Three days later.
The landlady brought a finished storm cloak to Benjamin for inspection.
The silver-white soft fur is hanging down, beautiful but not eye-catching. Lacquered crow feathers adorn the upper part of the cloak, forming a pattern similar to flowing clouds. On the inside of the cloak, embroidered with brown lines, is a strange semicircle with a small gap.
Benjamin held it in his hand and could even feel a breeze blowing beside him. Then, an expression of surprise appeared on his face.
Thanks to the craftsmanship of the landlady, they tried to make magic props for the first time. The process was smoother than expected, saving countless materials, and in the end, they produced such a high-quality finished product.
The same magic props will have different quality due to different production techniques. The production drawing also said that if a breeze can spontaneously pick up around the cloak, it means that the quality has reached a high level. When a mage puts it on, the power of wind magic is doubled.
Being able to do this for the first time, the boss lady really has a bright future!
With this thought, Benjamin handed the storm cloak back.
"After all, it's the first thing we made, so you can take it. You can wear it yourself or keep it as a souvenir. If you sell it, it's best to wait for a while. In short, this thing It’s yours now.”
The landlady held the cloak and was a little surprised: "Then you..."
Benjamin shrugged and said, "It's not that I don't want it, but I don't use wind magic. Besides, you worked hard these past few days to make it, so just keep it yourself!"
Making magic props takes up the proprietress's own training time. Although they are now like a family, he certainly can't deny others any benefits.
When capitalists exploit people, they have to pay some wages, let alone him.
Hearing this, the proprietress nodded happily and said, "Okay, I'll keep it."
Seeing this, Benjamin smiled and then said: "By the way, I have also thought about finding helpers for you. These production drawings are confidential and cannot be shared externally, so I discussed it with a nearby textile workshop Okay, they are also willing to take on some semi-finished work. In the future, if you have any steps in the production process that non-lawyers can complete, you can hand them over piecemeal, and the wages will be deducted directly from my account. He only We will handle the semi-finished products for you, but the entire production method is still in our hands.”
The landlady thought for a while and said, "Okay, which workshop is it?"
Benjamin told the landlady his address and contact person, and she nodded, took her cloak, and left happily.
"Huh... making magic props is on the right track now." Seeing the landlady return to her room, Benjamin closed the door, stretched out, and sighed.
Although nothing unexpected happened in the past three days, purchasing materials, negotiating with the workshop owner, asking Varys to start doing the accounting in this area, and inquiring about the market for Freden's magic props... all kinds of chores still occupied a lot of his time. time.
He almost didn't have time to deal with that sect and investigate Master Finch.
Speaking of which, it’s time for the seeds he planted in the Master Freemasonry to sprout, right
Therefore, after another day of rest, he quietly went out the next morning and disguised himself as he went to the streets where the "Keahura'an" cult was located.
Compared with the last time I visited, these streets are really quite deserted. The strange temple where he pretended to listen to the lecture now also looked pitch black, and the traces of being burned by the fire had not yet recovered. Even the restaurant where Benjamin had beef noodles last time seems to have been affected and is closed.
It's indeed quite miserable, but there is no way. Benjamin's goal is not that these people are miserable, but that they disappear completely.
So, he walked on the street, letting go of the water element's perception, and observed the situation of the residents inside the door. However, as he walked past each house, he found that these people wearing small round hats were living quite well. They just closed the doors and windows and kept a low profile, but there was no shortage of beef and mutton on the altar at home.
Seeing this, Benjamin frowned.
He has warned the Masters and Freemasons, but four days have passed and the Masters or the military personnel have not started to take action
It's weird...
Just when he thought something had happened, suddenly, several soldiers came over and stopped Benjamin, who was still thinking.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?"
The tone that sounded like an interrogation also stunned Benjamin, who was still thinking about things.
etc…
Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something. Instead of answering the soldiers, he asked: "I'm sorry, are you the soldiers who came to investigate because someone attacked here some time ago?"
Several soldiers looked at each other with strange expressions.
"Hey, we are asking you, why are you asking us back?" A soldier said fiercely, "Say, who are you? What are you doing here? If you don't tell us, we will treat you as a prisoner. Catch him!"
Unfortunately, after hearing the soldier's threat, Benjamin not only did not feel afraid, but instead became a little surprised.
"You are indeed the ones sent to investigate this matter!" He held the soldier's hand and said slightly excitedly, "Who is your commander? I want to see him. I have something very important to tell him. "
The soldiers were stunned.
"you you… "
"Who is your commander? Who is in charge of this matter?" Benjamin continued to ask.
"It's... Lord Knight Lance."
"Take me to him."
"You... no, what on earth do you want to do?" At this time, the soldiers probably came to their senses, looked at Benjamin in disbelief, and said, "Why should I listen to you? Who are you? You are the Lord Knight. Can you see me if you want?"
Hearing this, Benjamin was also a little distressed.
Without being able to meet anyone higher up, how could he ensure that the Freeden officials would not let this sect go
After thinking about it, he said: "That's good. Do you think I'm suspicious? Come on, arrest me for interrogation. I know a lot about this matter. As long as your commander comes over, I will tell him everything." Quick, catch me!"
“…”
Several soldiers looked at Benjamin and wondered if they were dreaming.
"Are you crazy?"
"No, I'm not crazy. I'm already so suspicious, why haven't you arrested me yet?"
"Crazy..." Several soldiers shook their heads, showed expressions like eating food, turned around and were about to leave.
"Hey, don't leave."
"Don't come here! Come here again and we'll arrest you."
"Then you should catch me!"
"Crazy, let's leave quickly and ignore him."
Seeing this, Benjamin couldn’t do anything. He chased after him and kicked a soldier hard on the butt. He used so much force that he kicked the man until he screamed, lost his balance, and fell flat on the hard ground.
“…”
Several other soldiers turned around and looked at him as if they were crazy.
"How many sins did they commit in their last life to meet a lunatic like you?" The system suddenly appeared and sighed in a sympathetic tone.
Benjamin ignored it.
In reality, he shrugged and said helplessly to the soldiers: "I'm sorry, I hope I didn't hurt you, but... you have a valid reason to arrest me now, right?"