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

Chapter 62: Thank you, Captain! Thank you, God of Steam!

The black market outside the Dragon Bar.

Wearing a hat, Roy went to the street during the morning market and found the female shop owner.

Actually, he originally wanted to ask Mr. Gao Wen for help.

But before leaving, Roy went into the mysterious hall and thought about it. He gave up the idea of ​​having Gawain help with the acquisition and mailing, and instead disguised himself and went out on his own.

He is not safe now.

A poor screenwriter, scriptwriter, and even the Aurora Society may all target him.

There was a very high chance that something bad would happen if Gao Wen helped him; he even kept the letter but didn't send it, only sending a slip of paper instead.

The above only mentions that he met a messenger, mentioned that he summoned spirit creatures, and later wanted to become a messenger, and then signed it "Grim Roth".

He believed Mr. Hyde would understand.

If exposed.

At most, it would just expose my fake name and make me a messenger. I can just change my identity when I need to change my appearance later. There's no problem at all.

If he can get the message out, he will benefit greatly.

He stopped in front of the shop.

The female shop owner had just opened her business and was tidying up her things.

Looking up and seeing Roy, a smile immediately appeared on his face.

"Would you like to spend some money today, sir?"

"Yes, I bought the regular fairy flower last time. Did you bring any other kinds this time? I want the purple-veined fairy flower, preferably two, since she likes purple."

Roy smiled.

The female shopkeeper nodded slightly and took out a potted plant from underneath: "I brought one with me, and it just so happens that two flowers are in full bloom, but it's quite expensive, 5 pounds each. Is that acceptable to you?"

Any flower that can serve as an exceptional material is sold by the number of petals.

The Purple-veined Fairy Flower is no exception.

One flower has five petals.

In other words.

The price of a single petal is 1 pound.

After hearing this, Roy hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and nodded.

"Sure, but I'd like one of them to have some leaves."

"That won't do!"

The female shop owner was very wary.

Roy had no choice but to give up regretfully.

Fairy flowers can be propagated by cuttings.

of course.

He had no intention of raising them himself; he just wanted to throw out a smokescreen to make the other party think that he wanted to do business in this area or grow them himself.

Seeing that the female shopkeeper was about to put the flowerpot down, he had no choice but to agree.

"Okay, we'll do it your way, two flowers for 10 pounds."

Roy pulled out two £5 bills and handed them over.

The female shopkeeper then smiled broadly, carefully breaking off the stems corresponding to the flowers, and then looked at Roy: "Would you like to decorate with the rest of the flowers? They're not expensive, only 1 soule in total."

"Okay, please add some other flowers in there; it's in the middle."

A happy smile spread across Roy's face. "She'll definitely like it."

"Yes, she'll definitely like it."

The female shop owner was all smiles.

After a moment, Roy paid another 1 soule, then left with the bouquet and went to a jewelry store to buy an amethyst pendant.

Upon returning home, he separated the two purple-veined fairy flowers and used a sacrificial ritual to send them to a mysterious temple for safekeeping. In the process, he also created a knowledge talisman filled with the chaotic infusion of knowledge from a hidden sage.

Afterwards, Roy returned to reality and put the flowers aside.

After thinking for a moment, he picked it up again.

It seems Mrs. Traore's birthday is in a couple of days. He's lived here for several years, and Mrs. Traore has treated him well, so he should at least give her a gift.

Who knows, he might not be in Tingen next year.

Roy picked up the bouquet and went downstairs.

Mrs. Traore, seeing him carrying a bouquet of flowers and beaming with joy, couldn't help but scold, "You're going to meet someone else's daughter, why aren't you dressed more formally?"

"I'm not going to see Miss. This bouquet is for you, Mrs. Traore. It's your birthday in a couple of days, and I might not be available then. Happy birthday."

Roy presented a bouquet of flowers.

Mrs. Traore covered her mouth, her face showing disbelief, and then her eyes filled with tears.

"Roy..."

"Mrs. Traore, this is the first gift I've bought since I started working, and it's not particularly expensive."

"Thanks."

She dropped the broom, carefully accepted the flowers, and then hurriedly opened the door to put them in the vase.

Mrs. Traore was a single woman who ran a cake shop and two houses, making her quite wealthy. The value of the flowers themselves was nothing to her.

Roy said goodbye to Mrs. Traore and headed to the Black Iron Bar.

……

Black Iron Bar.

When Roy arrived at the front door, he found it closed.

Enter through the back door.

A head popped out to look around, and when Suna saw it was Roy, she breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I'm all alone today. If there were any bad guys around, I'd be in big trouble."

"You have studied martial arts and are an excellent marksman; most extraordinary individuals are no match for you."

Roy immediately saw through it.

Suna rolled her eyes and said, "Can't you just listen to me?"

She shrank back.

Where are they?

"They went to the church. This place is just a base, not the headquarters."

Suna said.

Roy had no choice but to ask again, "Where is the amethyst you promised me? Can I use it? I want to try making knowledge charms."

"Mr. Lasse gave me the key over at the materials warehouse."

Suna had no choice but to stand up.

She led Roy to the basement, to a secluded little hut.

The key opens.

The room was filled with a wide variety of materials, but most of them were auxiliary materials or materials that could be used for enchanting or spellcasting. There were no extraordinary properties among them, so they should be stored elsewhere.

Roy glanced around and basically remembered what was there.

He thought for a moment and said, "Take 15 amethysts first, then take a small bottle of energizing essential oil and pure water. If I'm feeling low on energy, I might need to use them to stimulate my mind."

Be careful, don't be reckless.

Suna gave the instructions, then took out all the items and handed him the form.

This is the application form.

Roy filled in the items and numbers, and finally signed his name.

The Mechanical Heart's management and control of items does not seem to be as strict as the Night Watchers'.

He thought to himself.

Having easily obtained the supplies, Suna showed no intention of leaving, so Roy immediately began to try.

Extracting knowledge and imparting knowledge.

He had tried these two steps many times in the mysterious temple and was already very familiar with them, but this was the first time he had used them in reality. Anyway, it was free supplies...

He proceeded cautiously, his mind replaying a vague and complex memory.

That was the indoctrination and ramblings of a hidden sage.

As Roy recalled the events, his spirituality extended into the amethyst, attempting to use his spirituality to slowly process the knowledge and ramblings.

This is the conventional method for creating knowledge charms.

and so.

It is extremely difficult to manufacture.

Even for an extraordinary individual like Roy, whose spirituality and control far surpass those of ordinary clairvoyants, the creation process was incredibly difficult; one wrong move and—

Gala!

A soft cracking sound.

Roy lowered his head regretfully as the amethyst cracked with narrow, long fissures, spreading like a spider web.

It's obsolete.

"pity."

Suna sighed regretfully.

"That's how knowledge charms work. If they weren't so effective at helping those who seek secrets, I wouldn't have gone to such lengths to research and create them."

Roy sighed, "We were forced into this."

Suna felt deeply sympathetic: "Normally, this would cost a lot of money, but fortunately, as long as you manufacture it and provide it to the church, you can get reimbursed."

"Yes, thank you, kind captain, thank you, Church! Thank you, great god of steam and machinery!"

Roy then drew a triangular holy symbol.

Then, he continued "making talismans"—

In reality, Roy was trying to shatter the amethyst with his own spiritual power while preserving its spiritual essence, thus rendering it damaged.

Seeing this, Suna got up.

"I'll go upstairs and file this application form. Call me if you need anything."

"Thank you, Suna."

Roy watched her go up, then picked up the broken amethyst from before, returned to his room, and gently tapped and crushed it along the crack with a small hammer.

He put away all the materials.

With the extraordinary "Wizard" traits preserved in the mysterious temple, I have gathered all the materials for the Wizard potion and can now begin the process of advancing to "Sequence 7".

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(End of this chapter)