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

Chapter 5 Black Iron Bar

"I didn't expect her to be the first one."

"After bringing people online and putting on a disguise, my spiritual energy is being depleted quite quickly. With my current abilities, I'm afraid I can't support two people online at the same time."

Roy was reviewing what had just happened in the mysterious hall.

Fors is known as "salted fish".

If you tell her something for free, she'll never know how to strive; only debt can motivate her to get moving.

and.

He wanted to establish a rule of "knowledge exchange for knowledge"—

Even now there are only three or four lonely booklets in the hall.

"Hidden Sage, give it your all! Pour more knowledge into me, I can handle it!"

Roy sighed.

He needs to become stronger so that he can further master and utilize the abilities of the Mystic Temple.

The current mysterious temple is far from its ultimate state.

To play the role of a mystery seeker, the first step is to read books and learn and master more mysterious knowledge.

At that moment, he felt a sharp pain in his head.

That's the limit.

Going back to reality.

Roy looked at the night outside and thought of the book he had read in Guna.

Those are the doctrines of the Steam Church and some deeper knowledge.

such as--

The abilities of a generalist.

The general power of the church, the condition of the seven major orthodox churches, etc.

The teacher is truly a good teacher.

pity.

Roy sighed softly as he thought of his mysterious palace.

Although he couldn't be certain, he was pretty sure that the mysterious temple was related to that thing, so he and the God of Steam were destined to be enemies.

Even though he is far from becoming a god, he still needs to be wary.

I need to find a way to leave the Steam Church.

He looked outside, his mind filled with countless thoughts.

"Go to sleep. It's only Sequence 9. Thinking about anything else is futile."

The next day, Roy came downstairs.

A middle-aged woman is cleaning the room.

Mrs. Traore.

"Mr. Roy, are you going out to look for work today?"

Mrs. Traore looked up and saw Roy dressed in a formal suit, looking very serious, as if he were going to a banquet or a job interview.

Roy shook his head: "No, I found a job yesterday, and today is my first day at work, so I thought I should dress a little more formally."

"Yes, that's proper decorum, but you should also buy a pocket watch and a walking stick."

Mrs. Traore looked her up and down.

Roy smiled and said, "I'll consider it when I have more money in my pocket."

"Children who are independent and self-reliant will always be blessed by the goddess."

"Um."

Roy didn't mention that his family were followers of the god of steam. After chatting for a while, he said goodbye to his landlady and went downstairs.

His predecessor's parents were workers in Backlund. Both of them died in an accident, but he survived and used the pension to go to Tingen to study.

From this perspective, joining Mechanical Heart initially is a pretty good start, at least you can get valuable free potions—

The materials alone are worth over four hundred gold pounds, plus the recipe, which is worth two hundred gold pounds.

To become a true seer of secrets on his own is a pipe dream; who knows when that will ever happen? Perhaps the Mystic Temple can help him, but that's just like Klein's predicament at the Tarot meeting.

As a great being, asking for money is really beneath his dignity.

They deserve to die poor for their pretentious ways.

He sighed and boarded a public carriage heading towards the Black Iron Bar.

……

The Black Iron Bar is located on the south side.

Roy arrived by car, got out, looked around, and immediately understood his future job—

Listen to messages and investigate suspicious individuals.

Because this area is the closest to the Dragon Bar to the Steam Church's territory, there are relatively more special groups of people here.

"It's better than working at a church."

Roy chuckled to himself.

Then, he adjusted his hat and went into the bar.

Once he reached the front of the table, he waited patiently until all the guests had taken their drinks and left before he finally sat down.

The person in charge of the front desk is a young girl.

She has light brown, slightly wavy hair, well-proportioned features, and a very harmonious and beautiful face. She has a few small freckles, but overall she is still very pretty.

The young girl smiled broadly: "Sir, what kind of drink would you like?"

"I was introduced by Harlen, who said there was a job available for me here."

Roy reported his origins.

The young girl's smile faltered slightly, then she pointed to the right and said, "You can go up the stairs over there, and the third door on the left is our boss's office."

"Thanks."

Roy bowed in thanks and turned to go upstairs.

We followed the route upstairs.

He quickly found the so-called third door.

A brown-red wooden door.

dong dong dong.

After a gentle knock, a sound came from inside shortly afterward.

"Drive it in yourself."

Kara -

Roy opened the door and went in, where he saw a disheveled middle-aged man sitting at a table, fiddling with mechanical objects in his hands, his face covered in the grease from those machines.

He glanced at it.

That thing should be some kind of gun; based on its shape, it resembles a rifle with a bayonet.

Did the Emperor not create such a gun?

That shouldn't be happening!

After a while, the other person put down the machine, sighed, and then said, "You're a patient young man. Okay, introduce yourself."

"Sir, I am Roy Green, and I just became a Spy yesterday. Mr. Carl instructed me to come here."

Roy said.

The other person didn't look up, assembling the parts while making modifications based on the blueprints.

"Lasse Harlan, appraiser."

The other party replied.

Then, he couldn't help but sigh and complain, "Another spy. Couldn't you send someone who's good at close combat? Sorry, kid, I didn't mean it against you. It's just that we're not good at fighting."

"..."

Roy dared not have any objections!

but.

Lasse is the straightforward type; although her words may be harsh, she doesn't mean any harm.

Secondly, he didn't expect that "Harlen" was actually the shop owner.

Roy had previously thought it was Carl's last name.

"Go to the basement and find old Ryan. He's a martial arts scholar and he'll guide you through all sorts of training. Then you can collect your gun, bullets, and badges. As for your specific job, that'll depend on what old Ryan assigns you."

Lasse said, sounding extremely pained, and waved his hand, saying, "If there's nothing else, you can leave. Remember to close the door when you go out."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

Roy left the room and closed the door behind him.

Sequence 7 Appraiser.

Having a Sequence 7 in a tavern is quite generous of the Machine Heart.

As for the old man's statement about "not being good at fighting".

Just listen to it.

The fighting style of the Mechanical Heart has never been based on individual strength.

The extraordinary items distributed by the artisans are enough to allow them to easily defeat enemies of the same sequence.

Given time to deploy, few organizations could withstand the onslaught of the Mechanical Heart; they are the best example of overwhelming their opponents with superior equipment.

The path leads from upstairs to the basement.

Then Roy met an elderly man who was about fifty years old, wearing a soft hat and holding a book. He was not very strong and looked more like a gentle scholar.

In front of him, two men were locked in a fierce battle.

The old man occasionally jots down words in his notebook.

Is this an act?

(End of this chapter)