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

The atmosphere in the barracks became peaceful.

The soldiers excitedly gathered together to share their views on the current situation.

Benjamin smiled. "Avery, how about we make a bet?"

"Gambling? I don't have the wealth and resources of the Hord family."

"No, we'll bet. If I can save 80% of the people this cold wave, then you'll promote me to lieutenant, how about it?"

Avery's gaze became unfocused: "Buddy, although you're the first nobleman I've ever met, and I believe that with your wealth you can do almost anything, don't forget, some things can't be solved with money."

"For example?"

Benjamin gave a half-smile, mocking Avery for saying such a thing, a man so obsessed with money.

At the same time, he also tried to take the image of the playboy tycoon to a deeper level.

Avery smiled. "It's just the two of us. I'll be frank. I'm not stupid. I understand that if I weren't a lieutenant, I would never have had the chance to get close to someone like you. If I lose my lieutenant position, I'm nothing."

"Haha, you're certainly not stupid, but why don't you think about things a little further ahead?"

"What do you mean?"

"My dear Lieutenant Avery, haven't you ever thought about the day someone would call you Captain Avery?"

Avery's pupils dilated in shock. He wanted to cover Benjamin's mouth, but then slowly withdrew his hand.

"Dude, are you serious?" Avery's eyes lit up with anticipation.

Benjamin didn't answer; he patted Avery on the shoulder.

It's like a seasoned veteran telling a green recruit the key to success in life.

Avery stood there, stunned, and didn't press the matter further.

"..."

Benjamin returned to his barracks room and used a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his run inside his lining.

His eyes swept across the corners of the room, and the previously suppressed and hushed discussions quietly disappeared.

Everyone was unusually quiet; some were checking the weapons, while others were staring at Benjamin.

Benjamin knew perfectly well that when people decide to make a big splash, they become less inclined to communicate with others.

Because they all know what to do next, it eliminates confusion.

As for what to do, you have to listen to Benjamin.

Pete sat down, and Benjamin told him about the bet he had just made with Avery.

"He believed it?" Pete asked, somewhat incredulously.

"Of course, with the groundwork laid by the Hod family, he had no choice but to believe it. Don't forget, people can't help being greedy. When blinded by greed, even if I said I could produce pounds, he would catch me with both hands."

"Okay, your analogy is good." Pete nodded. "So, what's the next step?"

"Hmm... at least now Avery won't waste his energy trying to trip me up. I think it's time."

"Hmm? What are you planning to do?"

Benjamin bit his lip, looking at the exhausted yet impatient soldiers: "Let's go, to the Blackswamp."

"Kuronuma? You're already prepared to spend money?"

"That's right."

"Buddy, I saw your wallet last time. Based on my reasoning, if you keep spending like this, you probably won't survive the big cold wave."

Benjamin chuckled dryly; he was grateful for Pete's reminder.

That's why he was even more eager to go to the Black Swamp.

Go and see what the journal reminds me of, just how much profit that "wandering monster merchant" can bring me.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Moonstone City, Saint Bias Exorcism Academy.

"Hehehe, this is not impossible, but it will be difficult."

As the only non-exorcist in Windhowl Town who directly confronts evil spirits with sheer strength.

Captain Tennessee of the Windhowl Town Guard Regiment was speechless; his main task was to ensure the safety of the Windhowl Town mayor on the way.

Tennessee couldn't help but look up at the exorcism school's offices. They were opulent, with walls covered in books, medals representing honors, and several bottles of fluorescent liquid on the desks.

Tennessee had been to the underground caves before, and he knew that this was an energy liquid extracted from evil spirits or refined from fluorescent stones, a substance that exorcists and evil spirits used to replenish their power.

Some non-exorcists also desperately need this energy, which can be used to make exorcism potions.

Although he didn't understand exorcism alchemy and had no magic markings on his body, he knew from the brief purple light and floating white dots that he had just seen that this bottle of exorcists' favorite product cost at least tens of thousands of pounds!

Meanwhile, in this office, the abbot, the mayor, and Professor Locke are discussing the life and death of a small border town.

"Difficulty? What exactly are you referring to, Dean? Our Windhowl Town can provide ample food and comfortable accommodations, as long as we can send your esteemed school's outstanding students to Windhowl Town for exorcism practice during the annual cold snap."

The exorcist dean smiled but didn't reply. He glanced at Professor Locke standing to the side and stroked his beard.

Professor Locke understood immediately: "Mayor Levan may not know this, but the practical courses at St. Bias Exorcism Academy are not learning, they are internships."

practice.....

Not only did Lewandowski's expression change, but Tennessee was also taken aback.

If it's an internship, it means that students have to be paid a salary and the college has to pay a sponsorship fee; this is an ironclad rule.

Mayor Levan quickly looked at the abbot with pleading eyes.

However, the latter just smiled and his meaning was clear: I'll help, but whether it succeeds or not is up to you.

Mayor Levan clenched his fists, ready to try again, to plead for mercy.

The exorcist dean had already seen the predicament of Windhowl Town. He stood up without a word and left on his own.

"Dean..."

Professor Locke stepped forward to help the dean up, then turned to Mayor Levan and said coldly, "The dean has to go to class. Let's talk about it tomorrow."

tomorrow.....

It's tomorrow again. How many tomorrows has it been?

Tennessee thought to himself, "The people of Windhowl are living in dire straits. If we don't go back now, we'll miss the best time to return!"

Tennessee withdrew his earlier fascination with the exorcism academy. Of course, he could see that it all came down to money!

"That's settled then. I'll head back now. You guys think it over."

The abbot of the monastery waved his hand and left, looking disappointed.

At that moment, only Mayor Levan and Captain Tennessee were in the office.

"Mayor Levan, if this matter is delayed any longer, we will miss the best opportunity to return."

"I know, but if we can't handle it well, there's no point in going back."

"Should we try asking other exorcism academies?"

Mayor Levan gave a wry smile: "Moonstone City only has two academies, one is St. Bias Academy, and the other is Sva Academy. The other academies are too far away, and we can't afford the students' travel expenses. Are you suggesting we go ask Sva Academy?"

"..."

Tennessee sighed in exasperation; St. Bias College was sponsored by local nobles.

Mayor Levan chose to come here to discuss cooperation partly because the abbot of the Windhowl Monastery was acquainted with Professor Locke of this town.

On the other hand, the Dean of St. Bias College has the right to directly decide on all teaching matters, including the internship programs required by the Hamlet Federation.

The Sva Academy, on the other hand, is a directly administered institution of the city-state center, that is, the federal government.

Of course, the teaching staff is stronger and the students are of a higher level.

However, Svaq College is very formal; their procedures are complicated, from application to processing, and then to student placement. I guess the major cold wave has long since passed.

Moreover, the surrounding major cities have already reached cooperation agreements with Sva Academy, so it's not Windhowl Town's turn.

"Oh, right! Mayor Levan, I remember that bookstore manager, wasn't he a professor at Svay College? Back then, after those thugs on Cross Street harassed the employees, we were in charge of arresting them."

Mayor Levan rolled his eyes at him: "Don't even mention it! That kind of person only makes demands of me; I have no right to discuss cooperation with others, besides..."

"Sigh, she gave me a brief warning last time not to let the people from the monastery in, but I didn't listen. Who would have thought I'd let a wolf into the house and drive them away?"

"Gone?" Tennessee exclaimed in surprise. "At this hour? A major cold wave is almost here, where did she go?"

"Nonsense, of course she'll return to the city-state. What evil spirit could stop a great figure like Roland? Where wouldn't she be welcome?"

"They're gone... so be it, no one else will help anyway."

Mayor Levan smiled wryly: "Do you know how we survived the major cold wave of the past two years? You think the F-level evil spirits on the surface are troublesome enough, but what about those underground? Those ferocious and terrifying creatures, she dealt with them all by herself."

Tennessee was taken aback. Although he had been down into the crypt before, he had only ever been to the entrance and never ventured deep inside.

For him, the evil spirits on the ground had already cost him enough soldiers.

"Then wouldn't that mean this year...?"

"Alright, alright, stop talking and let me think of a solution."

"..."