate with those who are skilled in the art. This will allow you to acquire the knowledge you want more quickly and accurately."

Roy concludes.

Then, he felt his potion being digested a little more.

The direction is correct.

Facing one's own shortcomings, a martial arts scholar is not a path to becoming a warrior; one neither needs nor can become a true martial artist.

but.

The conclusion we've drawn so far is more like a subdivision of the previous statement that "a combat scholar is first and foremost a scholar," and it doesn't offer much in the way of digesting or providing feedback.

This does not mean that he has given up on training his fighting skills.

Why was Hyde poisoned, yet still managed to survive Becky's clutches?

Because of his superb fighting skills.

It's very useful.

"Let's go to the Black Iron Bar."

"Okay."

The carriage headed towards the Black Iron Bar.

Roy glanced around at the crowd, then spotted a figure in another carriage.

A woman.

A slightly round face and long, smooth black hair.

Her individual features are not particularly outstanding, but when put together, they create a sweet and gentle charm.

She is……

Triss!

A thought flashed through Roy's mind.

This is the release of latent memories as a reminder to the self.

He looked away.

The best course of action is to pretend you didn't see a Sequence 7 witch, since you're no match for her.

Triss didn't see him, and the two carriages passed each other and drove away.

Roy gripped the purple crystal tightly in his hand and took out the Rage Mask with his right. He would not hesitate to use the Rage Mask if Triss showed any signs of aggression.

The carriage moved forward quietly.

Once they crossed the street and the other person had disappeared from sight, Roy finally breathed a sigh of relief.

so close!

Assassins and instigators are inherently more capable in combat than secret spies and martial arts scholars.

The opponent is a witch who possesses magic, magic mirror substitutes, magic wand substitutes, and other such means. Compared to her, I am only a Sequence 8, and I am definitely no match for her in a fight.

"Sir, please be careful."

"It's nothing."

Roy handed over the money, his legs still trembling slightly.

Push open the door and enter the bar.

The bar was crowded, and four or five people were shouting and cursing.

"Your wine is terrible."

"How dare they sell something this awful? Smash it!"

"Little girl, drink it obediently and we won't do anything to you."

Two people surrounded Suna, trying to grab her hand.

"If there's nothing else, please move aside."

Roy strode up, grabbing a chair along the way.

Upon hearing the sound, the others immediately made way for them.

The chair flew far away and smashed directly into the back of the head of the person grabbing at Su Na.

Then, he lashed the cane out at another man's groin, crippling him as well.

"Beat him up!"

The three people next to him picked up tables and chairs and beckoned to him.

Roy ducked, narrowly avoiding the tables and chairs, then swept his leg across, knocking one of them to the ground, followed by a gunshot.

Suna took a gun and shot one of them.

The other two men turned pale and hurriedly said, "Spare us! We...we just wanted to vent our anger for our brother! We didn't...we didn't mean to do anything—"

"Arrest him and take him to the police station later."

Roy looked at Suna.

Suna nodded gently, understanding.

There's something wrong with this.

Under the threat of the guns, those men dared not cause any more trouble. Moreover, one of the other two was knocked unconscious by a stool, and the other was beaten to the ground with a cane.

Another brother was killed.

Now that there's only one left, he can't muster any backbone.

"Everyone, don't panic. These four people were deliberately causing trouble, so we took action. If they weren't causing trouble, everyone can drink as much as they want. Su Na, I'll treat the rest of you to three drinks."

Roy smiled.

The others swallowed hard, surprised that this seemingly gentlemanly young man was so skilled and ruthless.

That blow to the groin was no lightness whatsoever.

Upon hearing this, they managed a forced smile.

Three cups of wine.

That's a lot of money!

After arresting them all and taking them to the basement, Roy retrieved the pendant.

"They were influenced by extraordinary abilities."

Repeat seven times in a row.

The pendant quickly rotated clockwise.

Old Ryan walked over, his arm still in a sling: "What happened to them?"

"Instigator".

Roy said.

Old Ryan frowned and said, "That shouldn't be the case; he should have been promoted."

"Perhaps it's just for revenge."

Roy shrugged, pondered for a moment, and said, "Mr. Ryan, on the way here I saw a carriage with a young girl who looked about 60 or 70 percent like Triss. You said..."

"Um?"

"Is it possible that he has become a woman, so all our divinations and arrangements for Triss are no longer effective?"

Roy said.

Old Ryan was taken aback at first, then looked on in disbelief: "Really?"

"Wait, let me draw a picture of the person so you can take a look. You can also try divination to see if you can find out more information from them."

"it is good."

The two divided the work.

Roy has a very good memory.

Although his drawing skills are average, he has no problem drawing the features of a human face.

A few minutes later, old Ryan finished his divination and stared at the portrait, lost in deep thought.

"How is it?"

"My divination failed; I was countered by every method I used. But based on their description, the other person's voice was androgynous, so perhaps we can guess in that direction."

Old Ryan asked, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes, "But why?"

"Um?"

Roy looked at him, puzzled.

Old Ryan thought for a moment and said, "He—or perhaps 'she' now—is a cautious opponent. Why would she do something so provocative?"

"Perhaps he's leaving."

Roy pictured a map of Tingen in her mind; the direction she was traveling was exactly—

"Tinggen Railway Station!"

"Is she going to Tingen train station?"

Old Ryan paused for a moment, then seemed to understand something. "That's possible. We need to... no, it's too late. She's already calculated the time."

"Unless we can fly there."

Roy shrugged.

Old Ryan nodded and continued, "But I still don't understand. Our churches have many churches in Rune, and we'll run into her again sooner or later."

"Perhaps she wants to leave? I remember you said that the Gnostic only has Sequence 9 and Sequence 8 potion recipes, so she should be a member of the Witch Cult now."

Roy, thinking outside the box, wondered, "Is it possible that she felt deceived, that something else happened to the latter, and therefore she wanted to break free from the witch cult's control?"

"To break away?"

Old Ryan thought for a moment and said, "Anyway, we'll just report it. We can't help with anything else. By the way, how's the night watch going?"

"Captain Dunn is injured. I met a Night Watcher named Leonard and we exchanged information between the two sides."

Roy gave a general description of the night watchmen's situation.

Upon hearing this, old Ryan couldn't help but curse, "Those damned Aurora Society lunatics!"

(End of this chapter)