Secret: I, the hermit, want to make progress too much

Chapter 178 Forsi, you can go far!

"teacher……"

"Oh, I can't be considered your teacher, I can only be considered your guide."

In front of the hospital bed, Lawrence was breathless and pale.

His days are numbered.

In fact, it is a huge amount of perseverance to be able to sustain it until now. If it weren't for Forsi...

Lawrence looked at the ceiling with a smile on his lips.

"Forsi, there is no need to be sad for me. My life may have come to an end, but my knowledge and ideas will continue to be passed on through you. This is my greatest luck."

He seemed to have regained some strength, his eyes were shining, he stood up and looked at Forsi with a smile.

"Child, I have one last wish, can you help me realize it?"

"What wish?"

Forsi stopped her emotions and avoided showing a sad expression——

The old man herself was so cheerful, she shouldn't use such emotions to influence the other person, and wanted Lawrence to leave peacefully.

Lawrence smiled.

"I come from the family of Abraham, a family that was once great but is now sad."

"I thought I might die in my own cemetery, but now I think it's more likely I'll die in this hotel."

His expression was very calm, facing death very calmly.

then.

He took out a book.

To be precise, it's not a book, but a palm-sized notebook. The cardboard cover is copper-green and looks very old.

On its cover is a passage written in ancient Fusac language.

"I came, I saw, I recorded."

Lawrence breathed.

He placed the notebook on the quilt beside his hand, very close to Forsi.

"Forsi, can you help me send it to Pulitz Harbor?"

"Plitz Harbor is not far away. You can even go back and forth on the same day by steam train. I will definitely help you deliver it."

Forsi replied solemnly.

Lawrence breathed a sigh of relief, then smiled: "Forsi, after I die, you don't need to take my body home."

"There will be luminous objects precipitated from my corpse. That is the extraordinary characteristic of the Sequence 7 astrologer. You take it with you along with the ashes and notes to Pulitz Harbor to find..."

Lawrence babbled, and finally, he smiled, "Dorian will help you become an astrologer, and will teach you to become a real astrologer."

"No, Mr. Lawrence, I don't want anything. You have helped me enough."

Forsi said sincerely.

She had breezed through every study session for the past three or four weeks relying on Lawrence's knowledge.

not only that.

Lawrence's teachings complemented her understanding of apprentices and magic masters, and now she is a very qualified magic master.

and.

She was done digesting.

As long as the potion is in place, you can immediately take the potion and become an astrologer.

Even so, she still had no idea of ​​spying on this astrologer, so...

Too cruel.

she thought to herself.

Lawrence shook his head.

"Don't refuse, Forsi, you are a kind boy, and you will definitely go a long way on this road."

"This is an astrologer's divination."

He smiled, then sat up with difficulty and looked out the door.

"Forsi, can you get me a glass of water? I'm suddenly thirsty."

"of course."

With tears in her eyes, Forsi stood up to get a water glass to pour water, but when she reached the door, she suddenly sensed something and turned back quickly.

Strong spiritual fluctuations came from the room.

She didn't go in immediately, but closed the door and stood outside with the kettle in hand without going anywhere.

She realized what the other person was thinking.

As an Abrahamic family, the "curse" is something that cannot be avoided.

Lawrence was not afraid of death, but he was afraid of becoming such a terrible monster, so he chose to commit suicide on his deathbed.

This is the last dignity of a rational and wise man.

Forsi looked out the window in the corridor. A waning moon happened to hang on the window.

Mr. Hermit, can the curse on the Abrahamic family be lifted?

……

The solution is definitely possible, but Mr. Hermit certainly can't do it now.

The hermit at this moment is busy understanding the life of "Egg White", who was born in the Fusac Empire.

Therefore, he is taller, has blond hair, and does not look like a scholar at all.

Roy needs to understand the other person's life and have a deep and thorough understanding of the other person's behavior and habits.

such as.

He likes reading, walking faster, drinking jasmine tea, etc.

After studying carefully for a day, Roy basically mastered Egg White's habits.

His new identity is that of a scholar who came to Backlund for exchange work and as a librarian.

The workplace is Hillstown District Library.

This is the result of Roy's request.

There was a place where people who spied on secrets gathered. He planned to sneak in and take a look, so he specially asked for a special item to hide himself.

……

Hillston Library.

A burly man with blond hair got out of the car with a book in his right hand and a bag in his hand, and walked into the library very quickly.

At the front desk, a woman with chestnut hair stood up immediately and looked at the strong man in front of her with some stress.

"Hello sir, do you need any help?"

"I am Egg White, scholar of Lemberg."

Roy took out his identification papers.

The other party took it and glanced at it, then raised her head slightly in disbelief. After looking at the photo, a smile appeared on her face.

"Mr. Egg, welcome to your arrival. I have learned that you are coming."

"Haha, I understand. It's hard for some people to believe that a scholar can be so tall. To be honest, I often want to be shorter."

Roy chuckled lightly.

The lady at the front desk covered her mouth and chuckled: "Indeed, but your figure is in line with my understanding of the Fusac people."

"Not all Fusak are tall, but most are taller."

Roy smiled and said, "Research has proven that this is related to our eating habits and living environment. The book "Fusac Humanities Research" has records. If you are interested, you can read it."

"thanks, I will."

The other party thanked him sincerely and then reported his name.

Her name is Jennifer Mara.

The front desk guide of the library is responsible for answering visitors' questions, introducing book storage locations, etc.

The book Roy is talking about does exist.

According to her memory, it seems to be on bookshelf No. 14 on the fourth floor...

The other person could casually name the book, which showed that he really liked reading and was knowledgeable. She sincerely admired him from the bottom of her heart.

Afterwards, she chatted with the man for a few more words and found that the gentleman indeed spoke with a Lundborg accent.

The knowledge displayed by the other party was far beyond her imagination.

"Are there many scholars like you in Lundborg?"

"Much."

Roy nodded with a smile, "Over there is the refuge of the great God of Knowledge and Wisdom, the palace of knowledge."

As he spoke, he drew a prayer gesture from the Church of Knowledge on his chest.

Jennifer showed a longing look.

“I hope to visit Lundborg one day.”

"If you want to go to Lundborg, be sure to tell me and I will take you to some iconic places."

Roy smiled.

Through his voyeuristic eyes, he was able to determine that the other party was not an extraordinary person, but just an ordinary person who yearned for knowledge.

of course.

By observing her clothing, perfume, and other habits, it seems that Miss Jennifer's background is not bad, and she uses all high-end products.

She shouldn't be short of money.

If not, she might not be able to get a job in the library. Although it is boring, such a job is not available to anyone.

Roy chatted with her for a while and roughly figured out the situation.

His job is simple.

Correct books with errors, and secondly, help some readers who have doubts——

The latter is paid.

The equivalent of a paid consultant?

That's how Roy understood it.

He looked upstairs and said, "Then where should I work?"

"There will be a bulletin board on each floor. You can be on any floor of the library, but you need to be able to see the bulletin board."

Jennifer explained.

Roy nodded: "I understand, are there any other literary consultants in our library?"

"Yes, Mr. Costa is good at history, Mr. Lumundo is good at languages..."

Jennifer knows everything about her family.

Roy listened quietly and memorized each name, especially the two subjects of history and language——

The secret-peeping path is good at memory and can master a large amount of language and historical knowledge, and often plays the role of these two subjects.

Costa.

Lumondo.

Two goals to focus on back.

Under Jennifer's guidance, he quickly adapted to his current role and work, began to wander around the library, and finally found a seat on the first floor to sit down.

From this location, you can see the bulletin board on the first floor.

He took down a book from the bookshelf and began to watch and read quietly.

title -

"Backlund Under the Dense Fog".

Being in the Hillston District at Shangkou, it is difficult to understand the content in the text, but as a person living in the South District, he can understand it very well...

Roy read carefully, enjoying the moment of silence.

This is a story about the industrial development of Backlund, telling the story of the former Backlund.

The book is very new.

According to Luen's edition rules, it should have been published in recent years. Roy felt that the article was written by a conservative pen.

He wrote it for a while and was about to put it back.

"The Tasok River used to flow quietly, traveling through the entire Backlund..."

A low voice sounded in front of him.

Roy looked up.

An old man walked over to him.

According to the etheric body observation, the other person's health is not very good.

But it's normal.

He is very old.

It's very normal to be in such a state at such an age.

What the other party said was exactly a sentence from the book.

"Old sir, have you read this book?"

"Yes, he writes very well and reminds me of Backlund from before."

The old man sat down opposite, holding an ancient book in his hand.

He coughed slightly.

Then, he looked out the window and sighed: "The sky used to be very blue, but now, what everyone often discusses when going out is the weather..."

"That's the cost of industry."

Roy is not easy to evaluate.

He had experienced similar things in his previous life.

Such a situation will arise in industry and capital. It is very difficult to contain it and needs to be contained from the top down.

but.

Above Loen...

The one who longs to become the "Black Emperor" has no time to care about these things.

"You see it that way too?"

"You know me?"

Roy had a smile on his face.

The other party nodded slightly: "I saw your information on the bulletin board, Egg White, a profound scholar from Lundberg."

Roy sighed: "The development of industry and capital will lead to such negative consequences. This is what Emperor Russell had anticipated back then."

The old man was startled for a moment, then lowered his head: "So Emperor Russell had already thought of it?"

"He is the creator. How could he not know this if he is so smart? I have read many related books. Russell introduced some policies in an attempt to curb it, but later gave up."

After Roy finished speaking, he smiled slightly and said, "Old sir, please take a look first. I'm sorry."

The old man nodded slightly and said nothing.

Roy put the book back on the shelf and went to the rest of the area.

The other party is definitely not a simple "enthusiast", maybe it is a conservative party, maybe it is the author of this book.

but.

Luen's problem cannot be solved by a scholar.

Not a fool.

The same cannot be said for the hermit.

This is not a problem that can be solved by one person, otherwise Russell would not just be worried that his "creation" would become a breeding ground for evil gods.

In the evening, he left the library and went to his new residence——

As Egg White, Roy lives in the Jowood District, a settlement provided by the Strigoi.

The air here is stronger than in the Southern District, but it is also quite limited.

In the night, Roy stood on the window sill and looked outside.

Then, he saw a figure walking under the dim moonlight.

Forth Wall.

Does she live around here?

Roy was a little surprised.

He observed for a while, watching Forsi go in another direction along the avenue, and then thought a little.

Forsi should have completely digested it.

If you can get a Sequence 7 potion, becoming a Sequence 7 will not be a problem.

I can't provide any help in this regard.

Fortunately-

The other party already has a guide, otherwise there may be an embarrassing situation where the "hermit" cannot solve the problem.

"Everyone is getting stronger, I have to hurry up too!"

Roy sighed, then returned to the study and started preparing a letter to Bernadette.

He planned to discuss with Bernadette first and book a "Three-Eyed Night Crow" ceremony.

It would be best if we could meet the other three-eyed night crows later. If we didn't meet them, there would be a way out.

Prepare with both hands.

After a while, a gust of wind swept by and the letter disappeared without a trace.

Roy took off his mask and entered the mysterious palace.

Recently he has been working on "The Worm of Time."

Ever since he got the Worm of Time, Roy had been thinking about its use. He racked his brains and researched it, but in the end he couldn't find a good use for it.

It cannot be crafted into ordinary extraordinary items.

Talisman...

It is possible.

In the original work, Amon's Worm of Time can be made into related spells in the wrong way, but Roy obviously does not have such ability.

"If Leonard still takes the initiative to find me, he can contact Palles, but unfortunately -"

Leonard doesn't pray to the Hermit for help at all.

It's not easy for Roy to take the initiative to seek a deal.

That damages the image of the hermit.

He put the Worm of Time aside, glanced at the star map, and prepared to return to reality after confirming that there was no prayer.

At this time, a prayer sounded.

From Forth.

(End of this chapter)