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

Chapter 34 This is us, the Secret Seekers

Blackthorn Security Company.

"Captain, these are the things we found in Old Neil's house."

Klein handed over the note.

Dunn picked it up.

"Life is forged."

The required materials include...

Below, there is Old Neil's handwriting.

"I could consider extracting my own, accumulating it little by little, and storing it using ritual magic."

There are a few tear stains on it.

Dunn paused for a few seconds, then said, "At least he's not dead, is he? The mental enhancement ritual keeps his mind at a good level, and he's adjusted himself now."

That being said, he could never sit at the table and teach his own "reimbursement" methods with a smile.

This is Dunn's judgment.

Because of Old Neil's problem, it wasn't just the evil god's influence, but also his own actions.

The death of his fiancée left Neil in a bad mental state, and even Dunn himself didn't have a good solution, so he could only try to inspire Neil's fighting spirit through their camaraderie.

The effect was rather average.

If this continues, Old Neil might still lose control, and entering Charnis's Gate would be the best outcome.

……

Black Iron Bar.

Roy, covered in dust, returned to the house through the back door and went straight to the basement.

Old Ryan sat up.

"How is it?"

"The scene appears to be a fire caused by equipment malfunction, but there are traces of ritual magic, indicating interference. Divination cannot pinpoint the cause."

Roy put down his clothes.

The day after he returned from Lado, a gang in their jurisdiction was wiped out, and he was responsible for checking the situation.

Half of them died, and the other half are missing.

"What about psychic abilities?"

"We didn't see it on site, and psychic abilities aren't our area of ​​expertise. We can only say we know a little about it, but we couldn't find any precise information."

but.

Roy paused for a moment and said, "I think it was the Aurora Society that did it; the killings were horrific."

"What exactly is the Aurora Society trying to do?"

Old Ryan was puzzled. "They rarely caused trouble in Tingen before. The closest one, Mr. Z, was in Port Engmat, not Tingen. What are they up to?"

Roy remained silent; he felt he knew, but that part of his memory was hidden.

Old Ryan thought for a moment, then suddenly sat up straight and said, "By the way, Rado has recovered somewhat, and his mental state has stabilized a lot. I heard it was because of your visit?"

"Spiritual Enhancement Ritual"

Roy gave a brief retelling of what happened that day.

of course.

His actions in the mysterious temple will not be discussed further.

Old Ryan initially listened attentively, but later a look of disappointment appeared on his face. He leaned back in his chair and said, "So, he was able to recover because the knowledge instilled in him by the Hidden Sage just happened to be the type that was easier for him to grasp?"

"That should be it."

Roy nodded.

The Hidden Sage is a personified deity; no one knows who He has instilled what knowledge in.

Old Ryan and his group couldn't possibly verify it.

"That's a real shame. I thought I could find a solution to this madness."

"How could He give me the real solution?"

Roy shook his head. "Including this time, he also planted a trap for Rado. And in the future, Rado will also be associated with madness. That's what we Seekers are all about."

Old Ryan remained silent for a long time, the book in his hand swaying slightly.

"Yes, this is us Seekers, a group of pitiful people pursued by knowledge."

……

Inside the mysterious hall.

Roy absorbed the three fighting books, and then it took him quite a while to fully digest them.

Fusak Style Fighting Techniques

This school of thought is straightforward and adept at overwhelming others with force, which perfectly matches the barbaric and rugged style of the Fussac Empire, and is not the style that Roy is good at.

At first, Roy didn't intend to absorb it, but later he figured that this fighting style could make him better at using his strength.

"Mastering different fighting styles will also speed up my potion digestion."

Roy was able to fully access information in the mysterious temple, which allowed him to more clearly perceive the progress and changes in his body; he could sense even the slightest improvement.

"Master more fighting styles."

He found the second direction.

Becky left him a bookshelf full of fighting books, enough for him to master a wide variety of fighting styles and digest this part of the knowledge.

however.

Roy had a vague feeling—

Ultimately, martial arts scholars must find the answers in combat.

Fighting knowledge must not only be learned, but also practiced and applied to verify what you have learned.

The next moment, a purple star shone brightly, and not only that, faint chanting could be heard coming from outside the hall.

Someone is reciting the name they themselves have chosen!

Only Fors knew that set of honorifics; no one else knew them.

Without hesitation, Roy opened the star map and saw a bright, shining star.

She is praying.

In the next instant, Fors's figure rose rapidly and appeared in the mysterious hall.

She paused for a moment, then stood up and bowed respectfully.

"Great Hermit, I have found some of the Emperor's diaries and also learned some information about the Morse Order."

"Try to recall those details."

Roy said calmly.

"yes!"

Fors lowered his head, closed his eyes, and began to recall the contents of the diary he had seen. Soon, the words in the diary jumped and combined, turning into pages of the Emperor's diary.

Roy took it and glanced at it.

This time it's for real, and there's a record containing secrets that even they themselves didn't know about.

He put it aside, intending to take it home for a closer look.

Then, Roy stretched out his hand, and a torrent of information fell into his palm, vanishing into nothingness—

As Fors reminisces, her thoughts are copied as a stream of information.

Fors opened his eyes, about to recount his news about the Morse Order.

The next moment, Roy said calmly, "Your information is very valuable."

"You know?"

Fors was stunned for a few seconds.

She hasn't said it yet!

Roy smiled faintly and said, "The Morse Penitentiary has sent people to infiltrate Backlund. Ha, no need to make contact. Backlund is a quagmire; they won't come out unscathed."

"yes!"

Fors opened her eyes slightly, wanting to ask, but fearing that she couldn't afford to exchange the secrets behind it.

She suppressed her curiosity.

"Mr. Hermit, this time the diary and news..."

"You can get the Sequence 8 recipe, provided you find me more valuable diaries."

Roy waved his hand, and a book flew up, its pages turning quickly and orderly. A piece of paper flew out and landed in Fors's hand.

Fors took it, a look of joy on his face.

It was written on the paper.

Sequence 8, The Magician.

Main ingredients: the stomach of a Soul Eater, 20 ml of deep-sea marlin blood.

Auxiliary materials...

The recipe has finally arrived!

and.

I gathered information on my own and only spent a little over a hundred gold pounds. I still have some savings left to buy extraordinary materials for Sequence 8.

However, that amount of money is probably not enough to buy two main materials.

Thinking of this, Fors's face fell.

I need to figure out how to make more money when I get back. Just writing novels until I'm exhausted won't accumulate enough wealth.

She was in a state of confusion.

"Furthermore, someone has proposed holding regular secret study sessions. Would you like to participate?"

"Of course! You are truly a generous god!"

"Heh, I'm just providing an opportunity; I'm not participating in the exchange. I'll be holding a study session every Sunday evening at 7 PM sharp, so please make sure your privacy and safety are guaranteed."

"Yes, thank you again for your invitation."

Fors bowed slightly.

Roy nodded slightly, and then her body transformed into a mass of information and spiritual numbers, disappearing into the mysterious hall.

(End of this chapter)