He took the script of an exorcism legend, but became the number one anti-fraud expert.

As the morning light streamed through the windows of the stone cottage, Benjamin smelled a scent that didn't belong to this world.

Although he didn't like it, it felt somewhat unreal.

However, upon opening his eyes and seeing the simple roof, he was immediately shocked.

You don't even need to look to know who's cooking at home.

"Abby! Damn it! Who let you in?! And you even made curry?!"

"Truth is paramount, Mr. Hord. Do you know any other Indians? You even know about curry! You're quite the expert!"

Ali squatted in front of the makeshift fireplace, stirring the charred and broken pot with a twig.

"Who let you in?!"

Abby stood up, went to Benjamin's bedside, and skillfully knelt down to hand him Benjamin's leather boots.

This guy actually cleaned my shoes while I was asleep.

"It was Avery, of course. He asked me to follow you. Don't worry, Mr. Hodgson, I didn't tell him anything bad about you."

Benjamin stood there dumbfounded, muttering to himself as he put on his shoes:

"It sounds like you've betrayed your original owner, and this isn't stalking, it's trespassing!"

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"Oh, dear Mr. Hod, I have never considered Avery my master. Besides, it was so cold outside, and your door was unlocked, so I came in to spend the night. Thank you for your kindness yesterday; I used it all to buy groceries."

At first glance, the table was laden with fruits, vegetables, and meat.

This is a rare resource that is now ridiculously expensive.

Looking down, he was still barefoot.

It seems this guy didn't leave himself much money.

Why not buy yourself a pair of shoes?

Abby's eyes widened: "Mr. Hord, if I had money to buy shoes, Avery would definitely suspect that I've already sided with you."

"I did not agree to your defection to me."

"I know, I know, the Hord family must be very large, but in Windhowl Town, no one is more suitable to serve you than me."

The pot was making bubbling and hissing sounds.

Abby immediately got up and ran back to the fireplace to continue cooking.

Benjamin went to the table and abruptly pulled a bag covered in damp dirt from the array of ingredients:

"Damn it! How did you know where I buried my money?!"

"Mr. Hord, please forgive my bluntness, but that patch of soil looks like it's been dug up by a dog. You might as well put up a sign to tell everyone there's something underneath. If I don't take it away, the stalker who came with me that night is going to make a move."

Benjamin opened the bag; not a single penny was missing.

He has experience in hiding things, and the soil under the tree not only covered up the signs of disturbance, but also left no footprints!

He stared in astonishment at the figure standing before the fireplace, dressed only in a thin linen garment, even in the cold winter.

Her trouser legs were almost pulled up to her knees, and her heels were so thin they were practically just bones. One had to admire Abby's tenacious vitality and survival skills.

However, so far, the sense of 'caution' in my mind has not been activated.

Abby was not lying.

Benjamin sat in the chair and saw the jet-black ring on his index finger, as ancient and profound as the starry sky.

Is this a storage ring?

Then, filled with curiosity, he waved the food and money bag on the table.

With a thought, everything instantly appeared as if it were a phantom, weightless, and was sucked into the fingers.

This is so convenient! I no longer have to worry about my good stuff being stolen.

and also,

Last night, my journal reminded me that there was a traveling merchant in the north who owned a double-shot musket.

The mysterious spirit of the hero told me to prepare a double-barreled musket.

It seems to be a good weapon.

"Oh right, I need to go to training!"

I now do a settlement every night, and strengthening my training can quickly improve my physical fitness.

Is there anything more exciting than receiving a reward for your labor?

Abby turned his head, and when he saw that the things on the table had disappeared, he froze.

"Mr. Hord, you really are an exorcist. Only exorcists have this kind of magic that makes things disappear."

"Hmm? You've seen him before?"

"Of course! I've been to the 'Redwood Grove' bookstore in town; the owner is a witch!"

The bookstore owner.

Abby refers to Lady Roland.

Although he didn't know what a witch was, since she also had a storage ring, she must be an exorcist.

"Mr. Hord, you are very disciplined, but I advise you to go later tonight."

Why?

"When I went to the barracks this morning, I saw someone arguing with Avery. It was probably about money. You'll be idle there now; there won't be any missions today."

Upon hearing this, Benjamin thought, "Isn't this the perfect opportunity to turn them to the enemy?"

He immediately stood up and ran out the door.

Upon arriving at the barracks, just as Abby had predicted, three soldiers and some ordinary residents were arguing with Avery in the guard unit.

"Lieutenant! My husband was killed because of your dispatch. Shouldn't he receive a condolence payment?"

"Damn it, how many times do I have to say it? From the day the guard regiment was established, it has been stated that all casualties and consequences are the sole responsibility of the individual!"

A soldier stepped forward:

"Enough, Avery! Don't we know how much money you've embezzled?! A major cold wave is coming soon; you should at least give the families of the injured and deceased some money so they can get through the winter safely, shouldn't you?!"

"Then go find the captain. I'm not responsible for the safety of my soldiers!"

"Damn it!"

The soldier was about to rush forward and attack, but was stopped by the other soldiers.

"What are you doing?! Are you trying to rebel?! If you dare lay a hand on your superior, I'll report your name and label you a traitor!"

Upon hearing that they were to become rebels, the men silently withdrew their hands.

"I quit!"

"Me too!"

Seeing the other party's fear, Avery became even more unscrupulous, and he sneered:

"You don't want to? Fine, leaving the regiment without permission while the captain is away is still considered desertion, and you'll be court-martialed when the captain returns."

Upon hearing this, several soldiers were furious:

"This is fraud! You don't pay us, you force us to work, there's no compensation if we die, and you won't let us leave!"

Avery sneered, his hand gripping the musket tightly.

With the captain absent, the lieutenant, as the lieutenant himself, had the authority to execute the rebels on the spot.

The sight of the dark gun muzzle startled the soldiers, and their evasive glances made Avery beam with delight.

After all, everyone knows what the consequences of disobeying military orders are.

"Avery! The money is rightfully ours; it's the rule of the Guard!"

"Rules? Go talk to the captain. Let's see if you can survive until after the cold wave!"

Just as the two sides were about to draw their swords, they suddenly heard panting.

Very regular,

Everyone turned around and saw Benjamin running.

Benjamin listened to their argument the whole time, and in order to save time, he ran while listening.

Avery's method for dealing with soldiers was simple and basic, but it was indeed the most effective.

It's the same principle as threatening graduate students with graduation to do work for their advisors for free.

If Avery were to truly give up, he would have no other choice.

After all, let alone a major cold wave, given the current reality of not being able to leave the town, if they really wanted to rebel, Avery would be completely helpless.

However, the reason these soldiers dared not take action was partly because they feared being labeled as rebels.

on the other hand......

They haven't been driven into a truly desperate situation yet.