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

Chapter 65 The protagonist will always have a bunch of competitors

"Also, I'd like to ask if you have the Arbitrator Sequence 8 potion recipe? What would be the price for exchanging it with you?"

Fors lowered his head.

Sheriff?

But I only have the names of two main materials.

Roy stepped back and said calmly, "Yes, but you'd better exchange it for clues rather than the recipe itself."

Why?

Fors paused for a moment, then said, "Because we can't get the materials?"

"Heh, that involves very deep and secret knowledge, which you are not currently capable of knowing."

Roy smiled.

but.

This response alone is already quite terrifying.

Fors was a novelist.

So, after some thought, she came to a terrifying conclusion—

Normally, in Backlund, it would be very difficult to obtain the Arbitrator's potion recipes and extraordinary materials!

If they purchase the main ingredients directly at the party, they could face terrible dangers.

Fors broke out in a cold sweat.

She quickly asked, "What price is required for that clue?"

"That's up to you."

Roy smiled.

"I have two pages of diary entries. If that's not enough, I'll add more later—I recently met two nobles who are interested in Emperor Roselle's notes and must have other collections."

"Two pages, and you'll get a clear clue."

"A clear clue?"

Fors paused for a moment, then burst into delight, asking, "A clue from Backlund? That's great!"

"You'll definitely get it at your other party."

Fors' eyes widened.

Another party?

Is this Mr. A's party?

The Hermit even knows that the gathering is where you can get a Sequence 8 potion recipe.

The next moment, her mind went blank, and then she returned to reality.

Then, Fors raised his hand, instinctively wanting to draw a mark, but stopped at the last moment—

He did not make a corresponding gesture.

The hermit is truly omniscient!

Fors sighed.

Then, she sensed something was wrong.

Before entering the mysterious hall, her condition was unstable, and she could vaguely hear many incoherent murmurs, but now she could not hear them, and her spirits were better than ever before.

Not only that, she felt that she had already mastered a portion of the potion's power!

"The magician."

Yes.

As the hermit had previously hinted, the name of the potion could help control it, and the magician's profession was to perform magic tricks.

The performance is key.

She performed magic before the hermit and then quickly took control of the potion.

Perhaps the hermit wasn't truly seeking anything, but rather wanted to become stronger so he could better serve Him, or perhaps—

The other party is looking forward to her future.

After all, the other party's name contains the phrase "eyes that see into the future."

Fors silently recited in his heart.

"Praise be to the great hermit!"

……

Roy held one of the pages of the diary, but instead of accepting it directly, he slowly read the words on it.

Russell's approach is too crude; directly receiving such information will pollute the brain.

"On July 20th, Green applied for promotion to Sequence 8. Damn, how did he get there so quickly? I'll start working hard tomorrow! I'll show them who the protagonists of this era are."

"On July 22nd, I understood. Green had also mastered the 'playing' mentioned by the mysterious Mr. Zarathustra. Indeed, this was the key to resolving the effects of the potion."

"Every protagonist has a bunch of competitors in the early stages, but later they either defeat them and trample them underfoot, or they subdue them and make them their underlings. Green will be no exception."

Roy scanned downwards.

It seems that Greene has ignited Rosell's competitive spirit, as he didn't write those things for a while afterward. What followed were some of his thoughts on "generalists"—

This guy's shameless plagiarism also started around this time.

With the help of those things, Russell became a learned scholar in everyone's eyes, and quickly digested the Sequence 9 potion.

These past two weeks seem to have been a rare period of seriousness for the Emperor.

but.

It's also possible that he simply didn't write it down himself.

Who keeps a diary if they're a decent person?

Roy looked at the next page, but unfortunately, the second page was not continuous. It jumped back in time and included some later content, such as "The taste of a witch is really good".

He organized the papers into "Russell's Diary" and then fell into deep thought.

no doubt.

The time in this version is different from the original.

but.

They are roughly the same.

and.

The final result was the same—

According to what he knew, Emperor Roselle also met with misfortune in his later years, and the Mysterious Queen left him during that period, going to sea to establish the Elements Dawn.

Later, the emperor disappeared.

"The secret to their downfall must lie later. Could it be that, like before, they encountered the corruption of the fallen Mother Goddess?"

Roy frowned, then shook his head.

Perhaps it's a different path.

This history was unknown to him, so he continued to collect Emperor Roselle's diary, perhaps containing the secrets of Greene.

He left the mysterious hall and then pondered his plans for tomorrow.

Roy estimates these two days of rest will be his last break before he gets busy again.

We'll wait for the arrangements from above.

We must find everything, whether it's the Aurora Society or some of the things and arrangements left behind in Tingen by Laneus.

Whether Ince likes it or not, he has to speed things up, or his hopes will be dashed.

In the following days, Ince will become even more frantic. Fortunately, the pen has terrible negative effects, so in that situation, the other side will likely target him less.

In fact.

Recently, Roy has felt much less of a sense of being organized.

He thought for a moment and then an idea came to him.

Looking for Mr. Azik!

If you don't look for an angel on earth and just sit here guessing, aren't you being a fool?

……

The next day, Roy boarded a trolleybus and headed to Hoy University.

Upon arriving at his destination, he got out of the car and carefully observed his surroundings.

Hopefully we won't run into trouble this time.

After taking only a few steps, Roy suddenly stopped at the foot of the teaching building and looked to his right.

An ordinary-looking boy was carrying a stack of books.

Roy looked away, but his left hand, outside the other person's blind spot, reached for the Demon Hunter pistol at his waist.

He recognized the face.

He had seen this face before in the mysterious temple.

This guy was the one who instigated the employee to assassinate him.

Based on a comprehensive observation of the other party's physique, etheric body condition, and other factors, he could determine—

The other party was an assassin who had been arranged to kill them.

Unlucky.

Roy suspected he was at odds with Hoy University.

"Roy? What are you doing here!"

Ok?

Roy turned his head and saw Klein walking down from above. He turned his head again and saw the instigator turning to the right.

understood.

It wasn't directed at me.

but.

It doesn't prevent us from arresting him.

Roy yelled, "Save him!"

What?

Klein was stunned, and then he saw Roy rush over like a cheetah.

The boy turned around and exclaimed, throwing the book at him. He then tried to run away, but Klein blocked his other path, so he had no choice but to run up to the teaching building.

Roy quickly climbed the stairs to catch up with the other person, while his right hand touched a bottle. He quietly opened it and took out some magnetized powder, conceiving witchcraft symbols and models in his mind.

Then, the powder was thrown upwards.

The other person turned around and threw another book at me, but an invisible hand grabbed the book along with the person.

caught!

Even if it was only for a moment, it was enough for him to catch up.

Just then.

"What are you doing?"

"Teacher, help me! This man is insane! I was just about to take some materials to the teacher when he suddenly pulled out a knife and seemed about to attack me!"

He shouted for help, and his voice carried an extraordinary power.

Roy's lips curled up slightly.

(End of this chapter)