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

Chapter 88 Goodbye Tingen, Hello Backlund [Fifth Update]

On the street, Klein hesitated, wondering whether he should go see his family and, like Roy, say a final goodbye to them.

At that moment, he heard a faint, illusory prayer.

Is someone reciting their own name?

Who is it?

Klein's lips twitched, then he looked around and quickly slipped into a coffee shop and went into the restroom.

After walking four steps backwards, he reached the gray fog and saw "Sun" Derrick praying in the room, reciting his name.

He quickly pulled the other person up.

Upon reaching the gray fog, Derrick spoke quickly.

"Mr. Fool, I would like to ask for your help, or the Hanged Man's or the Hermit's, and I will reward you accordingly afterward."

"The problem I'm facing is..."

"Elder Lovia, whom I mentioned before, has suddenly become normal recently. She used to be irritable and harbored madness, but now she has learned to greet people."

"I feel like something's happened to her, so I've been keeping an eye on her lately, but she saw me tonight. What should I do?"

My advice is to run.

Klein secretly passed through.

A shepherd suddenly going from madness to normal means he's either gone even mader or encountered an evil god; neither is a good thing.

of course.

Little Sun has nowhere to run.

He harbored resentment.

The Fool tapped his fingers lightly, and two deep red rays of light emanated from them.

A moment later.

Two figures arrived in the gray fog.

"Mr. Hanged Man, Mr. Hermit."

"My suggestion for your problem is to report it to the chief."

"The Hanged Man" said.

Klein leaned back a bit, inwardly agreeing.

indeed.

Reporting first is definitely safer than making the decision yourself.

Roy was starting to lose control, but he quickly composed himself, making sure his emotions wouldn't show in his astral form.

Then, he said seriously, "First of all, I don't think there's any need to worry so much, but if you insist on reporting it, my suggestion is that you confront the chief."

"what?"

Derrick, Alger, and Klein were all stunned.

Fortunately.

Mr. Fool did not express his surprise, but was inwardly shocked, wondering if Roy had taken the wrong medicine today.

"Mr. Hermit, your suggestion will reveal our greatest secret."

"The Hanged Man said with dissatisfaction."

Derrick didn't quite agree either.

Roy smiled and said, "Have you ever thought that while you find Elder Lovia's transformation from madness to normal strange, in the Chief's eyes, you're actually quite strange too?"

"Huh? Why?"

Derrick was puzzled.

But Alger opened his eyes slightly, then fell silent instantly.

because……

Silver City does not have the recipe for the Sun Potion.

Even if Derrick could deny it, claiming he obtained it through adventure from outside, he would still be suspected by the leaders above.

Their leader must be a wise man, otherwise Silver City would not have been able to hold out until now.

"The Sun" obtained a formula that no one else had, making it just as eye-catching as Elder Lovia, and perhaps even more suspicious of her than Elder Lovia.

not to mention.

Sometimes, people who connect with the outside world are out of step with their local peers.

"I don't know you very well, but I know you've received help from the outside world, and you're definitely different now than you were in the past."

Roy smiled and said, "If your chief is qualified, then your level of danger is even greater than Elder Lovia's, because her madness is merely due to the sequence, but what about you?"

"I……"

Derrick opened his mouth, but ultimately fell silent.

He couldn't refute it.

It turns out that in the chief's eyes, he was also an abnormal person.

"Indeed, I didn't consider that; it was my mistake."

The "Hanged Man" apologizes.

A whistleblower's report is unlikely to be believed by those in power.

"As a leader, he certainly noticed it earlier than you, so if you're only worried about Elder Lovia, then there's no need to worry."

Roy respectfully addressed the crowd, "But if you are concerned for your own safety, you may choose the latter option, provided you have obtained Mr. Fool's permission."

The ball was kicked back to the fool.

Klein was numb.

How am I supposed to answer that?!

however.

He cannot think about it for too long, lest he appear worried and fearful, which would be beneath his dignity as a fool.

In the blink of an eye, he took a deep breath.

do not care.

Let's go all in!

He chuckled and said, "Don't worry about it. If necessary, you can reveal the existence of the Tarot Club to your chief, but only to him."

"Merciful Fool, thank you for your forgiveness!"

Derrick was overjoyed.

I'm saved!

He quickly prepared to leave, but remembering his payment to the two men, he immediately said, "Gentlemen, thank you very much for your help. Um, is there anything you need?"

Little Sun, how can you say that!

Klein was helpless.

Roy smiled slightly and said, "I'm not very familiar with the situation on your end, and I don't really want anything right now. Can I leave it here for now?"

"sure."

Derrick did not hesitate.

Alger chimed in, "I'll leave mine there too."

……

"Lovia's normalization panicked Little Sun."

"Too."

"Anyone would be a little scared if they didn't know."

Roy almost laughed.

but.

Lovia probably won't do anything to Little Sun. He suggested that Little Sun confront the situation, partly because a "confrontation" is indeed needed to eliminate the impact on him.

On the other hand, the fact that Little Sun entered that cell is not a good thing for the Tarot Club—

Amon is over there.

Although there's a high probability that Amon is also in Silver City, it's better to be discovered a little later.

He hoped that Lovia would act cautiously, otherwise he would have to abandon his plan to help her.

He didn't want to run into Amon.

If Amon were to target you, you'd be in deep trouble.

Roy returned to reality, wondering whether he should inform Mr. Gawain, but after a moment's thought, he abandoned the dangerous idea.

Gawain's place is too close to the Black Iron Bar.

Once we get to Backlund, we can tell him through Hyde and Becky that it's best to forget about it for now.

Roy packed his things and went out to buy some daily necessities, including a suitcase.

In the afternoon, Klein returned and gave Roy a deep look.

I can tell.

He harbored considerable resentment.

No wonder.

The esteemed Mr. Fool must feel very uncomfortable being forced into this position, but there's no other way; it's the best option.

As a hermit in the Tarot Club, I even have to consider my "boss's" thoughts.

That's really dedicated!

Roy chuckled inwardly. After packing his things, he returned to the hall and glanced at Klein and the still unconscious Dunn.

"Did you go back and check?"

"Um."

Klein nodded slightly, his voice low. "They didn't go out. I sneaked into a room in the building across the street and quietly watched them from the opposite window."

He gradually lost the ability to continue speaking.

Roy paused for a moment, then said, "At least everyone is still here; those who have passed away are far more tragic."

"Yes, that's why I'll definitely settle the score with Lanius!"

Klein's eyes were firm. "Roy, you go first. I'll be in Backlund a week at the latest."

When we meet again, don't forget to call me Green.

Roy smiled. "No need to deliver it tomorrow, otherwise we might both get caught together."

"Ha ha."

Klein smiled, then fell silent.

Coincidentally.

Damn Ince!

Fortunately, he was already dead, and his body was reduced to ashes, so that his final power was used by the captain.

This is already the best possible outcome.

……

The next day, after saying goodbye to Mr. Azik who came to see him off, Roy bought a newspaper at a nearby newsstand and then walked into the station while reading it.

Newspapers and books are among the few forms of entertainment available in this era.

He opened the newspaper, and his eyes immediately narrowed.

The headline read—

"Construction has begun on the Roy Green Welfare Home, which is expected to be completed within three months at the earliest..."

The guy above is from the welfare home.

The Steam Church acted swiftly; in just two days, they had completed the preliminary work of site selection and construction, and were now recruiting workers to build their GG.

I hope they can really do a good job.

Without Lanny, Mrs. Traore might be sad for a while, but she wouldn't lose her life.

Roy looked out the window.

Everything in Tingen receded into the distance through the window, eventually disappearing completely into the distance.

Goodbye, Tingen.

……

"Hello, Backlund."

The capital of all cities has already come into view.

Looking out, Roy saw an endless thick fog that enveloped the area where the steam locomotive had passed, making it difficult to see anything beyond a certain distance.

This completely extinguished his intention to appreciate the scenery.

"Excuse me, could you move aside?"

Roy looked ahead and saw a figure quickly weaving through the crowd. She was very agile and not tall, so that others could easily slip through her with just a slight movement of their hands.

The two burly men behind them were different.

They were very strong, and even if everyone gave way, they couldn't outpace each other in terms of speed.

A short while later, the girl disappeared without a trace.

Roy got out of the car, reached for his waist, then his face froze, followed by a helpless sigh.

Backlund...

I learned a lesson as soon as I got off the bus.

He walked out of the station and then used divination sticks to look for clues to his wallet. He followed the trail and finally came to an alley.

"4 Sule? That poor?"

"He looks very well-dressed, like a wealthy scholar. How could he only have so little money?"

Two men's voices rang out in the alley.

The woman said angrily, "You think I'm hiding money?"

"No, no, that's impossible. I just feel, um, does he have another wallet?"

The strong man was afraid of women.

The woman retorted angrily, "That's none of our business. We can't possibly go back and steal again!"

"Boss, there are still quite a few other wallets, so it's enough to fill them up."

The other person smiled ingratiatingly.

As the three were talking, a voice rang out.

"Actually, the money is all in the suitcase, so it's normal that you can't get it. How about this, you give me back the money, and I'll let you off the hook?"

"Who?"

They looked over in response.

A man dressed in a black suit and wearing a silk hat came out and took off his hat.

Then, an invisible hand appeared and took the wallet from the short girl's hand.

"Although it doesn't cost much, there are some valuable items inside, so I can't give it to you."

Roy smiled slightly as he held the wallet.

The two men's legs went weak, and they knelt on the ground with a thud.

They were none other than the two burly men responsible for the chase on the train, but seeing Roy's ghostly methods, the two men were not tough at all.

Surrender immediately.

"Sir, spare us! We were just following orders; she's the one who instigated us!"

The two of them pointed at the "boss".

The woman's face turned pale and then she quickly turned and ran towards the back of the station.

She is very fast.

Judging from the color of her ethereal body, she should not be an ordinary person, otherwise she would not be able to control two big men with her small body.

Roy glanced at them quickly and picked up the coins they had collected from the ground.

"Give the wallet back to them."

"Yes, yes—"

The two burly men kowtowed repeatedly.

Roy walked forward at a leisurely pace.

The banknotes totaled approximately 8 pounds 10 soles.

This trip was quite fruitful.

He took out the pendant and began tracking the woman—

The other person stole his wallet, so he used the divination method of "where can I meet the person who stole my wallet?" to find the other person's trail.

The two burly men looked at each other, not daring to utter a sound for a moment.

Once Roy had slowly disappeared from sight, they sat down with a thud, panting heavily, and picked up all their wallets with trembling legs.

"Dagan, what do we do?"

"Well, let's do as that gentleman said and return the wallet, otherwise..."

The burly man named Dagen swallowed hard. "He doesn't look like someone to mess with. He might be a wizard from a storybook who can cast spells."

"Similar to the boss?"

"She doesn't even deserve it!"

Dagan curled his lip in disdain. "She's just a little better at fighting and stealing. She's not from the same world as the Master."

of course.

They are not either.

The two sighed and bent down to pick up the wallet when a figure jumped down.

"Where are you going to take my spoils?"

The "boss's" voice was tinged with anger, "You guys are really loyal! We cooperated, I provided the technology and you provided the labor, and then you betrayed me when we met someone?"

The two looked up, their faces turning deathly pale, their lips trembling as they looked at her.

"Now you know fear?"

The "boss" sneered, holding a rough dagger in her hand.

"Too late! From now on, you are you, and I am me. Anyway, I have skills, and I won't starve to death."

"Miss, we've met by chance, so please introduce yourself."

A voice suddenly rang out from behind her.

She turned around stiffly—

The man appeared behind her at some point, holding a very finely crafted pistol.

Finished!

Her mind went blank, and she realized that she had really kicked a hornet's nest this time.

"Sir, my name is Tilly."

"Great, Tilly, they're going to kindly return the wallet, so they might not have time to keep you company. How about we go grab a drink over there?"

"Yes, sir, I would be happy to."

Tilly smiled stiffly.

As proven by experience, firearms remain the most effective and threatening weapon against untrained individuals.

Especially within seven steps, it's both accurate and fast!

Sour Fruit Cafe.

"Sir, this is the best coffee shop around here, but it may not suit your status..."

"No, it fits perfectly. As you can see, I only have 4 sole in my wallet."

Roy smiled slightly.

"Sir, although I stole money, I have never killed anyone. Please... please let me go."

Tilly lowered her head and begged for mercy after hearing this.

Her previous experience made her completely give up the idea of ​​running away.

A mysterious mage!

She had only heard of these incredibly mysterious abilities from sailors telling stories in bars before; her skills as a thief were utterly insignificant in their eyes.

"If you satisfy my little curiosity, I don't mind sparing your life."

Roy smiled and took a sip of his coffee. "You're pretty good. Did you train on your own?"

"The ability to steal? This..."

Tilly glanced cautiously at Roy, a hint of hesitation in her eyes. Seeing Roy's brow furrow slightly, she immediately said, "No, I have! I have practiced, but I haven't really learned it properly. I just learned it by watching others."

A born thief?

Roy paused for a moment, then chuckled, suddenly becoming curious.

"What's your last name?"

"Dram, sir, my surname is Dram."

Tilly said.

Roy seemed to be deep in thought.

Where are your parents?

"Too."

She replied, "My parents were originally Intis. They were sailors, and after their ship wrecked, they drifted to Backlund and became laborers."

"And then?"

"I don't know, they've disappeared. This happens all the time in Backlund; workers die without anyone knowing where."

Tilly mentioned it casually, but a hint of sadness crept into her eyes: "Nobody cares because there are too many people who need to work, especially in recent years."

"Haven't you thought about investigating?"

Roy said.

Tilly was silent for a moment, then whispered, "We can't find out. I was only nine years old that year, and the police didn't care when I reported it."

Roy fiddled with the pendant, muttering to himself, and then looked thoughtful.

His mysterious behavior made Tilly's heart race.

On one hand, there is fear.

In addition...

She suddenly realized that perhaps the other person didn't want to kill her.

If you wanted to kill her, you wouldn't need to go through all this trouble, wasting the money for a glass of juice and coffee.

This might be an opportunity!

If I could hook up with a mysterious mage, I would have no worries about living in the Southern District.

"What help do you need? I can do it! Sir, I'll do anything you ask if you'll let me go!"

"You are really smart."

Roy smiled.

He really didn't intend to do anything to her.

In a place like Backlund, it's perfectly normal to have pickpockets and thieves. The main reason he didn't notice was that there was nothing else in his wallet besides the four soles.

and.

This is the perfect way to get her involved and make her do things for you.

People like them are the ones who know the neighborhood and its geographical location best.

Tilly said with a self-deprecating laugh, "Otherwise, you wouldn't be wasting your breath talking to me."

He just had a divination done.

What the other party said was true. Besides, the woman in front of them was neither an extraordinary person nor a thief.

She is simply intelligent and talented.

of course.

It's also possible that her ancestors were extraordinary individuals who thieves, and by her generation, they had basically lost that ability, but some talents were still inherited.

For example, a pair of skillful hands.

Perfect for thieves, but unfortunately, this method has problems—

Reaching the middle and high sequences makes it easier to encounter Amon.

Roy smiled faintly and asked, "What do you think you can do for me?"

"Sir, if possible, I am capable of working as a maid. I will do my best to fulfill any of your requests."

Tilly's eyes immediately lit up with eagerness.

The man before her was the most mysterious and powerful being she had ever seen!

She didn't want to miss out.

"I do need someone who is familiar with the local area."

Roy said with a smile.

"Sir, in the southern part of Backlund, no one knows this place better than me. Take the public carriage and walk along the street to St. Hillland Church."

Tilly explained, "There's a church dedicated to Mother Earth if you go northwest from here. We used to hide there, and the priest there is a very kind person."

She then described several streets, including the various gangs operating in the area, all in great detail.

Rats have their own ways.

She knows the streets and alleys of the South District better than anyone else, knows where there are many people, where there are many wealthy people, and where it is safe to hide.

Roy was very satisfied.

Because this intelligence was very useful to him, much of it was information that money couldn't buy.

This female thief is a real talent!

He smiled and said, "It seems you are indeed very familiar with this place."

"Of course, this is an essential quality for a thief."

Tilly answered calmly and proudly.

Roy smiled and said, "You can help me rent a house. I'll give you 3 soles as a reward. If the house you recommend really satisfies me, I can give you another 5 soles."

He put down the remaining three Sules.

The female thief pleaded, "Sir, I can do many things for you, please take me in."

"You may come to me because of my strength, or you may leave me because my enemy is stronger."

Roy's eyes were indifferent.

Tilly's eyes darkened, and she reached out to the three Sulers.

"Yes."

"First, help me find a suitable house. Finding a house is a troublesome thing. I need a landlord who is of good character, easy to get along with, and not too gossipy. Money is not a problem."

Roy said generously—

The South District is not an affluent area, so even if the prices are high, they won't be too expensive.

Tilly immediately said, "If you don't mind, you can rent a place on Rose Street near Harvest Church. I know a lady who recently rented out her house there."

"Okay, take me to see it."

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