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

Chapter 38 Assassination in the Narrow Alley: A New Code

Old Ryan asked immediately, "What happened?"

"I saw them fight fiercely, and then a dark figure jumped down and took something. I suspect it might be a thief skilled at stealth, or it might be a way that fits the profession."

Roy recounted what he had seen and his speculations.

After hearing this, old Ryan nodded slightly: "I'll try to track his whereabouts using divination."

Roy took off his glasses, put them back in their case, closed his eyes to rest, and regained his spirituality.

Old Ryan stood to the side, holding the pendant in his hand.

Without entering the mysterious hall, Roy's divination skills are not much different from those of old Ryan, and old Ryan, as a senior extraordinary being, is even more skilled.

Three minutes passed, and old Ryan's brows furrowed.

"There was interference; all we found was that he lived in the suburbs and worked as a thief."

"Can you find out someone's appearance through dream divination?"

Roy was more concerned about this.

The deduction glasses only allow him to notice more traces at the scene and deduce the situation from the scene, so he cannot see the other person's face in the scene he sees.

Old Ryan shook his head.

Roy asked, "Could we ask for help from above?"

The Arrodes Mirror from Backlund can definitely handle this kind of problem.

Old Ryan paused for a second, and an event involving Sequence 8 extraordinary properties was reported to Backlund.

This kid really dares to dream!

He couldn't help but reply, "Mr. Carl wouldn't agree to that."

"Then we can only ask the police to mobilize and search for the thief. The police should have a lot of records of thieves, and we might be able to find some clues by following their records."

"Okay, Lamer, let's go to Beckham Field."

Old Ryan gets in the car.

Roy thought for a moment and said, "I'll go ask the Night Watchers if they have any leads on the Aurora Society. Here, take 3-114; it might come in handy later."

"Alright, combining the information from both sides will give you more details. I'll handle Mr. Lasse's side."

Old Ryan nodded.

They have no leads right now, so it would be best if the Night Watchers were willing to help.

If we find that guy later, a lot more people might suffer. Those are all lives lost, which is much more important than any credit.

Roy bowed and watched the two leave.

He continued walking along the narrow alley—

Walk across to the middle of Champagne Street, and a little further north is Hoy University.

Having not seen Mr. Azik for a long time, he planned to visit him first, and then walk along the street outside the school to the Blackthorn Security Company, the night watchman.

After walking for a while, just as he was about to exit the passage, Roy suddenly stopped. He secretly gripped the poison powder bottle tied to his sleeve with his left hand, and slowly retreated with his cane in his right hand.

I had just taken two steps back when a series of hurried footsteps sounded.

Immediately afterwards, a hooded man pointed a gun at the alley and fired two shots in quick succession.

Roy braced himself against the walls on either side and quickly climbed up to avoid the two shots. Just as he was about to return fire with his pistol, he heard another rapid gust of wind behind him. There were more people there!

A knife came slashing vertically down.

Without a second thought, he fired two shots to force the gunman in front of him away, then twisted the bottle cap open with his left hand and held his breath as he fled upwards.

The poisonous fog spread and quickly reached the burly man behind them.

Roy dodged the blade, but then more bullets came flying from ahead.

He leaped up, hooked his cane on the edge of the second-floor balcony, pulled hard, and flew into the air to avoid the bullets. Then he jumped into the balcony and ducked out to avoid another bullet.

Then, Roy quickly put on the rage mask.

"Ahem!"

The burly man below coughed repeatedly.

Roy put on the mask and felt that his strength and speed had been greatly enhanced.

He leaped from the back of the balcony, nimbly landing behind the burly man. The man turned to strike, but instead saw a ferocious, furious face. In an instant, Roy gripped his cane with his left hand and swiftly struck the man's wrist.

"what!"

A scream rang out—

His hand was broken, and the knife clattered to the ground.

Roy kicked the knife away, then shot him in the heart with his left hand and struck him on the neck with his cane with his right.

The burly man stared wide-eyed, then collapsed to the ground.

Then, Roy rushed outside.

The gunman's eyes were bloodshot, and he fired bullets in rapid succession, but Roy dodged them with his spiritual intuition and amplified speed, reaching him in just a few steps.

Before the other could retreat, Roy reached forward, grabbed the end of the cane, bent his head, and hung it around the other's neck.

"Cala!"

With a forceful pull, the assassin's neck snapped instantly.

Roy pulled the corpse, quickly turned around, and dragged it behind him.

Over the past three or four minutes, he looked up at the roof, and the sense of crisis had vanished.

Roy removed his mask, dragged the corpse to the living man's side, and his eyes held a hint of violence.

After a moment, the fierce look in his eyes gradually faded.

so close!

Although these two were ordinary people, they were positioned one in front of the other. If he hadn't been well-prepared, hadn't recently improved his fighting skills and abilities, and hadn't possessed spiritual intuition and many extraordinary items, he might have been shot dead on the spot.

Who is targeting me?

He glanced at the corpse and used his basic psychic skills to investigate—

The best method is naturally dream divination.

but.

The crisis is not over yet.

With spiritual help, the other person's spirit converges.

"Who ordered you to kill me?"

"Mr. Sirius."

Why did he want to kill me?

He said, "You took what you shouldn't have taken. You gave us 15 pounds first, and we'll give you another 15 pounds after it's all done."

The strong man's spirit murmured softly.

Roy's eyes turned cold.

Sirius, one of the two Aurora Society members who escaped from the Mechanical Heart, is also a Mystic who appears in the original work.

That's what I mean.

The extraordinary properties of Sequence 8 were supposed to be delivered to him by the Aurora Society, but something went wrong and the items and books disappeared.

Maybe--

This is yet another example of a poorly written script.

Including this assassination attempt.

That approach excels at guiding people's thoughts and making them follow a predetermined path.

reason……

Maybe I'm going to go to Blackthorn Security Company?

Roy indeed found 15 pounds of gold coins on the two men.

However, this is not enough to draw a direct conclusion.

He removed the weapons and personal belongings from the two men, intending to use them for dream divination when they returned to a safe area.

Then, Roy recalled the battle he had just fought.

"The Rage Mask is very effective, but its negative effects in battle are far greater than I imagined. I couldn't control my emotions at all and became extremely ruthless, basically holding nothing back."

"Luckily, I was prepared, otherwise it would have been dangerous just now."

Even in lower ranks, there is still a risk of being overwhelmed when facing guns and weapons, so in any battle, one must never be careless and must be extremely cautious and fully prepared.

If it were someone extraordinary...

Being surrounded like this, I'm afraid my chances of survival are slim.

Roy thought to himself.

At this moment, he felt the signs of digestion again.

That thought just now aligns with the role-playing rules of a combat scholar!

Roy realized—

The focus is on scholars, but "fighting" is also a key factor.

however.

True fighting skills are not something that can be honed through training. Training can at most make one proficient in fighting, but to truly understand them, one must apply them in actual combat.

"Several directions have been established. The next step is to further summarize the detailed rules and implement them."

Roy slowly exhaled.

This was a dangerous experience, but it also made him fully understand the direction that Sequence 8 was meant to play.

In a month or two at most, he should be able to complete his role as a "fighting scholar" and begin his advancement to Sequence 7.

Roy no longer intends to advance his wizarding career through the church.

He already possesses the extraordinary characteristics of a wizard, and also has the recipes for auxiliary materials, which he can prepare himself for a maximum cost of a few dozen gold pounds.

With his current wealth, he can easily afford it.

(End of this chapter)