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

Chapter 51 The Hermit, The Failed Attack

"Oh, by the way, I need to remind you that I brought something back, so you'd better hurry."

"That's what Ms. Owl said."

Did you bring something?

What is that?

Roy paused for a moment, then thought of the extraordinary properties that had disappeared earlier.

Could it be that……

He quickly put on the clothes he wanted to take off, ignoring his own mutterings and the disturbances, and went outside.

I've only taken two steps.

rear--

choke!

A sound.

The window burst open, and a man emerged from the shadows.

Roy tensed up, instantly understanding the situation.

That hermit!

The other party may have originally planned to take advantage of my shower before making a move, since you don't carry anything with you when you shower, which is when you are most vulnerable.

however.

Neither they nor the other party expected that Ms. Owl would say that, which completely changed the outcome.

Roy reacted immediately and drew his Demon Hunter pistol.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out.

Screams erupted from below.

The opponent blended into the shadows, like a black mist, and skillfully dodged the bullets.

The bullets were useless!

Seeing the black mist approaching, Roy no longer hesitated and threw out another flashbang grenade.

boom!

The room was filled with blinding light.

The other person closed their eyes to avoid being blinded by the bright light, but their figure was inevitably exposed.

Furthermore, Roy's main objective was not to kill him with grenades, but to create opportunities and openings for himself with flashbang grenades.

The amethyst pendant in his hand shone brightly.

"Dreaming!"

The ancient Hermes language fell.

In an instant, torrents of information emerged from the crystal and surged into the other person's body.

This is not Mr. Men's ramblings or roars, but a true indoctrination from the hidden sage.

The difference is that this talisman is full of useless babbling and verbal abuse.

It possesses no extraordinary power; it is simply a completely chaotic, disordered, and incomprehensible body of knowledge.

Even though the hermit had gone through the two sequences of the Spellcaster and the Listener, and was already highly resistant to babbling, he was still tormented to the point that his mind went blank for a while.

He endured unspeakable pain, wanting to merge into the shadows, but his spiritual conflict was so intense that he could not hide it stably, and a part of it would appear and disappear intermittently.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out.

The demon hunter bullet pierced his body.

however.

He didn't die.

The hermit blended half his body into the shadows, then used the shadows to distort the light slightly.

The bullet missed!

Fortunately, Roy didn't place all his hopes on bullets.

He fired three shots in quick succession, while simultaneously using his left hand to put on the rage mask. Seeing that the bullets were going inaccurate, he threw the pistol away and picked up a cane from the doorway.

Hold the cane upside down, using the tail as the handle, and sweep it horizontally with one strike.

boom!

A muffled thud.

The other party was forced to defend himself with his hands, and then retreated in an attempt to escape.

but.

Roy twisted his hand, and the cane spun nimbly, its curved part precisely hooking the other person's shoulder. With a sudden burst of force, he pulled the other person forward in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, he thrust out the dagger with his left hand.

In an instant, blood gushed from the hermit's arm.

He let out roars, his voice carrying a terrifying and eerie power.

This is one of the extraordinary abilities of a listener.

Roy already had mental pollution and couldn't withstand its influence at all.

His head was throbbing with pain, so he quickly backed away to create some distance.

The hermit recovered somewhat and was about to give chase when Lady Owl finally arrived.

She flew in from outside, swiftly slashing with her claws, a strange force interfering with his movements and pulling him out of the shadows.

Roy stepped back, picked up his pistol, and fired again.

He didn't look at the visual aspect, but instead attacked the opponent's ethereal body.

Bang!

One shot, one hit.

pity.

Simply looking at the etheric body is not enough to accurately hit the vital point.

The hermit dared not linger and leaped back, disappearing into the shadows outside the wall.

He ran away.

That's what Roy originally thought.

But when he moved to the side of the window where the sun was shining, he soon saw Leonard fighting with him again.

Perhaps the old man's earlier AFK performance led him to underestimate Leonard's potential...

Instead of fleeing, the hermit intended to kill Leonard.

then.

He was killed by Leonard in a way that he himself could not comprehend.

The opponent's attack was clearly not fatal!

Roy understood.

His life was stolen.

Without the divine corruption of a true creator, Pales wouldn't tolerate him.

Although it was a pity that he failed to obtain the other party's extraordinary characteristics, with his own strength, he was simply unable to kill this hermit, and might even be ambushed again.

The current situation is the best possible outcome.

Roy breathed a sigh of relief, took off his rage mask, and waved to the people below.

Leonard smiled slightly, removed his hat in return, and then walked toward the carriage where it was parked.

……

"Thanks."

"No need to thank me. After all, we're about to be partners, and perhaps it was what I brought that attracted him."

The owl lowered the dark red ear she was carrying.

Perhaps because it had been corrupted by the true creator, it was even more bizarre than the one Roy saw in his dream!

but.

This "lady" was unaffected.

Roy's expression turned solemn.

"Madam, I think we should talk about why you chose me first."

He needed to figure out whether it was the aura emanating from the mysterious temple that attracted it, or some other reason.

"I sensed the call," said the owl.

"But what I performed was just a regular ceremony, not a messenger contract."

Roy continued to ask.

The owl flapped her wings and muttered, "I don't know what happened either. I thought it was a messenger contract. It's so rare to find someone I click with."

Cross-eyed?

Roy remained silent.

I always feel there's something wrong with what I get for free.

Roy thought for a moment and said, "I need a day to think about it. Could you give me a precise phrase to summon you?"

"A spirit wandering in illusion, a friendly creature at your disposal, Nina Erigor, willing to be your messenger."

"It can point steadily at me for a while," said the owl in Old Fusak.

"Okay, I will definitely give you an answer by tonight at the latest."

Roy answered seriously—

He needed to consult the oracle at the mysterious temple before deciding whether to grant Nina Erigor's request to hire her as his messenger.

and.

He needs to resolve his own problems first, otherwise he won't be able to calm down and think things through.

The owl disappeared into the room, leaving behind the ears she had carried along the way.

This is an extraordinary characteristic of a listener.

It's just that it's quite special.

Its heavy pollution, combined with the complex circumstances of the deaths at the time, made it a truly extraordinary natural object.

Roy repeatedly performed divination to confirm that there were no abnormalities remaining on it before ascending to the hall.

Upon arriving at the mysterious hall, Roy quickly transformed himself into a torrent of information.

Then, he meticulously examined the matter, using the power of the mysterious temple to extract the traces of pollution within.

After being reassembled, Roy felt like he had returned to normal.

He wrapped that part of the pollution in information flow and sealed it on the bookshelf of "harmful knowledge".

Perhaps it will still be useful in the future.

At this moment, he clearly sensed the abnormality within himself and saw the disharmonious aspects of his being—

Regarding the extraordinary qualities of the Listener and the divine nature of the true Creator of Lannus, it was not that he forgot, but rather that he was guided and influenced, causing him to forget the key.

This is the power of 008 and the audience approach.

"It's impossible to guard against."

Roy couldn't help but sigh.

Although Ince Zangwell is a terrible screenwriter, the script is strong enough.

Fortunately, I was cautious enough and well-prepared.

of course.

The owl lady was also a great help.

Roy picked up the remaining pendant.

"Ms. Nina Erico was kind to me."

The pendant spun wildly clockwise.

It couldn't be more real.

"My experiences with Nina Erigor and myself were influenced and guided by extraordinary factors."