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

Chapter 30 Klein: The Hermit is truly powerful!

"How's your potion business lately?"

Old Ryan sat up straight.

"It's alright. I've summarized a rule, but it's not universally applicable."

Roy said.

As Carl mentioned before.

"You misunderstood. I'm not looking for any experience from you. I just wanted to know how you are doing. After all, I'm injured, and you might be transferred to a mission at any time."

Old Ryan said.

"no problem."

Roy smiled.

Ryan nodded slightly, a slight smile appearing on his face: "You'll become a remarkable spy!"

"Yes, I think so too."

Roy picked up his clothes, smiling as he prepared to leave.

As he went upstairs, he only heard one sentence behind him—

"Remember to write up an expense report and treat all the guests to three drinks; it will be included in your expense report."

"what?"

Roy had to write an expense report before he could leave Black Iron Bar.

but.

He received his weekly wage.

10 pounds.

Even in Backlund, a weekly wage of £10 is considered quite high, enough to live a decent life.

however.

Such an income is far from enough to establish oneself in the extraordinary world.

"Fortunately, I already have my extraordinary characteristics."

"Thank you, Hidden Sage!"

Roy praised him sincerely.

He ate his meal by the roadside, then went home and took the poison bottle to the mysterious temple for analysis.

A product of the unusual combination of crown jellyfish and black datura.

The emitted poison powder can cause illness, suffocation, and weakness, but it cannot be directly fatal, and it will not be effective if the enemy is particularly strong or holding their breath.

Its advantages and disadvantages are both obvious.

but.

This also minimizes the side effects.

A very useful and extraordinary item.

Roy put it away, then walked to the bookshelf, wanting to see what knowledge the generous Hidden Sage had been giving away lately—

I've been so busy getting stronger and studying lately that I haven't had a chance to take stock of the Hidden Sage's teachings.

Tomahawk Techniques

Useless.

He put it aside and looked at the two extra books.

The Geography of Fussac

Use it little by little.

Spiritual Strengthening Ritual

It was mentioned before in "Useless Ramblings" and some parts were given before, but this time it has obviously been completed, and all the necessary materials are included.

Fairy Flower, Dragon Tooth Grass, Amethyst Powder.

None of the three materials are hard to find.

Roy paused abruptly, reaching out towards it, then looked in the direction of the useless babbling.

really.

There was also an extra stack of books over there.

"Haven't checked for a few days, and he's quite talkative. Let's see what he's up to this time."

As Roy memorized the book on mental stabilization, he walked toward the shelf of "useless ramblings," and through the book, he saw the ramblings of the hidden sage.

This guy bewitched him into using rituals to strengthen Rado's spirit.

According to the Hidden Sage, after Rado's spirit is strengthened, he can slowly digest and absorb the power of knowledge.

After deduction, he concluded—

A feasible ceremony.

However, the fundamental problem with Lado is not his spirit, but rather that his ability to digest knowledge is not up to par with the indoctrination of the hidden sage. Therefore, it can only treat the symptoms, not the root cause, of Lado.

The spiritual strengthening ritual, on the contrary, plunged Rado into endless suffering.

However, being more clear-headed is always better than being insane.

In addition, it gave Roy a bit of inspiration.

One can use rituals to connect someone in the real world with one's mystical temple, and then selectively attract people, all it takes is—

Modify the mental enhancement ritual to create a mental channel in conjunction with ritual magic.

Roy was slightly pleased and sincerely praised the hidden sage in the mysterious hall.

He was a truly generous and helpful fellow.

He threw those ramblings back onto the shelf.

"I'll buy another purple crystal tomorrow. I want to try and see what the effect will be if I really infuse it with the Hidden Sage's murmurs."

Although 10 sulphurs are expensive, Roy's current income is quite substantial, so he can afford it.

Mr. Men's ramblings are quite powerful, but their origins are truly difficult to explain.

It's better suited as a trump card.

Having finalized his plans, Roy prepared to glance at the star map before leaving the mysterious temple.

Then, he saw a twinkling purple star.

Klein Moretti.

What's going on?

Roy narrowed his eyes slightly, then quickly used his spiritual powers to lead him to the mysterious hall.

……

"Please, hermit, please help me!"

Klein prayed incessantly.

He didn't know if it would work, but—

Of all the people he knows, the most knowledgeable and wise is that hermit.

As for himself, the Fool was all talk and no action; in reality, he was just a Sequence 9 fortune teller, and he was helpless in Old Neil's situation.

I prayed for quite a while.

He thought he was going to fail, since without a formal name and only a simple ceremony, it would normally be impossible to make contact.

however.

The next instant, he noticed that the things around him had transformed into torrents of information and spiritual numbers. The convergence of spiritual numbers and information flow formed a vortex that swallowed him up.

I woke up again.

We had arrived at that familiar yet unfamiliar mysterious hall.

Klein was overjoyed and quickly bowed respectfully: "Respected Hermit, thank you for summoning me!"

He slightly raised his eyes.

He saw that the other party was composed of endless information, knowledge and spiritual numbers, and that a single glance would give him a warning of a spiritual explosion. He quickly lowered his head and dared not look.

You cannot look God in the eye!

At that moment, he experienced the feeling of justice, of the Hanged Man facing the Fool.

I'm extremely anxious!

"What kind of deal do you want to make by requesting my summons?"

Roy asked casually.

Klein lowered his head and said, "I have a friend who is a spies, but he has been corrupted by the influence of the Hidden Sage. I want to ask if there is any way to save him? I can offer Emperor Roselle's notes as a price."

"..."

Good guy!

They acquired Russell's Diary from the Tarot Club, packaged it, and then dumped it on me.

You've got all the knowledge about buying and selling.

Roy couldn't hold back his emotions, but luckily he was in a digital state and couldn't express his feelings, so Klein wouldn't notice anything amiss.

He paused for a moment, then said indifferently, "Rossel's diary itself has little value to me."

Klein was startled—

Did He know it was a diary?

Does He also recognize Chinese characters?

But if He could read, why did He say that a diary was useless to Him?

After his initial shock, he quickly realized what was happening and couldn't hide his astonishment: "So that was Emperor Roselle's diary! I thought it was some kind of mysterious knowledge. Then, can we exchange it?"

Klein, your reaction time is really fast.

Her acting skills are also very good.

Roy's lips curled into a slight smile.

"Its writing is very interesting; I can keep it in my collection. Ten diary entries, and you'll find the solution."

Klein breathed a sigh of relief.

Hearing this, he understood—

The other party did not recognize the words, but He knew it was a diary.

There are many possibilities. Perhaps the other party is omniscient and omnipotent, possessing all mysteries and knowledge, or perhaps the other party once knew Emperor Roselle.

but.

Both are amazing.

I, this imposter, am no match for the Hermit.

Klein sighed inwardly and asked respectfully, "Mr. Hermit, how should I demonstrate it?"

"You just need to recall it and keep the thought of making it appear in your mind."

Roy said calmly.

Klein nodded and began to recall the contents of the diary, then—

He was horrified to see it.

Streams of information emerged from both sides of his head, seemingly coming from his ears. After these streams appeared, individual words floated in the air, vivid and lifelike, as if they possessed life.

Knowledge activation!

Klein was utterly shocked. Then he saw the animated words combine on their own and fly onto the white paper that appeared out of thin air. In the blink of an eye, ten diary pages appeared.

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(End of this chapter)