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

Chapter 87 The Fool: How am I supposed to reply?

Inside a hotel on Champagne Street.

"Lady Liliana".

"Something went wrong?"

The woman in the mirror sounded somewhat dissatisfied.

Lani lowered her head and said, "Yes, the orphan who used to live upstairs from me seems to have joined the Steam Church. He died, so the Steam Church said they would fund him to start an orphanage."

"The Steam Church? Ha, it's not the Steam Church in Backlund. If you can't handle it, just come back. There are plenty of missions here."

The lady answered in a seemingly gentle manner.

"Lady Liliana, please give me another chance. Although something unexpected happened, I will complete the mission."

Lani said hurriedly.

The lady smiled, a hint of mockery and contempt in her eyes, and left with a final remark.

"Suit yourself. In short, if you fail to complete the mission, go back to Backlund, or I will make you understand the price of betrayal."

"I would never dare to betray you, Madam!"

Lani's voice trembled, as if she had thought of something that frightened her.

Looking up, the magic mirror had already returned to its original appearance, looking like an ordinary mirror.

Lani sat there motionless for a long time without saying a word.

"Mrs. Traore has taken care of you for many years, and you're just going to betray your benefactor like this?"

"It's you again!"

Lanny's eyes narrowed. "This is our mission, it shouldn't concern you, right? If you want to see Lady Liliana, I can help introduce you next time."

"Need not."

Roy pushed his hat up a little, "You may have forgotten who I am..."

"Do we know each other?"

Lanny realized something was wrong.

however.

The next moment, she felt dizzy.

poison!

The other party poisoned it!

She immediately tried to jump out of the window, but her weakness slowed her down considerably, and she felt an invisible hand pushing her back in from near the window.

When turning his head.

A mask with an "angry" expression was facing her.

Bang!

A cane came crashing down on my face.

Lanny felt a sharp pain in her head, and blood was flowing down from the top of her head—

Roy is in great shape thanks to his daily training, and he just used Fussack's fighting style.

There's nothing fancy about it; it's just pure application of power.

Bang!

bang——

Lani, who was already poisoned, was hit twice with the stick, causing her to suffer a splitting headache. She collapsed to the ground and struggled to lift her head in despair, only to see eyes filled with rage.

She doesn't understand.

Who exactly is this person, and why did they want to kill her?

The next moment, the other person's cane stopped.

Lanny looked up with difficulty and fear, then her pupils contracted as she considered a possibility...

"You, you're Roy! You're not dead?"

"You shouldn't have come back."

Roy suppressed his emotions and picked up Lanny's own pistol from the side.

"Bang!"

One shot.

Blood stained the floor.

Roy slowly removed his mask, suppressing the anger in his heart.

He originally had no feelings for "Lanni," his understanding of her mostly came from his predecessor's memories, but if she weren't so ungrateful...

Roy would at most report it to the church.

but.

After listening in on the conversation, he couldn't hold back his emotions.

Roy remained silent for a long time, waiting for the extraordinary characteristics to be extracted. He picked up the extraordinary characteristics belonging to the assassin, then destroyed the spirit queen belonging to Lani, leaving the magic mirror behind and leaving through the back door.

He knew the alleyways around here all too well.

They were familiar with the route back and it was unlikely that they would be discovered by the Mechanical Heart or the Night Watchers.

Once in a secluded corner, he used fire magic to burn his blood-stained clothes.

After dealing with everything, Roy returned to Azik's house.

An hour passed.

"Officer, look at this situation..."

The hotel owner was deathly pale.

He never imagined that a murder would happen in his own shop.

"What's the rush? We'll find out what's going on after we investigate."

A police inspector reprimanded him.

The boss immediately bowed and apologized.

Leonard didn't say anything, but lowered his body.

After examining it closely, he looked at the table—

There stands a round makeup mirror.

His clairvoyance is not as good as Klein's or Old Neil's, but as a Sequence 7 Nightmare, and with an old man by his side to give him hints, he is unlikely to miss such clues.

Magic Mirror.

Those persistent witches!

He paused for a moment, then said, "We will strictly control the information, so don't worry, it won't affect your business."

"Thank you, thank you!"

The boss bowed repeatedly.

Leonard got up and told him to leave, leaving only him and Frye.

"What's going on?"

"I don't know, but the other person's spirit has disappeared. Also, the mirror on the table should be a magic mirror. She was an extraordinary person with the assassin path."

Leonard said, "His identity is still unclear and may need to be verified."

"I found this."

Fry took out the note.

This is the note on Lani's body. It's stained with blood, so much so that most of the text is illegible, but the address is still vaguely discernible.

An apartment building on the next street.

It looks familiar.

He thought for a moment, then remembered why the apartment looked familiar—

"This is Roy's apartment."

"Roy? He..."

"What's wrong?"

Leonard tilts his head.

Fry hesitated for a moment, then said, "You may not have noticed these past two days, but the Mechanical Heart team was attacked by Ms. M of the Aurora Society. Roy covered the retreat and sacrificed himself. Mechanical Heart has issued an arrest warrant."

Leonard remained silent.

It turns out that the Mechanical Heart was also attacked yesterday. No wonder the Punisher came to the Night Watchers' side to provide support, but the Mechanical Heart remained completely silent.

"I remember the lady in the apartment was a member of the Steam Church?"

"Yes."

"I'll go ask around, check the information, and find out about Roy's situation."

A hint of sadness flashed in Leonard's eyes.

Although he and Roy were not in the same church, Roy's character and cooperative ideas suited him very well, and he had already considered him a friend in his heart.

In one day, he lost his captain, his partner, and a friend.

Aurora Viewing!

He clenched his fist, his nails digging into his flesh.

……

"What did you go out to do?"

Klein smelled blood, and after tapping his teeth to activate his spiritual vision, he saw that Roy's emotions seemed somewhat confused.

Feeling depressed, with irritability and repression.

"I glanced at the landlord and then happened to see something unpleasant."

Roy smiled and said, "There are always many heartless people in the world. As Emperor Roselle aptly put it, the farmer and the snake..."

It was Roselle the Great again.

Klein's lips twitched slightly. Huang Tao, you really are everywhere!

In fact, Roy didn't know if the Emperor had said it or not, but compared to him saying such words, it was clear that the Emperor had said it was more in line with his understanding.

Klein didn't ask any further questions.

The two had been seeing each other for a while, and he knew Roy well. Roy wasn't someone who indiscriminately killed innocent people, and the truth behind this matter was probably not so positive.

Before heading back inside, Roy suddenly stopped, turned around, and said, "Klein, let's go back and take a look."

"What?"

Klein pretended not to know.

Roy smiled and said, "Take a look at your family, and then decide for yourself whether or not to meet with them at the right time."

Klein did not answer.

Roy said to himself, "It feels good to be cared about. Take me for example, even though Mrs. Traore wasn't a relative of mine, she shed tears for me after she learned of my death."

"She was a kind lady."

Klein answered.

"Perhaps when I'm about to go mad, the thought that there are still people who care about me will give me boundless strength."

Roy sighed.

Then he opened the door and went in, saying, "I've already booked a ticket to Backlund for tomorrow morning, Klein. See you in Backlund someday."

"Um."

Klein looked at the sleeping captain.

The captain often says—

We are guardians, but also a group of pitiful creatures constantly fighting against madness.

As someone who had glimpsed the secrets, Roy undoubtedly had a deeper understanding of this statement.

Perhaps Old Neil understands too.

Therefore, even though he was misled, he still used a method that did not harm others.

Klein looked out the window and finally made his decision.

He's going to go check it out!

Even a final farewell is fine.

……

Back inside, Roy tidied up the clothes he had bought.

These are his changed clothes.

pity.

I can't get back those coats that I modified; I spent a lot of money modifying them.

I'll probably need to make a few alterations after I get to Backlund.

Moving costs a lot of money!

Roy pondered for a moment, then took out the Assassin's Extraordinary Attribute.

It's beautiful, but also eerie.

Unexpectedly, Lani downstairs became a female assassin after going to Backlund and became a witch's subordinate.

He remained silent for a moment, then glanced outside.

Azik is not here.

Klein seems to have just left.

Roy ascended to the Mystic Hall and then incorporated this extraordinary characteristic into the hall. Now, his hall contains many extraordinary characteristics.

In addition to the "Fighting Scholar" extraordinary trait, which serves as the core of the small account, there are also the extraordinary traits of Rose Bishop and Assassin.

In addition, there is a special and extraordinary item—

A filthy ear.

He looked at the ear.

"I need to find a way to seal it away so that I can use it in reality, that way I can be absolutely sure it won't fail."

If Roy had been able to amplify Mr. Door's ramblings with this extraordinary item when facing Ms. M last time, Ms. M might have exploded on the spot.

Roy pondered for a moment, then summoned the star map and pointed to a flashing purple dot on it.

It represents Frank.

Through spiritual extension and the power of the mystical temple, he established a spiritual connection with Frank.

……

On the Future, Frank held a book and studied it intently for a while before tossing it aside.

"They're all a bunch of guys who don't understand the greatness of life."

Frank pursed his lips.

Can wheat only be paired with wheat?

What kind of logic is this!

Wheat, chickens, and cattle are all living things, so why can't they be crossbred together?

That's too narrow-minded.

"Mother Earth, look at these pathetic ordinary people! They are utterly desecrating the greatness of life!"

Frank sighed.

Then he looked outside.

"Perhaps I should ask the hermit for help, and I haven't yet repaid my debt, but how can I face him?"

As he pondered, he felt as if the words around him had come alive, with streams of information flowing from the pages of the book.

Frank was swept up in the information vortex and his mental state became confused.

Once he recovers—

Before me was a place that was both strange and familiar.

The Hermit's Palace!

Frank was overjoyed.

"Respected hermit, it's great to see you again!"

"Oh, you seem quite troubled."

Roy chuckled.

Frank nodded repeatedly: "You've given me a break, I've figured it out! I've recently been researching how to crossbreed chickens and wheat, so that eggs grow inside those wheat grains—"

He excitedly talked about his creation.

Roy was starting to lose his composure, but thankfully he was in digital mode, so his facial expressions wouldn't be noticed.

Communicating with Frank was a huge challenge!

If one were to seriously consider that kind of invention, one's values ​​and way of thinking would be greatly shocked and polluted.

No wonder the people of the Earth Church could no longer tolerate him and expelled him.

but.

This strange invention is actually quite suitable for Silver City.

There was nothing there.

The residents have been surviving on black-faced grass, and they also suffer from the madness brought about by the extraordinary item, "black-faced grass"—

A curse from a god-level sealed artifact.

In comparison.

Strange-looking plants are truly a blessing in disguise.

However, plants like rice and wheat probably can't grow in a dark place like Silver City.

Mushrooms remain the best crop.

After Frank finished complaining, Roy smiled and said, "Frank, for normal people, your creation is indeed terrifying."

"Do you think so too?"

Frank heard the unspoken message—

The other party also felt that he was wrong.

Roy smiled and said, "However, there is someone who, like you, thirsts for knowledge, and she happens to have come to me for help. Her situation might be suitable for you to utilize your abilities, and she hopes to meet with you."

"Is this a good fit for me?"

Frank was somewhat puzzled, but also intrigued. "Could you tell me what's going on?"

"That place was abandoned by the seven gods, so it is also called the land abandoned by the gods. There is only darkness and lightning there, no light, so normal plants cannot grow, only black grass."

Roy smiled slightly as he said this, "It's a plant derived from a sealed artifact."

"Derived from sealed artifacts..."

Frank was somewhat shocked, then exclaimed, "For plants to thrive under such harsh conditions, this sealed artifact must be incredibly powerful!"

As for the land abandoned by God.

Frank had never heard of it, and he wasn't very interested in that kind of esoteric knowledge.

"This is valuable knowledge."

Roy smiled and said.

The meaning is self-evident.

There will be a price to pay!

Frank snapped out of his daze and quickly bowed, saying, "Mr. Hermit, I haven't paid you back yet."

"You only need to recall the knowledge you want to provide."

Roy gently reached out his hand.

After his promotion, his spiritual growth was sufficient to support long-term communication with Frank.

Frank tried hard to recall.

Then, he discovered—

Messages representing words and images emanated from his location, gradually coalescing into a book.

His name was on the book.

Frank was utterly shocked. After a few seconds of stunned silence, he finally said, "Respected Hermit, may I take a look? I'm sorry, but I really..."

"It's alright, this is your knowledge to begin with."

The book gently floated onto the table.

Frank opened it.

The text above is very organized. The first part contains some of his thoughts and understandings when he first became a "farmer".

Amazing!

He recalled the scene that had just occurred.

Those words seemed to come alive, rearranging and combining themselves, eventually transforming into this record.

Frank respectfully held the book between his hands and raised it above his head.

The book fell onto the bookshelf next to it.

Roy said calmly, "This is information about Silver City. You can get a rough idea of ​​it before deciding whether to agree or not."

"it is good."

Frank nodded.

Roy waved his hand, and another book floated down in front of Frank.

Frank opened the book.

Then, a dark city came into view, and on top of the city wall stood a beautiful woman.

she was

boom!

Lightning flashed and thunder roared.

Silvery lightning ripped through the dark night sky, illuminating Silver City.

"This is daytime in Silver City."

A woman murmured to herself, "We in Silver City have no sun or moon, only eternal night and lightning, so we call the time when lightning strikes daytime."

She described the state of Baiyin City.

"There are no plants here. We've tried many times, but we've all failed. Our only food sources are prey and black-faced grass."

"That is the most reliable and stable food source in Silver City, but I suspect it hides an element of madness. It is a blessing, but also a source of madness."

"I want to change all of this."

"I think you must be an extraordinary cultivator. To be valued by the Hermit, your abilities are beyond doubt. Our Silver City has many extraordinary materials."

"But we lack food..."

She continued to tell her story.

Frank observed very carefully; everything about Silver City was laid bare before him.

In such a dark environment, it is indeed difficult for ordinary plants to grow.

Rather, it's more accurate to say...

It would be a miracle if black-faced grass grew naturally.

A miracle belonging to Mother Earth.

Frank was very curious about the sealed artifact. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Mr. Hermit, I agree to help, but I hope to learn more about this sealed artifact. Also..."

"I need the potion recipes for the Druid sequence."

He looked at the hermit with trepidation.

Roy said calmly, "This is a deal between you two. I can pass on your request."

"Thank you for your kindness and generosity."

Frank bowed slightly in respect.

"Um."

The next moment, the hall rapidly collapsed, transforming into a torrent of information.

Frank opened his eyes, his heart pounding with emotion.

"A dark environment, and black-faced grass, possibly with some of those influences added, ideally something that can effectively combat madness."

"It's a bit difficult."

"But that's what makes it challenging!"

……

Frank agreed.

Roy wasn't surprised; given Frank's personality, he would definitely agree to such a challenging research project.

Because in Silver City, his research might be recognized and needed.

He glanced at another star.

This star, like Frank's, is of medium size and represents "Lovia Tiffany".

He tapped his finger, and a stream of information was transmitted.

Then—

Inside Silver City, Lovia, who was walking and patrolling the outer perimeter, suddenly stopped, and a pious expression appeared on her face.

After a moment, she looked delighted and put her hands together in front of her chest in a prayerful gesture.

There is no other reason.

The content of the information stream is—

A man, overwhelmed by a deluge of information, began to state his conditions.

Learn about the sealed artifacts.

Druid recipe.

Sealed artifacts...

Lovia paused for a moment, then realized that the so-called sealed object must refer to the thing that produces the "Black Face Grass".

Is it a sealed artifact?

At first, she didn't understand how the other person knew, but then she quickly realized—

With the hermit in the picture, it's not surprising that he knows these things.

Is this considered a freebie?

She thought to herself.

"I need to gather more knowledge about those two sequences to satisfy Mr. Hermit as much as possible."

As Lovia was pondering, she suddenly looked upstairs.

Then she saw a boy standing on top, seemingly looking at her just now.

Derrick?

That spirited boy.

She glanced back at him, and he immediately looked away, as if he had gone back to his room.

"Am I scary? This guy's a bit strange."

Lovia pondered.

(End of this chapter)