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

Chapter 69 Tarot Club Branch?

The mysterious study session begins at 7 PM.

Roy hasn't read the diary yet.

To ensure a sufficient spiritual atmosphere during the meeting, he chose to return to reality to rest after receiving Fors.

As before, he conveyed the message and then used the stars to draw them into the hall.

Shortly after, Klein and Fors appeared together in the hall.

They all reached Sequence 8.

"Good evening, Mr. Hermit, good evening, Mr. Number 2, Mr. Number 3."

Fors bowed gracefully.

Klein nodded slightly.

For a moment, he thought he had gone to the wrong place and entered a tarot club.

Fortunately.

He was certain the other person wasn't Miss Justice!

Roy was controlling both the large and small versions of the trumpet simultaneously.

The large one nodded slightly.

After that, I focused all my consciousness on controlling the smaller account.

"Good evening, Miss No. 1 and Mr. No. 3. I am truly happy to see that everyone is still here."

"..."

What do you mean "still here"?!

Do you think we'll be dead in a week?

Although the past week has indeed brought some shocks from evil gods.

Klein sighed.

Fors, however, was deeply moved and smiled, saying, "In a world like this, we encounter danger or madness every moment. It's certainly something to be happy about to survive a week."

"Hehe, now that the pleasantries are over, let's exchange some knowledge."

Klein sat down and effortlessly conjured up a book titled "Analysis of Astrology".

Upon seeing the book's title, Fors fell into deep thought.

Mr. Number 3 is skilled in divination!

She smiled slightly and quickly began meditating and manifesting.

A book titled "Analysis of Primary Therapy and Personal Annotations" appeared before the two of them.

Roy was somewhat surprised.

Miss Fors actually went to collect esoteric knowledge!

Subsequently, he also manifested a book called "Joint Combat Techniques".

The three exchanged books and quickly picked them up to read.

Roy first read Klein's book.

Klein's astrological skills are mediocre; he probably only has a grasp of "astrological chart reading," and even then, he is only somewhat proficient, not very skilled.

the reason is simple.

Astrological chart readings require the creation of a birth chart, and the creation of a birth chart is not cheap.

A slight smile appeared on his lips as he picked up the next book.

The church also had this book, "Elementary Therapy Analysis," but unfortunately, church books couldn't be borrowed, so Roy memorized it by rote.

After absorbing a portion of it, he was somewhat surprised—

The knowledge in this book is also accompanied by annotations.

of course.

It's definitely not Fors's annotation.

She wasn't at that level yet, nor could she possibly present her clumsy understanding to the table of the mysterious temple, so Roy was more inclined to believe that the book's owner had written annotations.

Roy thought of someone.

Hyde Carson.

He had this habit, and coincidentally, Hyde claimed that he had found a way to organize the gathering.

Could it be that the two groups have teamed up?

He was surprised, but upon reflection, it seemed perfectly normal.

Given Becky and Hyde's circumstances at the time, they probably couldn't afford to live in a more expensive place, so they would likely choose to settle in the Joewood neighborhood, which is close to the East End.

That area happened to be the area where Hugh, Fors, and his group were active.

He leaned back in his chair, controlling his trumpet, and fell into a moment of contemplation.

After a short while, all three of them had finished reading.

"So, what's the next step?"

"it is good."

Klein leaned back in his chair. "Mr. Number Two, are you still in Tingen?"

"No, I've already left for Backlund. It's the capital of all, and someone like me, adrift at sea, really wants to go see it."

Roy answered calmly.

Klein's heart skipped a beat—

Drifting at sea?

They don't sound like church members, though it's also possible they're deliberately spreading misinformation to conceal their identity.

Klein smiled and said, "I heard that the Mechanical Heart launched a bombing raid on the Aurora Society's stronghold."

"Bravo! Mechanical Heart, the Aurora Club should be quiet for a while now!"

Fors almost blurted out the slogan "Praise the steam," but thankfully he remembered that this was Mr. Hermit's gathering and quickly changed his mind.

"uncertain."

Roy said calmly, "That's normal human thinking, but the Aurora Society is a bunch of lunatics. You can't use a normal human brain to understand the logic of lunatics' actions."

Klein nodded in deep agreement.

He didn't think the aurora would stop; if it did, it would mean that Lancerius was very important.

This is also a very scary signal.

and so.

No matter what the aurora does, Tingen is destined to be restless.

Klein sighed inwardly.

"You're right, a madman's thinking is sometimes illogical."

Forl thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

Klein looked at Roy.

He was eagerly anticipating what kind of news "Number 2" would release this time.

Roy leaned back in his chair and sighed, "I came to Backlund and saw the state of the East District, the Bridge District, and the Dock District. I couldn't help but feel a vague sense of unease, but I didn't know why."

"What do you mean?"

Fors couldn't help but be curious.

Eastside.

Hugh is often in the East District, and she's been going there frequently lately, sometimes to treat patients, and sometimes to steal information or perform magic tricks.

She didn't realize that anything too wrong was happening in the East District.

dong dong dong.

At that moment, a soft knocking sound came from above.

"A breeding ground for evil gods."

The hermit spoke softly.

The three below looked surprised, and then Klein wanted to ask, but the hermit remained silent.

He looked at number 2, hoping to hear some interpretation from the other person.

Roy manipulated his clone to stand up and bow to the hermit.

"Thank you for your kind advice!"

Then he took a deep breath.

"That place is full of chaos, poverty and death; it's fertile ground for evil god organizations. All that's missing is someone to guide them, and that's probably what I'm sensing."

Roy explained.

Klein remained silent.

He didn't know the situation in Backlund, but for "Number 2" to sigh like that, and for the Hermit to describe it as a "breeding ground for evil gods," the lives of the lower classes there must be extremely miserable.

It's even worse than Tingen.

After all, No. 2 didn't express such sentiments when he arrived in Tingen.

It turns out that the once-prosperous Backlund is not as glamorous as it seems on the surface.

He sighed softly, a wave of helplessness washing over him.

After a moment of silence, Fors said, "The great pirate Zilingus has gone to Backlund, his purpose unknown. If any of you know anything about him or are interested in trading with me, I will offer a substantial reward."

Ok?

Klein looked at Fors.

Fortunately, he had already advanced to the Joker level and managed to control his expression just now. Besides, even if things went wrong, he still had the Hermit's information stream to cover it up.

He was extremely grateful to the hermit.

At least this "mosaic" function has brought great convenience to everyone in concealing their identity.

Damn it.

On Monday, Mr. Hanged Man's collaboration request, after many twists and turns, ended up at the study group.

This was something he hadn't expected at all.

Klein paused for a moment, then asked, "Zilingus, the great pirate with the title 'Hurricane Admiral'?"

"Yes."

Fors nodded.

Klein paused for a moment, then said, "I really can't figure out what a pirate's purpose would be in leaving the sea for a place like Backlund."

"Do you have any more information?"

Roy said.

"He possesses an extraordinary item called 'Crawling Hunger,' which resembles the abilities of a shepherd."

Fors said.

Klein couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Miss Number 1, how come you're just as honest as Little Sun?

However, it's also possible that the other party wanted to get help from Number 2, which is why they were willing to reveal this information, further confirming Klein's conjecture.

This commission came from the Tarot Club!

Damn it.

Tarot Club branch?

He looked at Number 1, wondering about the other person's relationship with justice—

Both of them were in Backlund, and Miss Number 1 was suspected of being "aristocratic" and claimed to have received sufficient compensation.

Only Miss Justice could speak with such an air of wealth and power.

(End of this chapter)