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

Chapter 3 Mysterious Hall, Recruiting People

Inside the dimly lit church hall.

"Low-sequence potions are simple. The ingredients, order, and quantity are all correct, so there shouldn't be any major problems."

Carl stirred the pure water, added the auxiliary ingredients, and then—

"The brain of the Virginia owl."

Then another material was added.

"Memory dust".

After stirring it for a while, Carl poured it out.

"It's done."

"..."

Roy stared at the viscous purple liquid with a complex expression.

Magic potion.

It really doesn't look very appetizing.

He took a deep breath, then poured it into his mouth and swallowed it all in one gulp.

It has a refreshing taste, much like jelly, but it's chilled.

After drinking it, my mind seemed to clear instantly.

but.

The next moment, that strange tinnitus reappeared in his ears.

Within seconds, his brain and eyes stung slightly, and his whole body trembled and convulsed uncontrollably. He looked around and saw streams of indescribable information flowing around him.

The murmurs of the hidden sage also surfaced.

He focused his thoughts, tried to meditate, and cleared his mind.

Then, all the strange symptoms Roy experienced after taking the potion disappeared.

He had a vague feeling—

If you enter the mysterious cabin now, perhaps something new will happen.

Karl narrowed his eyes and chuckled, "You know meditation?"

"Meditation? No, I don't know how, but I find that clearing my mind makes me feel better when I'm in pain."

Roy was pale and spoke weakly.

Karl nodded and said, "No wonder you survived the ritual. Your spirituality and intuition far surpass those of ordinary people. But you are also unfortunate, because you are destined to be pursued by Him. Alright, I will teach you the complete meditation method."

As he spoke, he began to ramble on about the process.

Roy did as he was told.

After a moment, he finished his performance and asked, "What exactly is this 'He' you're talking about?"

"The Hidden Sage, an evil god."

Carl said seriously, "The people who sold you the ritual are members of the Morse Penitentiary. They have gone mad under the torture of the Hidden Sages. We will continue to track and crack down on them."

"The Hidden Sage..."

Roy looked thoughtful.

Carl said, "In addition, you must learn to control your spiritual senses and your clairvoyant eyes. You should know that many things in the extraordinary world can drive you mad."

"Thank you for your guidance, I will remember it."

Roy bowed solemnly.

He discovered it too.

Before drinking the potion, he only passively triggered his clairvoyance, but now he directly triggered his Eye of Secrets—

At that moment, he looked up and unconsciously saw Karl's condition.

The low-sequence Eye of Insight can only act on itself, and what it sees is limited to what the naked eye can see. However, in the mysterious world, looking around recklessly can indeed lead to trouble.

such as.

In the original story, a certain person who sought to uncover the secrets was punished for this.

"But how do I train and control it?"

"The voyeuristic eye of the lower sequence is uncontrollable, so you must control your voyeuristic desires, cultivate your harmony with your spirituality, and avoid dangerous things."

Karl said seriously, "This is also the part where the spy is most likely to run into trouble."

Roy tried it, then nodded slightly.

The low-sequence Eye of Secrets is more like a passively existing ability.

No wonder Cattleya stared directly at the Fool.

On the one hand, it's probably out of genuine curiosity, and on the other hand, it's also related to the uncontrollability of the Eye of Secrets.

The spy...

If it weren't for that proverb, many voyeurs would have lost control and turned into monsters long ago.

The mysterious world is truly terrifying!

Roy gained a new understanding of this crazy world.

Carl handed him a piece of paper: "Starting tomorrow, you can go to work at this address. Just say that Harlan referred you. Someone there will meet you and train you. You will receive a trial weekly wage of 3 pounds."

"it is good."

Roy glanced at it.

Black Iron Bar.

What a simple and straightforward name; it clearly has a steam church background.

"By the way, how did you feel after taking the potion?"

Carl chimed in from the side.

Roy thought for a moment and replied, "He just imparted some knowledge to me, which triggered a rather severe case of tinnitus, but nothing else."

"That's normal; this is the price of those who pry into secrets."

……

"That's why I don't want you to become a spy. As a half-spy, at least your life won't be in danger."

As Guna walked, he said, "A mysterious world, full of madness and death."

"I'm already very lucky compared to Lado."

Roy said.

Guna sighed, "He had excellent grades and came from a well-off family. He actually had the opportunity to become a liberal arts student."

"..."

Roy didn't know how to continue the conversation.

After a long pause, he finally asked, "Teacher, what sequence are you in?"

"I'm just an ordinary generalist, and I don't want to improve myself. Its only purpose for me is to keep my memory from declining at this age, so I can do better research."

"Guna said."

Roy remained silent.

His pursuits differed from those of his mentor, Guna.

The other person is a true scholar, while he is not. After becoming a seeker of secrets, he will pursue knowledge, but if he were a hunter, he might be out searching for prey right now.

"Come with me out the back door. Don't let Rado's parents see you. Go read a book at my place for a while, and go back tonight."

Guna whispered.

Roy nodded silently.

……

The moon was perfectly full at night.

Back home, Roy sat in a chair, his thoughts drifting.

Lado's madness is just the normal state of affairs for those who want to see the truth.

but.

He vaguely remembered that one of the voyeurs had almost gone mad, but was eventually saved by some being.

How did that person do it?

"Perhaps I should go to the mysterious hall to think and have all the memories so that I can come up with a better solution."

With that thought in mind, he floated down to the mysterious cabin.

This time.

Roy could sense the increase in the temple's and his own authority; now the temple had gained another function—

He can invite others into the hall.

The invitee can pay the same price to directly acquire knowledge as him.

of course.

Inside the hall now, there is only a page recording the magic paper of the Hidden Sage's ritual, and a book recording the language of Hermes.

Ok?

Two more books were added.

The Language of Dragons

A Beginner's Guide to Ritual Magic

The second book contains a ritual magic used to request the help of the object of the ritual magic, which is different from the rigid recipe of the previous one.

This paper describes in detail the principles of invocation ritual magic—

Using materials that interest the other party as a medium, and amplifying their effect through rituals, can pique the interest of mysterious entities.

It is not only used to pray to righteous gods, but also to evil gods, demons, and even oneself.

of course.

If a prayer is answered, it does mean that you have received a response, but most of the time, the other party will also pay attention to the one who prayed, and generally, the outcome will not be good.

Lado Lange is a good example.

Both kinds of knowledge are quite useful.

He absorbed them all, and then replicated them and put them back on the corresponding bookshelves.

Then, he began to think.

"Klein can isolate the knowledge that Cattleya was instilled with through the Source Castle. Can I do the same? This way, I can receive double the instillation from the Hidden Sage, and I can also prevent Rado from going mad through direct bestowal."

Roy narrowed his eyes, trying hard to visualize Rado's figure in his mind.

pity--

The mysterious palace remains unchanged.

"Perhaps I should make him recite my name voluntarily? But he's already a madman, how could he possibly recite my name?"

While the Hidden Sage wasn't that bored, spending all his time monitoring the two of them, it was still a ridiculous request to expect the madman to be logical and to secretly utter the name of the Venerable One.

Roy shook his head: "Maybe I'm not strong enough. Maybe when I reach a higher level, I'll be able to pull him in directly."

In today's terms—

A field of starlight appeared before his eyes.

Some parts are bright, some parts are dark.

There might be stars representing Lado within, but unfortunately, the chance of selecting one from dozens of stars and choosing Lado is almost zero.

He thought for a moment, then flicked his finger, pointing to a rather dim star.

The next instant, a figure appeared.

It was a curled-up figure.

(End of this chapter)