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

Chapter 40 Frank: Mr. Hermit, I Don't Understand

"You may call me the Hermit."

Roy smiled faintly, "Here, you can exchange knowledge for knowledge."

Frank immediately became interested.

"Really?"

"certainly."

Roy nodded slightly.

Frank asked excitedly, "I'm an enthusiast who loves researching soil, crops, and hybridization techniques. I'd like to ask, how can I get more people to agree with my research ideas?"

"..."

Normally, this question is not difficult to answer; the difficulty lies in the fact that the other party is Frank Lee.

Roy smiled and said, "This will come at a price."

"I can share my research with you. Believe me, this is absolutely a world-changing creation. Those people simply do not understand the kindness and will of the Great Mother."

Frank talked on and on.

He didn't even wait for Roy's answer, and went straight to asking, "How should I materialize them?"

Roy changed his position.

Frank doesn't believe in any god, and he's not particularly devout to Mother Earth either. He mostly agrees with some of Mother Earth's policies, but he seems to misunderstand them...

In short, he was like a mad scientist, only passionate about his own research.

A difficult person to judge.

but.

There is no doubt that he possesses a great deal of knowledge.

Roy said, "I believe in fair trade, so let me answer your question first."

"it is good."

Frank sensed the other person's confidence.

"Without a doubt, you are a genius. Even Mother Earth would marvel at your ideas. But Frank, you need to understand one thing: being one step ahead is genius, but being too far ahead..."

Roy said calmly, "Then you'll become a madman."

"Is being too far ahead of schedule insane?"

Frank pondered for a moment, a gleam of delight appearing in his blue eyes. "Excellent! Absolutely right! As expected of a great being, you've pinpointed the essence of the problem! So, how should I solve this?"

"Ha, it's hard to get others to agree with you, because most people are mediocre, and a world full of geniuses isn't necessarily a good thing, because geniuses are often very persistent."

Roy said, "For normal people, everything has its own rules. For example, bulls and cows give birth to calves, and wheat grows into wheat. But your thoughts are disrupting all those rules."

"You actually knew my idea?"

Frank's eyes showed surprise.

He hadn't been thinking about those past events, so it was impossible for the other party to have stolen his thoughts to know.

There is only one possibility.

This great being truly knows a great deal!

"You don't agree with my point of view either?"

"No, quite the opposite. If you could make a breed that is completely pollution-free by crossing bulls, cows, and wheat, it would undoubtedly still be a great creation, but it is basically impossible."

Roy said calmly, "Just like the principle of conservation of extraordinary properties, something cannot be produced without a reason. Wheat feeds cattle, which means that many processes are omitted. Energy utilization efficiency may be improved, but the soil load will also increase."

"You are truly a great sage. I discovered this phenomenon in my research: ordinary soil simply cannot support the plants, and they will turn into sand halfway through growing. So I have been researching how to improve the soil."

Frank's eyes brightened, and his tone became increasingly respectful.

of course.

Roy didn't think the other person intended to believe in him; this respect was more like the joy and reverence one feels when encountering a senior of the same kind.

pity.

I'm not that abnormal; I'm just trying to stay rational as much as possible.

He silently scoffed inwardly, then said calmly, "So, every single step requires your participation as an extraordinary being. Even if it's created, what good will it do?"

"Don't you think this is groundbreaking?"

Frank countered.

"It's just an isolated case, and for you it's just a research project. Once it's finished, it will be set aside and won't be applied or popularized."

Roy said, "Russell was also a genius; he created countless things in his life, but he deeply understood the consequences of his creations. Frank, can you understand that?"

Frank had certainly heard of Russell, and had to admit that he was a true all-around genius.

Without hesitation, he replied, "Of course, wheat grows into cattle, and I—"

He paused after saying just one sentence.

Cows grow, and then what?

Frank pondered for a long time, and after three or four minutes, he said, "I haven't thought about it; I just want to study it."

"Focus on your passion without any distractions, and that's why you've achieved what you have today. Frank, what you need to do is take a few steps back, don't be so ahead of the curve, and let ordinary people see your existence so that they can understand and accept you."

"Take a few steps back?"

Frank muttered to himself.

He felt he understood, yet he also felt he didn't.

Roy smiled and said, "Perhaps, by then, you will become a servant of the Earth Mother Goddess."

"My lord, I still do not understand what you mean."

Frank looked confused.

So many questions, all of which were things he hadn't thought about.

Roy stepped back and said, "It's alright. You can pay the price once you understand."

He wasn't worried that Frank would default on his debts.

The other person is someone who is naturally passionate about research and pursuing knowledge. Once his words are verified, the other person will never give up doing business with him.

The next moment, Frank's figure vanished.

……

Outside a building on the Future, the sailors, their faces pale, hurriedly ran to the bow of the ship.

A short while later.

"What happened?"

Heath's expression was cold, but a hint of agitation flickered in his eyes. "What has Frank done now?"

"First mate, the first mate—"

The sailors swallowed hard.

One of them pushed them aside, saying impatiently and fearfully, "The first mate's condition seems to have taken a new turn, listen!"

Heath looked into the room.

Then, he heard sounds coming from inside the house.

"I really am a genius."

"Sigh, being too talented is also a sin. Let's take a step back. But how do we step back? Should we start with hybrid wheat and chickens? Should we begin our research from the very beginning?"

"That seems like a good idea."

"Roosters and hens can lay eggs, and eggs can hatch into chicks. The goal is to first achieve the goal of producing eggs after wheat hybridization."

"Great, they'll definitely understand my brilliant idea."

Frank muttered to himself.

That self-praise of "good, good, good" sounded like the ravings of a demon to outsiders, sending chills down their spines and making them restless with unease.

understand?

I'm sorry, but I really can't imagine wheat with stacks of eggs hanging on it!

Even Heath, a Rose Bishop of Sequence 6, couldn't help but gasp in shock.

His movement to knock on the door froze instantly.

In the instant he turned around, he reverted to his indifferent demeanor.

"I'm going to find the captain."

"Yes, yes, hurry and find the captain, or who knows what he'll do next."

"..."

Heath walked away quickly.

A moment later, Cattleya strode over, followed by Heath.

She went outside and pushed the door open to go inside.

Frank was so startled that he dropped the soil in his hand.