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

Chapter 42 There are already enough crazy people in this world.

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Roy held his cane upside down and swung it around with great force.

Gawain watched for a while, and only spoke after Roy stopped, saying, "Your fighting skills—"

"I found that the cane is a very useful and portable weapon, so I thought I would practice using it more."

Roy explained with a smile.

Gao Wen shook his head: "You killed someone yesterday, and you used a cane. You still have the ferocity to kill."

Roy paused for a moment, then said, "I couldn't detect it at all."

"That's normal. Only veterans can tell the difference. Even when it comes to killing, there's a difference between using melee weapons and guns."

Gao Wen sat down to the side.

Roy understood and nodded slightly.

"When someone kills with a gun, the blood won't splatter on you from a few steps away. But when someone kills with a cane or a knife, the scene is quite bloody, and the impression is much deeper."

To be precise, yesterday was not the first time he had killed someone in close combat.

The first time he used a dagger, he plunged it into the other man's throat, and blood splattered all over his face.

That time left the deepest impression.

Compared to yesterday, this was just child's play. Roy guessed that his condition was probably more of a lingering effect of the rage mask.

Roy didn't explain in detail.

Gao Wendao said, "Although it sounds cruel, the purpose of practicing fighting skills is to kill people. If you haven't used them before, you'll be lucky if you can use even half of them."

After listening, Roy pondered for a long time before nodding: "Real combat is not just about theory; it requires practical application."

He felt the signs of digestion again—

This section provides a detailed summary of the "fighting" part.

Gawain paused for a moment, then couldn't help but show a thoughtful expression. He didn't even notice that Roy had gone to the side to continue training. He was thinking about something.

Roy mentioned "fighting" and "scholars" the most.

According to Becky, Roy's sequence name is "Fighting Scholar".

Could what he's doing be related to potions?

Furthermore, Becky had previously mentioned that she should master the potion quickly, and this proved to be true.

After taking the Warrior's Potion, he quickly mastered its extraordinary abilities, and his own life level changed, making him feel younger and more energetic.

Gao Wen pondered and observed.

An hour later, Roy looked out through the glass window and said, "Mr. Gawain, I have to leave now. We can exchange fighting techniques another time."

"Hmm? Oh, okay."

Gao Wen got up to see him off.

He escorted Roy to the door, and even greeted Ramer, who was standing not far away.

Lamer nodded with a smile.

……

"That Mr. Gawain, I think he used to work for the police department. I didn't expect Becky to ask him to help take over the club."

"He is a knight who is extremely skilled in hand-to-hand combat and fighting."

Roy said.

Lamer agreed wholeheartedly, looking up into the distance: "He was a member of the elite knights back then, but unfortunately, times have changed, and only people like us would learn martial arts now."

"How's your investigation going?"

Instead of answering directly, Lamer couldn't help but complain, "You dump all the work on us, then come here to practice combat, and now the first thing you ask about is your progress?"

"I was assassinated yesterday, so I came here for extra training and to vent my anger."

Roy explained.

Lamer turned his head in surprise and said, "A member of the Morse Order?"

"No, they were bribed by an instigator for 15 pounds, and if I hadn't dealt with them quickly enough, they might have attempted an assassination."

Roy opened the back door and walked into the bar as he answered.

Lamer paused for a few seconds, his expression serious.

"These guys are too arrogant. One got away first, and now another one has shown up!"

"You came to see me, so you must have some clues, right?"

"Yes, it wasn't convenient to say this outside, but Mr. Ryan thinks that the other party may have become an extraordinary being through some means, and believes that they can join forces with the Church of Storms."

After all, the Dragon Bar is owned by the Church of Storms, and it is the largest black market in all of Tingen.

That's one direction we could be heading.

However, the Thief's Potion recipe is probably not kept in the church.

"Mr. Ryan needs to rest, so I was originally thinking if you were free, could you come with me? Now that you've been attacked..."

"It's alright, I can go with you. But I won't deal with the Punisher. After I take you to the Dragon Bar, I'll go to the black market to see if I can buy the materials to set up the ceremony for Rado."

Roy said.

Lamer thought for a moment and nodded: "Okay, I'll go get more Demon Hunter bullets."

"Please collect one box for me."

"Uh, can't you just... okay?"

Lamer watched as Roy took out a book and followed behind, and felt a wave of helplessness wash over him.

Whether you get one box or two boxes, it's all the same; as long as nothing is wasted, that's fine.

A few minutes later, the two boarded a public carriage.

Dragon Bar.

Roy got out of the car and suddenly sensed something strange coming from his right side. He turned his head and met the eyes of a young man.

"The Monster" Admiral.

He is only half a monster, but his inspiration is so powerful that it probably surpasses that of most monsters.

Roy paused for a moment.

Without a doubt, he was a genius, but as old Neil lamented—

None of the three major churches have monster potion recipes.

This is also a kind of misfortune.

The other person was pale, their lips trembled, and they quickly looked away.

"Hello there."

Roy went over to say hello.

Admisor averted his gaze, unable to meet her eyes, muttering to himself and letting out a low, painful roar: "Chaos, flesh, death, ho—ho—"

Chaos, flesh and blood, death?

Is this a vision of some kind of future?

Roy was deep in thought.

Lamer chimed in, "Don't worry about it, he's always like this."

"Yes, but I read a sentence in a book that said, as a monster, you can surrender yourself to fate and spiritual intuition."

Roy said, "Maybe you could give it a try."

"Fate, fate."

Admiral still couldn't look directly at her—

His spiritual intuition told him that the person in front of him had a secret, and that if he looked any further, something might go wrong.

Just like that young man I saw before.

He glanced at Roy out of the corner of his eye, memorized the words, and by the time he realized what was happening, Roy had already turned and left, and the faint sound of his voice could still be heard.

"Roy, you are truly knowledgeable and kind."

"He just reads more books, and I've already seen it all, so naturally I can't bear to see him continue like this."

The man sighed, "There are already enough crazy people in this world."

Roy.

Admiral remembered the name.

Roy escorted Ramer into the Dragon Bar, glanced back at the street, and saw Admitso staggering into the crowd.

"I hope fate will be a little kinder to you."

He silently recited the mantra and drew a triangular holy emblem.

The predecessor and Lado brought about their own demise.

Admisor is different.

From birth, he was destined for a tragic fate as a half-monster.

If Admiral had met a mentor from the school of life philosophy, perhaps he could have been saved and wouldn't have had to live in pain and madness.