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

Can I get a discount on Chapter 7, the Steam Church?

A spiritual shock, followed by—

Roy's consciousness rose, returning to the mysterious temple. Soon, his spirit vibrated, and he sensed the fluctuations coming from reality.

The sacrificial ceremony was a success!

He took the ancient Hermes from the middle of the sacrificial ceremony.

Then, Roy pondered for a moment, placed his palm on the book, and repeatedly thought of words like "learning," "copying," and "knowledge activation."

A few seconds later, the knowledge in the book seemed to awaken, and the words jumped out of the book, arranging and combining in the air.

Roy created the same book, but it was blank inside.

The words transformed into a stream of information, flying one after another towards the blank book.

Soon.

The exact same words appeared on the book.

"It's a success!"

Roy was thrilled.

this means.

He can skip the process of reading, memorizing, and mastering, and directly acquire the knowledge from books through the mysterious hall.

If he weren't afraid of the God of Steam and Machinery, he could even bring in all thirty or forty books, master a few a day, and learn them all in a few days at most.

By then, the Seeker's potion will probably be mostly digested.

pity.

Roy shook his head.

That approach was too reckless; it was practically gambling with one's life.

"Take your time, don't rush."

"I'm already faster than many people."

Roy repeatedly muttered to himself, suppressing his greed, before returning to reality to set up the "gifting ceremony" and sending back the ancient Hermes books.

The words on the book did not disappear.

The Mysterious Palace was simply a copy, not a transfer.

"I can return it tomorrow."

……

Good morning, Miss Shia.

Good morning, Mr. Green.

The young woman at the front desk smiled sweetly.

Roy smiled, then tucked the book into his pocket and headed to the basement.

Old Ryan is gone.

He entered the room, picked up a book on astrology, and began to memorize and recite it.

After a long while.

Good morning, young man.

"Mr. Ryan."

Roy stood up, but old Ryan waved him off, indicating that he should remain seated, and then hung his coat on the closet.

The other person also sat down and took out a book to read.

Roy read the book while pondering.

He had initially thought that old Ryan had mastered the art of role-playing, which was why he had been observing others' combat sparring. Now it seemed that old Ryan had no idea what role-playing was.

He was simply sharing his own experience of getting promoted with himself.

As for martial arts scholars, old Ryan is probably still in the exploratory stage.

This is the case for most extraordinary individuals.

and so.

Klein is so generous!

Roy sighed.

For the next few days, he continued the process of memorizing books, borrowing and copying them, and studying them.

In just five days, Roy had absorbed and digested all the important knowledge on the bookshelf.

In addition, Roy applied for a crystal pendant and is now proficient in using pendulum techniques.

He could use the pendulum method more accurately when entering the Mystic Temple, but he would never use the Mystic Temple's abilities in the Steam Church area.

Roy has already digested a significant portion of the potion.

Those who seek to uncover secrets are different from readers.

What it requires is learning and mastering more knowledge; whether the knowledge is useful or not is not a consideration for the seeker.

Even if a normal person seeking secrets doesn't understand the acting method, they can generally advance within six months by diligently learning the knowledge and receiving instruction. With the acting method and the Mysterious Hall, Roy's speed will only be faster.

but.

In any case, he will have to wait more than a month before he applies.

"In the next few days, we will focus on training marksmanship and hand-to-hand combat."

"Heh, so this counts as acting in advance, right?"

……

"If you want to learn boxing, you must first train your strength, then master that strength. The key to the latter is paying attention to the use of your muscles when you punch. Watch closely—"

Becky said, throwing a punch horizontally.

Bang!

One punch.

The wooden dummy was dented from being hit.

Such immense power.

Roy saw the opponent's posture when he threw a punch and forcibly memorized the trajectory and manner of the punch.

"Practice it."

what?

Roy paused for a moment, then asked, "Mr. Colorado, is there no further guidance?"

"Practicing boxing is just about practicing. You gradually develop muscle memory. If your punches are wrong, I'll correct them."

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Colorado."

"Um."

The other party nodded and left to instruct the remaining club members.

Roy had no choice but to learn the strength first, and when he got tired, he would repeatedly try to figure out how to exert force.

Boxing is not like learning.

There are no shortcuts; you can only practice repeatedly until your body masters the use of power and turns it into an instinctive reaction.

After a morning of eating lunch for three, Roy began practicing his marksmanship in the afternoon.

It's important to balance work and rest.

but.

Snapped!

Roy's lips twitched.

Missed the target.

The problem is, this isn't his first day practicing marksmanship.

"It seems I don't have a talent for marksmanship."

"Practice it. If you don't know how to shoot, you'll be missing out on a major advantage in the early game."

The Eye of the Secret allows him to see things invisible to the naked eye, but it cannot enhance his eyesight or marksmanship. Apart from practice makes perfect, Roy doesn't have any other good options.

After get off work, Roy received his weekly paycheck.

3 gold pounds.

"My marksmanship isn't great, so I'll buy a walking stick for self-defense."

Roy sighed.

After get off work, he went to a nearby cane shop.

While making his selection, Roy suddenly glanced back and then frowned.

strangeness.

I feel like someone is spying on me.

"gentlemen?"

"Do you have any simpler ironwood pieces? I don't want such ostentatious decorations."

Roy looked at the gold with disdain.

The shop assistant smiled slightly and said, "Yes, we do. Take a look at this one. It's inlaid with silver, and the metal at the bottom was specially forged by the Steam Church, making it incredibly hard."

"How many?"

Roy picked it up and tried it.

Very heavy.

But if you hold it in your hand, you can use it as a form of exercise.

"9 sole for 8 pence."

"Shall we just round it down?"

"Sir, this is the cheapest price. You can inquire around; our prices in all of Tingen are definitely the most affordable. If it weren't for our connection with the Steam Church, we wouldn't be able to get such a low price."

The other party refused with a smile.

Roy's eyes lit up, and he took out the badge, saying, "I'm from the Steam Church, can I get a discount?"

"Well--"

The clerk paused for a moment, took the item and examined it carefully, then sighed, "Alright, you can get a 10% discount, which will be 8 sous and 9 pence."

"Thanks."

Roy promptly paid the money, then left leaning on his ironwood cane, waving it a few times as he reached the door.

It moves with the force of a tiger, as sharp as a blade!

He nodded in satisfaction.

The shop assistant's lips twitched, but considering the other person's identity, she didn't say anything and silently tidied up the exhibits in the shop.

Roy boarded the public carriage, glancing around to observe his surroundings.

The feeling of being spied on disappeared.

He frowned.

Who could it be?

Back home, Roy entered the mysterious sanctuary and silently prayed.

"Someone was following me just now."

The pendulum rotates clockwise, and the speed is not slow.

Roy thought about his enemies.

Finally, he had an idea—

"The people who are tracking me and those who sell rituals are the same group of people."

The pendulum rotates slightly clockwise, very slowly.

Is there some connection?

Roy put away the pendant, returned it to reality, and after thinking for a moment, he made a decision.

"Regardless of whether they are from the Morse Order or not, when it comes to personal safety, reporting them to the church is absolutely the right thing to do."

Why would he join a church if not to seek asylum?

Roy was perfectly justified.

(End of this chapter)