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

Chapter 91 Study Session, Klein's Request for Help

On Thursday, Roy learned about their party through Sion.

This is a gathering of believers from the Earth Church.

Not only were there Fenneport merchants, but also some local Earth Church believers.

Ms. Sion hoped to bring Roy into the church.

Ms. Xiqiong did not disclose the specifics, but Roy learned through subsequent observation and divination that the time should be Tuesday evening.

However, whether this happens every week remains to be seen.

Roy decided to continue observing.

A few days later, Roy's first "mystical study session" after arriving in Backlund took place.

At 6:50 p.m., after confirming that no one would be visiting, he ascended to the mysterious hall.

Roy first confirmed the condition of the mysterious temple.

During this time, no one prayed or sought help, and he did not actively seek out or contact any new sources of light.

He's currently dealing with enough people to keep him busy.

In the past ten minutes, a deluge of information has swept through the country.

After a vortex, three figures appeared simultaneously in the hall.

Klein bowed upwards.

"Good evening, esteemed hermit."

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

Fors immediately greeted them.

The next moment, "Number 2" also greeted them.

Roy glanced at Fors, who seemed very expectant, apparently having gathered some mysterious knowledge or information during this time.

A gentle torrent of messages flowed, carrying his greetings.

At this moment, Fors smiled and said, "Gentlemen, I have found a book about spirit communication rituals."

"..."

Klein changed his posture.

Spirit communication ritual.

He had studied a lot about psychic knowledge, but it was unclear whether he had learned the rituals of "Number 1".

Not long after, Fors took out a piece of paper and shared it with everyone.

Roy glanced at it, then his eyes narrowed.

This is a ritual of the Spiritual Church.

"Gentlemen, do you know what this is?"

Fors asked.

"This is a Spirit Dance ritual of the Spirit Cult. Wherever you got it from, you'd better stay away, because it may be related to the Spirit Cult. Those lunatics have been doing some terrible things lately."

Roy advised.

Klein couldn't help but look at "Number 2".

He also recognized it as "Spirit Dance," so he wasn't too surprised by the first half of Mr. Number 2's statement; what intrigued him was the second half.

Are the Spiritual Cult also doing some terrible things?

What are you doing?

Resurrecting Death?

Klein frowned and asked, "Miss Number One, where did you get it?"

"An accident."

It was a consultation, but unfortunately I can't talk about it, as it might reveal my true identity.

Fors thought to himself.

She thought for a moment and said, "In that case, this knowledge shouldn't count as part of this exchange and learning. I'll use something else to replace it."

"No need. Although it's not very useful, it is indeed the mystical knowledge of the Spirit Cult and conforms to our rules."

As Klein spoke, he also manifested a form of knowledge.

"These are some insights I've gained in this area based on my own abilities."

Roy picked it up, and then his emotions began to falter slightly.

Emotional and facial expression control.

The clown, right?

It seems that Klein's digestion is progressing quite well.

Also.

Performing clownish acts in front of Azik and Roy might have helped him process the situation.

Roy thought sarcastically.

He exchanged a study on "magic".

These are some small insights Roy gained while dismantling and studying spells through Fors.

After reading it, Klein and Fors glanced at "Number 2" in surprise, and then said one after the other, "Thank you for sharing, Mr. Number 2."

This insight is invaluable!

"It's nothing, just a little bit of my personal research."

Roy said with a smile.

The three absorbed the knowledge contributed by the other two.

Then, Fors spoke first again: "Several murders have occurred in the eastern district of Backlund. It is not yet clear who committed them, but there should be an element of extraordinary beings involved."

"These are traces from the scene."

Fors said, using the method of recalling to materialize the memory.

After Klein and Roy finished reading, they tacitly changed their positions.

This angle.

Miss Number 1 was an eyewitness at the scene!

The two remained silent for a moment.

Then Roy said, "We're not detectives, so we can't tell anything from the pattern alone, but the other side acted very swiftly, and the difference in strength between the two sides may be very large."

Klein thought for a moment and asked, "Have you found Zilingus?"

"No, I can't find it at all, and I followed Mr. Number 2's instructions and haven't tried since."

Fors told the truth.

Klein thought for a moment and replied, "It might have been Ziringus."

"So, Zilingus is still in the East District?"

Fors' expression froze.

Roy nodded: "Very likely. Did you do anything after that?"

"No, I told my friend and then stopped getting involved, but my friend may have reported it to the church."

Foll thought about the events and rumors of that day, and shared his own speculations.

"It's possible he did it, the writhing hunger, haha, judging from the name, this extraordinary item might have the negative effect of killing."

Roy shared his "guess".

Klein nodded in deep agreement, then took a deep look at Miss "Number 1" and reconsidered her identity.

He had previously assumed the other person was also a nobleman.

but.

In retrospect, Number 1 might not be an aristocrat, but rather a middle-class individual qualified to attend aristocratic gatherings and know Miss Justice.

Normal nobles would not frequent a slum like the East End late at night.

"So, Zilingus might be in the East District?"

Klein thought for a moment and said, "These kinds of people should be eliminated as soon as possible, otherwise more and more people will be killed."

"yes."

Fors sighed.

Afterwards, Klein recounted the news of Ms. M's attack on the Mechanical Heart in Tingen, while Roy talked about some things that happened in the Backlund Arena.

Then, the flashback ended, but Klein asked to stay for a while.

Roy canceled the alt account.

Klein respectfully conjured five pages of a diary, then said, "Mr. Hermit, I have learned by chance that Zilingus's goal may be an item that could help him rise to the ranks of the Four Kings."

In reality—

The Hanged Man reported this matter to him today, hoping to gain his attention and the help of his benefactors, but Klein was unable to help.

His "favorite" is still taking care of Captain Dunn in Tingen.

We can't let Mr. Azik leave Dunn, can we?

Klein had no choice but to seek help from the hermit.

Roy took the diary and casually tossed it onto the shelf beside him, seemingly uninterested in reading it, merely keeping it as a collectible.

Klein glanced at him discreetly, and seeing that the other party seemed uninterested in the topic, continued, "Mr. Hermit, do you know what he's trading?"

"A card of blasphemy played by Roselle."

A detached voice rang out.

Klein used his Joker abilities to control his emotions, and was deeply shocked.

Blasphemy!

really.

To his surprise, there was such a mastermind who was willing to offer the Blasphemy Token as a bargaining chip.

but.

In that case, the hermit might not be too interested.

He thought regretfully.

After a moment's thought, Klein asked, "Respected Hermit, I would like to know what Qilingus's goal is."

"The tide of the times."

The hermit smiled faintly.

What does that mean?

Klein looked completely bewildered.

The hermit sighed, and the next moment, everything before him transformed into a torrent of information, vanishing from Klein's sight.

Tingen and Klein looked frustrated.

He really wanted to yell at him.

At this moment, Klein and Rosell felt the same way—

From now on, I'll beat up riddle tellers every time I see them!

of course.

He understands perfectly.

Given the hermit's character, it's likely that he didn't offer enough chips and didn't have enough chips for the other party to exchange.

Klein sat in his chair, lost in deep thought—

The tides of the times?

What does that mean?

He frowned, trying to think of some information related to Zilingus, and then thought of Roy's speculation.

To kill a person, or to destroy something?

Also.

The person behind this, who has the ability to pay for a blasphemous card, and most likely the blasphemous card corresponding to the Sailor, is definitely not an ordinary person.

What is their purpose?

The tide of the times...

"Perhaps they are trying to push certain events in the direction they need."

"The tide of the times."

"Is the Hermit reminding me that someone wants things to go the way they want, so he wants Zilingus to do something?"

The idea flashed through Klein's mind like a thunderbolt.

If that's the case, then he probably understands.

Currently, the only thing that Rune is pushing hard to do is probably to repeal the Grain Act.

but.

Industrialization and the repeal of the Grain Act are inevitable trends that have swept across the entire Loon, and most ordinary people are enjoying the benefits they bring.

of course.

There is also pain.

Generally speaking, the trend is toward abolition.

If the tide of the times is like this, then those who oppose it are naturally enemies, and Zillingus may be the ones who oppose "abolition."

That is, the Conservative Party.

Klein sorted through his thoughts, and everything before him became clearer and clearer.

He pushed open the door and entered the hall, intending to talk to Azik about Zilingus, only to find that Mr. Azik seemed to have just finished a ceremony.

Hearing the noise, Azik looked up, a smile appearing on his face.

"Dunne should wake up by tomorrow at the latest."

"Very good!"

……

Roy glanced at the diary.

He had read most of the key information in the five pages of the diary, but some seemingly insignificant details caught his attention.

"Green has left."

There was no date, only this sentence.

It's clear that Russell wasn't in a good mood when he wrote this sentence. Judging from the text alone, it's hard to tell what kind of "departure" Green was referring to.

It either died or went somewhere else.

It seems—

Unless we can find the diary entries before this page, it will be difficult to know where Green went.

Roy was concerned about "Green" because he felt that the other person seemed to have some kind of connection with him.

Finding this connection might help clarify one's own situation and the origins of the mysterious temple, thus helping to determine future developments.

pity.

This is just Roy's gut feeling, and it may not be true.

The trail has now gone cold.

Now that Green has parted ways with Russell, it's unlikely that there will be any further descriptions of him in his diary.

Roy returned to reality and sorted through the clues Tilly had sent him over the past few days.

He wrote all the clues down on paper.

According to Tilly, the Witt Party seems to have been relatively quiet lately.

Yesterday, the Jingui Winery received a large shipment of grain.

This means...

The Luyère family compromised with the grain merchants and bought large quantities of grain at higher prices.

Roy had a vague feeling that—

Things won't end that simply.

His guess became a reality in less than half a day.

In the dead of night, a roar came from afar.

Roy immediately got up and went to the window, where he saw faint flames shooting into the sky from the south.

That is--

Gar Street!

Roy immediately recalled the location information.

Gar Street, where the merchants of Fenneport lived and stored grain, was also the site of previous fires.

but.

According to Tilly's description, the previous fire was intense, but it didn't make this much noise.

This is going to be interesting!

Roy immediately leaped out of the window, jumped onto a platform downstairs, and then nimbly headed towards the direction of the explosion.

About ten minutes later, he arrived near the explosion.

This is a detached villa on Gar Street near the Tasok River, with a fairly large yard.

Previously, a wealthy merchant named Fenneport lived there.

however.

At this moment, the entire villa was blown upside down, the entire land was turned upside down, and flames were raging on it.

even.

After Roy arrived, another small explosion occurred below.

He watched for a while, then couldn't help but laugh silently.

The Luyère family...

Absolutely amazing!

The merchants in Fenneport most likely stockpiled the "burned" grain in the basement of the villa, and then all of this grain was destroyed in the basement.

but.

An ordinary explosion could not possibly cause such a large-scale and terrifying blast.

Unless the Luyère family or the Witte Party had the ability to plant explosives over a long period of time without the Feneport grain merchants noticing.

This is difficult—

The bodyguards of the Fenneport grain merchant likely include extraordinary individuals.

A slight smile played on his lips.

What an interesting scene!

The factory fire actually happened, and now these grain merchants are suffering heavy losses.

Although the Louyère family's winery may also be facing financial difficulties, perhaps what the other party wants is just this sense of pride.

However, another possibility cannot be ruled out.

This incident was neither orchestrated by the Luyer family nor directed by Upano himself; rather, a third party was involved, fanning the flames.

Suddenly, in the firelight, Roy saw a figure quietly disappear into the alley.

Who is that?

He narrowed his eyes and activated his Concealment Ring to track the trail.

Before long, he saw a middle-aged man clutching his chest and staggering toward Gar Street.

Roy's lips curled into a slight smile.

He walked over and emerged from the darkness.

"Sir, you seem to need some help."

"You, you..."

The other person looked up.

His body was charred black and covered in burn marks, clearly indicating that he was seriously injured.

The man before me was dressed in a long robe and wore an extravagant silk hat, looking just like a wizard from a story.

He opened his mouth.

They wanted to ask for help, but were afraid the other party was an enemy.

Do you need help?

Roy asked again.

The other person nodded numbly, unable to speak.

On one hand, there is fear and pain.

On the other hand, his mouth was filled with flames and burnt flour, and he was now in a state of near suffocation.

Roy extended his spiritual power, took out an extraordinary material from his pocket, and then used simple healing magic to roughly treat the other party's injuries.

then--

Bang!

One punch.

Roy struck him in the stomach, neither too hard nor too softly.

"vomit!"

He kept vomiting, clumps of pasty stuff being vomited up by his stomach acid, turning into clumps of black filth.

The middle-aged extraordinary man vomited repeatedly, and after a minute, he collapsed to the ground.

"Thank goodness, we're saved!"

He sat on the ground, panting heavily.

Then, the man looked up, tears of gratitude streaming down his face, and said, "Respected and mysterious sir, hello, my name is Sozer, thank you for your help!"

"It's nothing, I just happened to be passing by."

Roy smiled and said, "It looks like your granary has been attacked."

"Yes, those damned Witte Party members!"

Sozer was furious. "All four of my men died in this explosion! Damn it, the Witte Party will pay for this!"

"Now that I see you've recovered, I'll be leaving."

Roy seemed uninterested in what he was saying, smiled slightly, put on his flamboyant hat, and prepared to leave.

At that moment, the other party suddenly called out to stop.

"Wait, sir! Please wait a moment!"

Sozer's eyes lit up. "Sir," he said, "are you a wizard? I've often heard tales of you at sea. May I ask who you are...?"

"I am not a member of the Morse Order."

Roy asked calmly, "What's wrong?"

"Sir, could you please help us?"

"Mr. Upano also needs help," Sozer said.

In the shadows, Roy's lips curled into a slight smile.

He turned around.

Why should I help you?

"Mr. Upano has a lot of money and a collection of extraordinary materials, which is why I follow him."

Soze Road.

Roy smiled, turned around and gave him a deep look, and said, "I am interested in a deal."

"Um?"

"Are you on the warrior path?"

Roy had a slight smile on his face.

Soze paused for a moment, then nodded slightly and said, "Your wisdom and insight amaze me. I am a Sequence 9 warrior."

"I happen to have a potion recipe for a Sequence 8 Fighter. Do you need it?"

A moment of silence fell over the air.

then.

How much do you want?

"For just four hundred and fifty gold pounds, it's yours."

Roy said.

"Can!"

Sozer responded decisively and without hesitation.

Then, after a moment of silence, he said, "Sir, are you really not going to consider it...?"

"This is a troublesome matter."

Roy shrugged. "I hate trouble."

Soze sighed and said, "Alright, but I don't have any money on me. Could you allow me to go back and get some?"

"Can."

Roy did not refuse.

He followed Soze slowly, escorting him all the way to an inconspicuous two-story house on Gar Street.

This place looks more like a place where poor people live.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have imagined that the big grain merchant "Ubano Mohan" lived here.

Roy leaned against a dim lamppost, holding a book in his hands, quietly waiting for Sozer to return with the money.

(End of this chapter)