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

Chapter 179 The magic of the cold-blooded man

"Great Mr. Hermit, thank you for your summons."

Forsi was respectful.

Through emotions, Roy can understand her depression.

Forsi paused for a moment, then continued: "Mr. Hermit, I would like to ask if it is possible to completely lift the curse on the Abraham family?"

"You don't have the price to match."

Roy chuckled.

Of course Forsi knew, she lowered her head and said, "I can collect the diaries to repay you later."

"Have."

Roy said lightly.

Forsi was startled, and a glimmer of hope grew in his heart.

but.

Soon she thought of "divination".

One characteristic of divination is——

It often only provides one result, but does not mention the development in the middle or subsequent steps, so it will lead to infinite possibilities.

Mr. Hermit's answer was the same.

It is really difficult to fully and comprehensively understand the situation in between with just the word "you".

however.

Mr. Hermit's rules are...

Interpretation requires additional compensation.

She probably couldn't afford the extra pay.

Forsi was confused for a while.

“Can you give me more hints?”

"Don't worry, it will be a better development."

Roy replied.

Forsi then breathed a sigh of relief.

At least I know the outcome.

The curse of the Abraham family can be solved in the future, and it will not end in a bad development such as "genocide".

That's pretty good.

She felt a little happier and asked quickly: "How many pages of the diary do I need to pay for?"

"unnecessary."

Roy chuckled, "Help me collect things related to 'Roster Green' in the Abraham family."

Rost Green?

Mr. Green?

No.

No.

Mr. Green's name is the exact opposite of that.

Forsi was surprised for a while, and then quickly thought of the difference between the two, but there might be some connection between the two.

She pondered for a moment and said: "I can't guarantee that I can find relevant clues, and I have no real relationship with the Abraham family yet."

"Just do your best."

Roy responded calmly.

Forsi nodded.

The next moment, she looked up and returned to reality unconsciously.

Forsi stood up and opened the curtains.

The waning moon hangs high in the sky.

"Mr. Lawrence, I will try my best to help the Abraham family get rid of the hardship caused by the curse."

"Hope you rest in peace."

After a while.

Boom boom boom!

The door knocked.

Forsi went over and opened the door, and Xio stood outside.

"Forsi, where have you been today? I almost thought something happened to you."

"Mr. Lawrence passed away and I've been busy today."

Forsi didn't hide anything.

She walked out tiredly, pretending to be in a daze, picked up a glass of water and drank it.

Then she looked back.

"Hugh, I'm going to Pulitzer Harbor next to help Mr. Lawrence fulfill his last wish. I may not be home for a few days."

Forsi said.

After thinking for a while, she added another sentence.

"Of course, it could be longer."

"Isn't one day at Pulitzer Harbor enough for a round trip?"

Hugh expressed doubts.

Forsi nodded.

"Yes, but he said Mr. Dorian over there could help me become a real astrologer."

"A true astrologer..."

Xio was slightly startled, then couldn't help but feel envious.

That's the name of Sequence 7.

Forsi has already gotten clues to Sequence 7, and may soon become a Sequence 7 astrologer.

And yourself.

She couldn't help sighing.

When can MI9 contact me?

……

"When will you take action?"

"It will be soon, don't rush it."

A man stood on the river bank and responded impatiently.

The person behind him chuckled: "Just remember, that is the secret to becoming a god. If you are afraid, you can tell me in advance. There are many people in the meeting who are willing to do it."

"Hmph, I already have a perfect plan. A mere duke can't trouble me at all."

Jason sneered, "I'm not an idiot like Qilingers, but if you guys cause trouble, I will report it later."

"Don't worry, no one dares to violate the rules in the meeting."

As he said that, the other party's figure slowly disappeared.

Jason's face was indifferent, and then he disappeared into the night.

……

"In the early hours of last night, the great detective Alvey was murdered——"

In the early morning, at the entrance of the library, newspapers written by various newspaper offices are displayed.

The same is.

The headlines above are all about the murder of a "detective".

Roy picked it up and looked at it for a few times, then looked at the front desk.

"Miss Jennifer, are there many murders like this?"

"The last two months have been a lot."

Jennifer said, lowering her voice, "You may not know that there were serial murders last month, and most of the victims were women, which scared us."

"What about this time?"

Roy mused.

Jennifer said: "This time it's a detective. We suspect that the other party may be seeking revenge for the previous killer, so we launched such a hunting operation."

"How many is this?"

"six."

Jennifer thought for a moment and gave her answer.

sixth?

Roy thought for a moment and then asked, "Does he murder in a pattern?"

"I don't know. Does it count as an interval of more than three days each time?"

She was stunned for two seconds before answering.

"of course."

Roy smiled slightly, "Thank you for your answer."

"You're welcome, it's just small talk anyway."

Jennifer smiled, then went to organize the books on the counter, and suddenly thought of something.

"By the way, Mr. Egger, this morning, when the door first opened, someone asked for you by name."

"Find me?"

"Yes, he seems to be a famous detective, but I haven't heard of it. Sorry, it's not that he is not famous enough, but I am really not very interested in detectives."

Jennifer scratched her head in embarrassment.

Roy smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, I probably know who it is."

detective.

Look for "Eiger".

At this point in time...

There is no one else but you.

"where is he?"

"It should be at the VIP booth on the second floor now."

"OK, thanks."

Roy nodded.

He walked up to the second floor.

Faced with a real detective, playing becomes much more difficult.

In other words.

If the other party can even hide it, then except for some abilities in the extraordinary field, it will be almost impossible to see through his disguise.

Roy walked up to the second floor, quickly recalling Egg White's social circle in the process, and finally determined...

He doesn't have a deep relationship with Essinger.

but.

They should know each other's names.

Thanks Liyana for getting such comprehensive information! certainly.

also possible……

Was it provided by the other party?

Although it was ridiculous, Roy felt that the latter was extremely likely.

After a while, he saw a figure in the corner.

Roy raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"As expected, it's you, Detective Essinger."

"Egg, I didn't expect it was really you. When I passed by and saw the bulletin board this morning, I almost thought I had seen it wrong."

Essinger put down a book with a gentle smile on his face.

After being modified, the useless mask can adjust the third face more loosely, which is not as free as the real faceless man, but...

Not even a detective can see through it.

Roy remembered Egg White's behavior.

"Want something to drink? I'm treating you."

This is a VIP booth with a coffee station in front.

He was going to order a cup of jasmine tea.

"same as you."

"it is good."

Roy went to the front desk and ordered two cups of jasmine tea.

The one without added sugar.

After taking the cup and sitting down, Essinger breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I believe you are the real Essinger."

"Oh? With my size, does anyone still want to imitate me?"

Roy smiled.

Essinger shook his head and lowered his voice and said: "I have recently been targeted by an apostle of desire. He seems to have a certain ability to transform and imitate."

"Apostle of Desire?"

Roy's face was solemn, but there was no wave in his heart.

Sure enough, Essinger came to him for help.

of course.

Maybe he did "happen" to see his bulletin board——

But is it possible that it was the influence of 008?

He thought for a while and said: "This kind of guy is not easy to deal with. They can sense malice and can control desire. The stronger the desire, the stronger they become."

"Including murderous desire."

Roy's expression looked serious, "I originally thought that the recent murder case was a demon performing a ritual, but I didn't expect..."

"Maybe it's not necessarily a demon."

Essinger answered.

He took out a document and said: "This is a demon dog that I reported with others before. I suspect that he is training his subordinates, so it may be a new demon."

Roy glanced at it.

Above is information about Devil Dogs.

He glanced at it, raised his head and said, "So detailed?"

"I originally planned to find another person for help, but I met you on the way."

Essinger explained.

Someone else?

Maybe the other person you are talking about is also me.

Roy understood.

He stuffed the paper back into the envelope and said, "Do you want me to help you deal with it?"

"Yes, of course. Although we are all believers in knowledge, we will not let you help for free."

Essinger said.

Roy played with the envelope, thought for a few seconds and then said: "For the sake of the God of Knowledge..."

He picked up the letter, opened it and read it carefully.

Then, Roy thought about how to answer.

After two seconds, he continued: "I think it is impossible for him to cultivate a second demon in a short time, otherwise he would not be so angry."

"Yes."

Essinger nodded.

"Besides, how could a cold-blooded person be truly angry over the death of a pet?"

Roy chuckled.

Essinger thought for a while and agreed again: "I think so too, so I am even more confused."

Roy smiled and said, "Esengard, you have been in Backlund for so long, have you ever seen magic?"

"magic?"

Of course Essinger has seen it.

Even if he hasn't seen it, he knows how magic works.

After thinking for a moment, Essinger was suddenly startled, with a trace of astonishment appearing on his face.

"what do you mean?"

"It shows that he has a bigger goal, and his current actions are all to divert everyone's attention."

Roy said.

Essinger nodded repeatedly.

He agreed.

magic.

Yes!

It's like a magic show, where you deliberately make your actions stand out in order to achieve something.

Actually.

His goal from beginning to end is to accomplish another thing.

How could a cold-blooded person really lose his mind for a pet?

Essinger suddenly became enlightened.

but.

Then, he became even more confused.

What goal makes an apostle of desire so fanatical?

This……

Incredible.

Essinger's brain is working rapidly, squeezing out thoughts and looking for possible targets.

"What do you think his goal is?"

"Essinger, this is your own business. I just came to Backlund, and you even told me about this murder case. What do you expect me to analyze?"

Roy took a sip of jasmine tea and said, "How was it in Backlund?"

"Except for this case, everything else is fine. Oh, what a headache! If I had known better, I shouldn't have coveted that gold pound."

Essinger sighed.

Then he put aside his thoughts.

"What about you?"

"Fortunately, I came to Backlund for exchange and study, and the library is a good place."

Roy smiled.

Then he sighed.

"Just a little bit."

"Compared to Lundborg, the air quality here is too bad. If our health hadn't been okay, I might have fallen ill on the first day in Backlund."

He described the terrible experience of getting out of the car.

Essinger laughed.

"I was pretty much the same at that time, but you just have to get used to this kind of thing, and the Hillston and Joe Wood districts are relatively good."

"Yeah, if you live in the East End, the Docklands, that's the worst experience."

Roy replied.

Essinger nodded: "Yes, the East District and the dock area are famous slums. Most of the polluting factories are in that area, and they are downwind..."

He knows everything about his family.

Roy listened quietly, taking a sip of tea from time to time.

After chatting for a while, he suddenly paused and said: "Esinger, do you know where there is a three-eyed night crow in Backlund?"

"Three-Eyed Night Crow?"

Essinger was slightly startled.

He recalled the information about the "Three-Eyed Night Crow", then frowned slightly and said, "Is this an extraordinary creature needed for the secret-peeping path?"

"Yes, I have been researching the ritual recently. Why do secret-peepers need the Three-Eyed Night Crow? And why do we, the learned scholars, need such a ritual to advance."

Roy replied, "Although there have been similar records in books before, I think it would be better to explore it myself."

"That's it."

Essinger thought about it carefully, then shook his head slightly, "I want to help you, but unfortunately, I really don't know the information about the Three-Eyed Night Crow."

"It doesn't matter. The reason why I looked for the Three-Eyed Night Crow is because it is a relatively typical creature that can be observed and studied. If you can't find it, you can also look for other methods."

Roy replied nonchalantly, "Okay, that's all I can help for now. If you need any other help, come back to me later. I should be here."

He picked up the book and began to read quietly.

Essinger didn't speak anymore, but drank tea and read a book.

After a while, the sun gradually rose.

He looked outside, stood up and left silently, without disturbing Roy who was reading a book.

This is a tacit understanding of readers.

but.

Essinger felt a lot more relaxed.

There is no church of the God of Knowledge in Backlund, so it is difficult for him to find any help.

But now, at least I have a reliable helper.

It's worth it even if it costs some money.

(End of this chapter)