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

Chapter 31 Praising the Hermit!

"What should I do to save my friend?"

Klein presented the diary, then steered the conversation back to the main topic.

Roy smiled faintly: "There are two methods. One is that I will convert his spiritual body and astral body information into spiritual numbers and remove the parts that belong to the influence of the Hidden Sage."

"This is too dangerous."

Klein was slightly startled when he heard this.

Reconstructing the spiritual body and the astral body is essentially the same as reconstructing the soul, isn't it?

Neil's condition simply cannot withstand any more stress.

Roy smiled faintly. He knew Klein was unlikely to accept such a dangerous operation, so—

The second one is his true thought.

A piece of paper appeared before Klein; it contained all the knowledge about the mental enhancement ritual.

"Another method is to strengthen his spirit through rituals. Its advantages are stability and effectiveness, but its disadvantage is that the rituals need to be rearranged periodically to enhance his spirit."

"You can learn it right away if you agree. There was another, more stable way, but your friend is a Night Watchman of the Church of the Night, and I don't want Amanisis to think I'm stealing him."

Roy's tone was indifferent.

???

Amanisis?

Is this the real name of the goddess of the night?

Klein lowered his head slightly, his heart filled with shock and fear, wishing he hadn't heard that name at all.

After all, I'm still the night watchman...

Just how powerful and ancient is the Hermit, that he even knows these secrets?

Klein's mind raced, then he forcibly redirected his thoughts elsewhere.

He had to temporarily forget that word.

After a long while, Klein began to ponder the rest of that sentence.

The hermit's "more stable" —

Perhaps it was the hermit himself who made the move!

He certainly possesses such power, but as the Hermit said, Old Neil is the Night Watchman of the Church of the Night, and he deeply believes in the Goddess of the Night, so how could he possibly recite the Hermit's name?

and.

For the hermit, such a deal was not worthwhile; it probably couldn't be offset by ten diaries.

This ritual was enough to temporarily calm Old Neil's mind.

In this way, the worst outcome for old Neil would be to enter the Gates of Charnis and become one of its guardians.

At least he's still alive.

Klein sighed, took the paper, and bowed slightly: "Thank you for your kindness!"

"It's just a transaction. Just a reminder, the key to losing control is himself. Any rituals or extraordinary abilities are just external forces."

Roy smiled faintly.

"clear."

Klein looked at the paper, and then he saw the words come back to life, evolving the ritual and teaching him about it in visual form.

Then, the knowledge on the paper transformed into a torrent of information, flowing into his mind.

The next moment, he felt—

I have completely memorized all the knowledge of the mental enhancement ritual!

Unbelievable.

Klein couldn't help but feel envious.

Compared to the mysterious temple, his own gray fog was like a bare-bones house.

of course.

This must be because I am too weak.

Klein understood very well that his gray mist was also mysterious and powerful, with great potential waiting to be explored.

He bowed slightly, preparing to take his leave, when suddenly an idea struck him, and he asked, "Mr. Hermit, I'd like to ask if you have any stable, uh, like conference services?"

"No one has suggested it yet, but if anyone responds, I can hold regular secret study sessions."

Roy replied casually.

Klein lowered his head: "If such a meeting were to occur, I wonder if I could join in?"

"Can."

"Thank you again for your kindness!"

Klein bowed, and when he looked up again, the scene before him had changed to his familiar room.

He recalled, and then confirmed—

That's not an illusion.

He did indeed enter the mysterious temple and exchange for the knowledge he needed.

but.

"Fairy Flower, Dragon Tooth Grass, Amethyst Powder."

"The hermit also noted that it can be used in conjunction with rituals to construct a reverse spiritual channel for continuous and stable comfort to the other person. Isn't that exactly what I need?"

"He is truly learned and generous."

Klein praised the hermit from the bottom of his heart.

……

"From the lady to the young lady, the Emperor truly has no taboos when it comes to meat or vegetables."

Roy sighed.

The ten diary entries consisted mostly of Huang Tao describing his romantic escapades, with some complaining about certain high-ranking officials. Only about a third contained substantial content, which he had read in the original novel.

These ten cards must have been given by the Hanged Man and Justice.

"If I could join the Tarot Club and return the ten diaries to him, I wonder what kind of expression Klein would have."

"It's a pity we can't do that."

Roy sighed.

He could confront Klein, but not now—

Both evil gods are too weak.

The most important thing is that the two sequences, one 9 and the other 8, maintain a high degree of tacit understanding.

For example, when we have a meeting, we can exchange ideas and cooperate with each other, and we can all be part of each other.

Now Klein is on his side.

The question is, how do I get to his place?

Roy fell into deep thought: "How about trying to get some antiques from the church? No, that's too difficult, and it's not much different from buying a lottery ticket. Otherwise, after Klein goes to Backlund and causes some trouble, we can just chant His name directly."

As for its origin...

The Hidden Sage!

As the pinnacle of those who seek secrets, even Klein wouldn't doubt the abilities of the Hidden Sage. Moreover, he didn't act discreetly after arriving in Backlund; even the Aurora Society knew his name.

After chanting the honored name, Klein knew his identity and personality and would certainly not refuse to pull him into the gray fog.

Yes, that makes sense.

Roy nodded slightly, feeling much more confident.

No need to rush!

Sooner or later.

……

"Good morning, Klein."

"morning."

Klein hurried inside and headed straight for the area where Leonard was.

He sat down.

"Leonard, how's Old Neil?"

"His mental state is very poor. I suspect that if things continue like this, he might lose control before the butler even arrives."

Leonard sighed deeply. "The captain doesn't know yet, but if he did—"

"I have a method. I read about a ritual in a book that can stabilize and strengthen the spirit, and I want to try it on Old Neil."

Klein took out a piece of paper as he spoke.

The paper described the purpose, method, and materials for the spiritual enhancement ritual.

Leonard took it, examined it carefully, and then his expression gradually became serious.

But later, his expression relaxed again.

"No matter what, it's worth a try. I'll go see if I have these materials. If not, I can go to the Steam Church."

"Shall I set it up later?"

"Yes, I'll help out. As long as we can get through this period, Old Neil will at least get a chance to survive inside the Gate of Charnis."

Leonard said in a low voice.

Klein thought so too.

However, as Mr. Hermit said, the key to Old Neil's loss of control lay with himself.

One's own will is the key.

Praise be to the hermit!

He even anticipated the current situation.

He frowned, thought for a moment, and asked, "Leonard, when will the captain be back?"

"The captain? He woke up today, but I told him to rest for a while longer."

Leonard said.

He paused, then asked, "What do you mean?"

"No one understands Old Neil better than the captain. Only the captain can persuade Old Neil and get him back on his feet. Otherwise, no ritual magic will work."

"Well... what you said makes sense, but..."

Leonard hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "I'll go find the captain! We should tell him about this!"

(End of this chapter)