With a somewhat strange look on his face, Benjamin followed the four thieves and walked into the house.
The size of the house is not small, but when viewed from the inside, it does not appear spacious at all. A wide variety of metal materials, as if copied and pasted, are lined up on the shelves of the house. Even the positions and angles are exactly the same. It is simply a paradise for obsessive-compulsive disorder.
And such shelves almost fill the entire house. They are arranged neatly, with the same distance between each shelf. The gap left is just enough for two people to pass through. Moreover, apart from these shelves, there seemed to be no other furniture in the room.
The elder is crazy enough to decorate his home like this.
Benjamin couldn’t help but complain.
"I'm sorry, I'm not very mobile and can't greet guests arriving from far away. Please don't mind." At this moment, the man's voice came again from a few shelves away.
With a creaking sound, behind the shelf on the left, a person sat on a special wheelchair made of wood and metal, pushing the wheels and slowly drove out.
… Um
Benjamin raised his eyebrows.
"You are that elder?"
I saw a thin young man sitting in a wheelchair. His face looked like he was in his thirties at most, but his hair had all turned white, and there was no black hair at all, which looked a bit strange. Maybe it was because he didn't sleep. There was a hint of exhaustion in his expression, coupled with the white hair on his head, it made people feel that he might die suddenly at any time.
At this moment, the man in the wheelchair also looked at Benjamin. Then he nodded.
"It's just a silly nickname. There are no gangs here, and there is no position like an elder." He smiled politely, and then said, "I should not have seen this guest before. I don’t know why you came to such a remote place.”
When Benjamin heard this, he suddenly felt something bad.
The other party may also have some means to discover the peeping that he just used the water element. Therefore, although the other party still looked very friendly, it could be heard that he had no good impression of Benjamin.
This is not good...
"My name is Benjamin, and I am here to visit you." He quickly introduced himself, "I think you have heard my name, right?"
Needless to say, the other party sent people to secretly change the robes on the exhibition. As the organizer of the exhibition, Benjamin, how could he not have heard of it
Sure enough, when he heard Benjamin's name, the wheelchair man's eyes changed.
After a brief silence, he looked at the four thieves behind Benjamin with some confusion.
"What exactly is going on?"
Suddenly, the four of them huddled together, hesitating and saying nothing.
"Let me explain." Benjamin took over the conversation and said slowly, "I discovered them when they were secretly changing their robes. However, I also saw your robe, and I was surprised that Freden actually There are also people who know how to make magic props. So, instead of arresting them, I forced them to bring me here to visit you."
Hearing this, the man in the wheelchair held his forehead weakly.
"Elder, really don't blame us. This mage is so powerful, he forced us to do this." A thief quickly walked up, holding the wheelchair, and said cautiously.
"...you guys go away."
As if they had received an amnesty, the four of them bowed several times to the two of them, turned around, and left happily.
"Why bother? Why do you want to find these four guys to secretly exchange things?" When Benjamin saw this, he couldn't help but look at him sympathetically and asked.
"They are the most suitable candidates." The man in the wheelchair shook his head and said, "Although I have never felt nervous, their performance in professional skills was passable before. So, I thought they could succeed, so I gave them They have a lot of useful little things.”
Hearing this, Benjamin smiled slightly: "A practical little thing... is this what you are talking about?"
He took out the few wooden plank-shaped magic props he had seized from the thieves.
When the man in the wheelchair saw this, his expression suddenly became a little solemn.
"It seems we can't blame them." He narrowed his eyes and looked at Benjamin, "Their mission will fail, not because they are useless, but because of your presence, right?"
Benjamin felt the tension in the atmosphere, spread his hands, and explained: "Don't worry, I'm not here to accuse."
He also thought about tying people up and then using curses and torture to make the wheelchair man do things for him. It's a pity that looking at the other party like this, after being punished once, he is probably dead before he can start producing.
Besides, he is a talent after all, and he is not that bad yet, so he should just speak nicely.
"Then...are you here for my magic props?" The man in the wheelchair asked again.
"So be it." Benjamin nodded, trying to look more sincere and trustworthy, "However, I will come to visit. For more reasons, I still feel that such an amazing production level should not be buried in this desert. .”
Hearing this, the man in the wheelchair let out an emotionless laugh.
"Buried... So how can I not be buried? Should I build a workshop and earn a steady stream of money, or should I build an army and conquer the world?" He shook his head and said indifferently, "I think it's good now. "
When Benjamin saw this, he couldn't help but take a deep breath.
This is an expected situation...
Choosing to live in seclusion in the desert of the Eastern Border shows that the other party has no ambitions. It is absolutely normal for him to give such an answer.
However, Benjamin was not discouraged.
"If you really think it's good, why do you study magic props day and night, and even find someone to secretly change our robes to study the differences in production?" He looked into the other person's eyes and said slowly , "Those are all excuses. You obviously think it's not good enough now, so you do this, right?"
“…”
The man in the wheelchair was speechless.
Seeing this, Benjamin smiled, took out a storm cloak made by the landlady from the package, and handed it to the other party.
"This is the robe we made. I believe it is what you need." He said with a smile, "Actually, I am also curious about the difference between our production techniques."
Hearing this, the man in the wheelchair silently took the robe without refusing.
He studied the stormcloak carefully.
"It seems that there is no difference in our designs." After a while, he put down his robe and said, "The materials and steps should be the same. Your weaving techniques are good, but in terms of the coordination of elements and materials It's still a bit unfamiliar, so the power of the robe produced is not large enough."
That's it...
Benjamin nodded thoughtfully.
"Then...do you have any books on this subject?"
The man in the wheelchair sneered and said: "How could it be possible? Forget it in other places, but in Frieden, there will be no books about magic props, let alone magic props production technology."
Benjamin frowned.
… Are you still unwilling to reveal anything
"Well, let's make a deal." After thinking about it, he said, "I'll tell you the source of my design drawings, and you have to tell me yours."
But the man in the wheelchair shook his head and said, "I know the origin of your production technology."
"How do you know?"
"Because of the invitation letter for your exhibition, I also tried my best to get one." The man in the wheelchair replied calmly. "There is a catalog of exhibits on the invitation letter. I glanced at it. They were all the most popular types of methods more than 300 years ago. Robe. I think you must have explored some ruins and accidentally obtained something left by the mages of that era."
He... guessed it right.
Now, the speechless man became Benjamin.
"Master Benjamin, I appreciate your ambition and hard work, but some things may not be rewarded." Seeing this, the man in the wheelchair shook his head and said, "As soon as you came here, you wanted to use magic to peek. Those four unlucky guys were even cursed by you. With all the facts before my eyes, to be honest, I can’t believe what you said.”
“…”
Benjamin was speechless.
Didn’t you say you haven’t slept yet? What a cheat... I stayed up until after one o'clock in the afternoon, how could I have such a clear idea!