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

Chapter 94 Fors, the Struggle Maniac

Downstairs in the living room, a woman in a yellow dress sat quietly in a chair, but upon closer inspection, she appeared uneasy.

She must want to lie down lazily.

Roy harbored resentment.

Upon entering the house, the two recognized each other.

Fors raised an eyebrow, then stood up and greeted him in a cheerful tone: "Polite and handsome gentleman, I didn't expect Mr. Hyde's friend to be you."

"Madam, fate is so coincidental."

Roy smiled.

Fors nodded gently: "Yes, our connection began with the book you were reading; it was written by me."

"So you're Miss Wall. I really like your work."

Roy smiled and praised him, then casually took out the book.

Hyde poured tea for him.

"So you two know each other? Then there's no need for introductions?"

"No, we only met once at the coffee shop, Ms. Wall. My name is Green Rost."

Roy introduces himself.

Not long after, Becky, who had just taken a shower, came downstairs. He was wrapped in bandages and looked very miserable.

but.

Upon seeing Roy, he disregarded his injuries and smiled as he opened his arms in an attempt to hug him.

Roy gave him a gentle hug, avoiding touching the wound.

Becky grinned and said, "Next, I can try to get the Sequence 7 potion recipe. As long as I get the recipe and materials, I can complete the advancement."

"You haven't obtained the Sequence 7 potion recipe yet?"

Roy said.

Becky shook her head, but then smiled and said, "It'll be ready soon!"

He looked at Fors.

"Miss Fors, I think you must have brought me good news this time?"

"Yes, I acquired the warrior's potion recipe. It has been certified by others and is safe and reliable."

Fors took out a piece of paper.

Becky took it and then handed it to Hyde.

After a short while, Hyde nodded slightly, a look of joy appearing on his face.

Really!

"Thank you, Miss Fors. Here is your remaining payment."

Becky handed over 100 pounds.

Roy looked at Fors and said, "Miss Fors, are you in the information business?"

Fors paused for a moment, then nodded: "Yes."

"Interested in joining forces?"

Roy smiled and said, "I also have a good information network in the South Bridge area. We can join forces."

Hyde wasn't too surprised.

The situation with Roy had already been discussed in previous letters, and the two of them knew each other quite well.

Fors frowned, clearly having reservations.

Roy said, "I do have some information, and some of it is quite valuable."

After thinking for a moment, Forl said, "If needed, I will definitely seek your cooperation."

"it is good."

Roy didn't insist.

When you first meet someone, just mention that you have access to information channels. If you insist on cooperating, you probably won't know what to do with their "sales channels."

The four sat indoors and chatted for a while. Finally, Fors suddenly asked, "Mr. Green, do you have the 'Pharmacist's' potion recipe?"

"Unfortunately, I only know about the main ingredients, but I know where to find them."

Roy answered.

Hyde looked at him in surprise.

Fors asked, "Can I buy your information?"

"I'll give you a discount on the main materials and the information, one hundred gold coins."

Roy smiled.

Fors hesitated for a moment, then said, "A difficult-to-obtain piece of information, coupled with a Sequence 9 potion recipe that doesn't include auxiliary materials, doesn't seem worth a hundred gold coins."

Although the main materials are very valuable, she lacks the means to gather the auxiliary materials, even if she did…

The seller is unlikely to sell it at the material value; more likely, they will have to buy a complete copy.

That would be a huge loss.

Whether it's worth it depends on the value of the information and the buyer's affordability. Perhaps your buyer finds it acceptable?

Roy smiled.

Fors nodded: "If he agrees, I will bring one hundred gold pounds next time we meet. I hope you won't go back on your word."

"If I'm not here, you can contact Mr. Hyde; he has a way to get in touch with me immediately."

Roy replied.

Fors looked at Hyde Carson and, receiving confirmation from the middle-aged wizard, smiled and said, "Alright, it's a pleasure to work with you."

Afterwards, Fors took over Becky's weapon master material purchasing business before hurriedly leaving.

Roy couldn't help but laugh.

Delivery, information, commission.

She's practically a workaholic now.

It's hard to imagine that this is Fors, the "salted fish" from the original trajectory; they are not the same person at all.

really.

A good learning environment is very important!

Fors, you should thank me.

He chuckled inwardly.

Hyde sighed.

"The apprenticeship path is really convenient. Right now, she's just a magician. If she can advance to the traveler level, she might be able to expand this business significantly."

"yes."

pity--

Klein was also at the study session with her. Based on his understanding of Klein, Miss Salty Fish knew that it would be very difficult for her to join the Tarot Club.

Roy exchanged pleasantries with them for a while, and then received two spells and a lot of spellcasting materials from Hyde.

One is the Wind Speed ​​spell, which uses the ancient Hermetic word for "wind".

Its spell-casting material is wind falcon feathers, which are relatively expensive; just ten feathers cost Roy 30 pounds.

The other is Dark Magic.

It requires moonflower powder as a casting material.

The two types of witchcraft, along with various materials, cost him a total of one hundred gold coins.

This was also Roy's main purpose in seeking out Mr. Hyde.

The second step is to learn the ropes and connections.

By connecting with Fors, we won't have to go through the Tarot Club for everything in the future.

While Tarot readings are convenient, asking too many questions can easily expose one's true identity to those who uphold justice.

Roy took the steam subway back to the South District.

The exit of the steam subway station wasn't far from Rose Street, so he chose to walk back and take a stroll along the way.

Upon arriving at number 49, Roy was about to head towards the back house when Ms. Sion opened the door and exclaimed joyfully, "Mr. Green, you're finally back!"

"Ms. Xiqiong, is there anything I can help you with?"

Roy maintained a gentle smile.

Xi Qiong said, "It's like this, today is the Earth Church's Harvest Day, and we're having a grand ceremony. Would you like to join us?"

Madam, you really seem to enjoy trying to convert me to your religion!

Roy chuckled to himself.

"Wouldn't that be inappropriate?"

"It's alright. Followers of the Mother Goddess aren't so strict. We welcome anyone to celebrate the harvest together."

Roy said cheerfully, "In that case, allow me to go back and change into some decent clothes, and then freshen up."

"We will be holding a celebration at River Bend Park. Mr. Upano has rented the venue. You have half an hour to get ready."

"no problem."

Roy smiled.

Upon returning home, he ascended to the mysterious temple and immediately performed a divination regarding his journey.

"It would be dangerous to attend the 'Harvest Festival'."

Seven times in a row.

The pendant rotates slightly clockwise.

There is a minor risk, but it is not significant.

Roy pondered for a moment, then performed another divination.

"The danger of the 'Harvest Festival' comes from Upano Mohan."

The pendant rotates counterclockwise.

No.

He thought for a moment and continued with the divination.

"Participating in the 'Harvest Festival' is beneficial to me."

……

After undergoing more than a dozen different divinations, Roy finally decided to attend the harvest festival.

but.

Before that, he took out two more talismans from his stock of amethyst.

One is the roar of the true creator, the other is the murmur of Mr. Door, plus the two talismans on his body that record the knowledge of the hidden sages.

Furthermore, he also carried the filthy ear with him—

This special and extraordinary item has a strong negative effect, but Roy, through repeated information simulations in the mysterious temple, detected its sealing method.

Plug your ear canal with earplugs and then wrap it with layers of cloth to completely isolate it from the outside world.

This will seal it to some extent, but you still cannot carry it with you for more than 12 hours, otherwise you must listen to its voice and praise the "true creator".

That's not a big problem.

Fully armed, he went downstairs.

Ms. Xiqiong slowly walked down from upstairs. She had blonde hair and wore light makeup, looking fresh, elegant, and uniquely beautiful.

pity.

Even if Roy wasn't interested, neither Fors nor Tilly were as pretty as her.

He simply smiled politely and said, "Ms. Xiqiong, are you used to wearing such light makeup?"

"No, I used to like to dress up like those beautiful ladies, but after I started to believe in the Mother Goddess, I understood the true meaning of life."

Xi Qiong smiled slightly, "Natural is the most beautiful, but today is a celebration, so I need to use a little makeup to cover up some marks. It's only proper etiquette."

"Praise the Earth Mother!"

Roy exclaimed in genuine admiration—

Nature is the most beautiful.

He agreed with this point, which greatly increased his goodwill towards the Earth Church.

The church led by this Mother Goddess seems to be doing quite well, so how did it produce a heretic like Frank?

He was very curious about who Frank's mentor was back then.

Upon hearing Roy praise Mother Earth, Sijon immediately made a prayer gesture.

……

The beautiful riverside park is filled with various pastries and delicacies, and bread is stacked into a two-meter-high tower.

Many people mustered up their courage and went over to get the food, which the women in front of them would kindly distribute.

but.

When the homeless man thought of going there—

"roll!"

The two burly men immediately stepped forward and shouted him back.

Roy, puzzled, asked in a low voice, "Why is that?"

"Homeless people are too lazy; they'd rather beg than work, so even we don't welcome them."

Xi Qiong showed a look of disgust.

Roy remained silent.

Wandering...

With the repeal of the Grain Act, grains became increasingly cheap, and farming could no longer meet the needs of life.

The tides of time surge onward, and thieves and vagrants are products of this.

Although Xiqiong was not an aristocrat or a tycoon, she owned two houses and had no worries about food and clothing, so she naturally could not empathize with the unemployed workers who had become homeless.

"Mr. Green?"

"Let's go."

Roy pulled his hat down low and walked a short distance ahead.

I should run into Ubano again tonight.

In the park, about a hundred people were dancing and eating, and a very lavish banquet was set up along the river.

The grain merchants spent a considerable amount of money to organize this ceremony.

Xi Qiong looked around, then her eyes lit up, and she led him in one direction.

A few people sat there chatting.

"Max!"

She walked over and greeted one of them.

Roy smiled, didn't go forward, and turned to walk out of the crowd.

Then, he found the homeless man who had been chased away earlier in the bushes nearby.

The homeless man was sitting huddled on the edge of the grass, his eyes fixed on the bread tower over there.

Upon seeing Roy, he snapped out of his daze, a flicker of fear crossing his face.

The homeless man was about forty years old.

but.

He looked very old, and his etheric body was very unhealthy; if this continued, he wouldn't make it for at most a month.

"I'm leaving right away, I'm leaving right away!"

I want to hire you.

"What?"

He froze, then pointed incredulously at himself, "Hired me?"

"Yes."

Roy nodded slightly.

He said, "You don't need to do anything else. Just keep an eye out for news for me while you're homeless."

"What news?"

The middle-aged homeless man huddled up in fear.

Roy casually flicked his wrist, scattering some powder that emitted a faint glow that illuminated the surroundings.

Then he said, "Did you see that?"

The homeless man stared wide-eyed, then nodded blankly, his face filled with shock.

"Keep an eye out for these kinds of people. If you see one, make sure you remember everything that happened. Or if your friends or acquaintances see one, go find Tilly or any thieves you know and tell them."

"Do you understand?"

The light in Roy's hand was shimmering.

The homeless man nodded blankly, and then he saw the other person conjure up a loaf of bread and a banknote in their hand.

This is 1 sulphur.

"Thanks."

He said in a hoarse voice.

Roy whispered, "Let's eat somewhere further away."

"I will, thank you sir."

The homeless man, his voice hoarse, carefully pocketed the money and bread and left.

Roy turned to go back to continue the ceremony, but he suddenly sensed a spiritual fluctuation. Turning back—

He saw that the vagrant's etheric body suddenly dimmed by one or two times.

pat!

Bread and coins fell from the homeless man's arms.

He clutched his chest, turned to look at Roy, his face contorted with deep pain, and then collapsed to the ground with a thud.

There was also a coin that had fallen to the ground.

One penny.

Under the gaze of the mysterious, it emanates specks of spiritual light, mysterious and eerie.

Roy glanced at the crowd behind him, a flash of anger in his eyes.

Bribers!

A briber gave him the coin, and in doing so, the homeless man fell under the spell of "bribery".

perhaps.

The other party initially amplified his "hunger," making him keep circling around, and even just now he was hiding in the grass staring at the bread tower.

All of this is to create chaos.

but.

To the other party's surprise, Roy gave him a loaf of bread and 1 sule, which changed the other party's abilities.

"Hunger" has become "weakening".

The already frail homeless man finally died.

He walked over and silently picked up the banknotes, bread, and the penny that had fallen.

Roy placed the bread in the homeless man's arms.

May you be free from hunger in your next life.

Then he grasped the penny and closed his eyes to divine the future.

At the harvest ceremony, a brown-skinned man walked through the crowd with a faint smile, chatting with others from time to time.

After a moment, he saw a person.

Ubano Mohan.

A slight smile appeared on his lips, and then he picked up the two glasses of wine beside him and walked toward someone with a grin.

"Mr. Barrant, congratulations on the harvest!"

Congratulations on the bumper harvest!

A businessman named Balant accepted the glass.

The two drank it all in one gulp.

Barant smiled and said, "Sir, have we met before?"

"Yes, you may have forgotten, but I once helped you resolve a business dispute."

The man smiled.

Barant seemed to remember something, and his face lit up with a look of sudden realization.

"I feel like I've seen you before!"

"Unfortunately, we haven't worked together since then. I didn't expect you to come to Backlund."

He smiled and handed over a business card, saying, "I wonder if we'll have the chance to collaborate again in the future?"

"Of course, of course. I really enjoy working with professional lawyers like you."

Barrant took the business card and nodded repeatedly.

I glanced at it.

Tucker Ira.

I don't remember it very well...

He frowned.

but.

The next moment, he saw a figure, immediately snorted coldly, and then walked towards Upano with his wine glass in hand.

The man smiled slightly and quietly blended into the crowd.

A moment later.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out.

Screams echoed throughout the park.

Barant was kicked away. Ubano glanced at him coldly and said, "Barant, even curly-haired baboons should be proud of their intelligence. At least they're not at the bottom."

Barrant looked at the gun in his hand with a blank expression and a hint of fear.

he……

Why did he fire the gun?

Urbano didn't have time to argue with him. He looked at the chaotic crowd and then fixed his gaze on a man with brown hair.

The other party walked to the edge of a high platform.

"Semen!"

His eyes were cold.

The other person turned around and said silently from afar, "Ubano, I come with the goodwill of the Viter Party; tonight is just a small gift."

After speaking, the other person bowed politely, then jumped back and landed next to a horse.

however.

The next moment, a blinding ball of light appeared from ahead.

Following closely behind—

hold head high!

With a sharp neigh, the horse leaped up wildly, knocking him to the ground before he could even settle in, sending a cloud of dust flying.

Fortunately, Semen was agile and quickly regained his footing.

next moment.

Behind the statue, a man wearing a hat and a long robe appeared, his eyes cold in the darkness, and he was speaking in ancient Hermetic.

"flame!"

boom!

A flame erupted from Semen's body.

He screamed and rushed toward the riverbank, which was about ten steps away.

No one stopped them.

Ubano hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not make a move.

Finally, on the riverbank, Semen, engulfed in flames, saw two items placed there.

One is a purple crystal.

The other is a 1-pence coin.

This is……

Your own money?

Correct.

This is the money I used to bribe the homeless man.

This strange and extraordinary person...

Is he being attacked because he killed a homeless person?

His face was filled with astonishment.

The next moment, he was enveloped in purple light.

Endless knowledge flooded into his mind.

Roy raised his hand.

Bang!

The bullet was fired and pierced his head.

Blood splattered on the riverbank.

The crowd stared at them, frozen in disbelief.

In the darkness, they saw the mysterious man stand by the riverbank for a while, then bend down and pick something up.

Then, the other person slowly disappeared on the shore, as if everything just now was an illusion, but if you look closely, there is blood splattered all over the ground.

A bloodstained penny still sits on the riverbank.

(End of this chapter)