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

In front of the monastery gates of Windhowl Town, hushed conversations could be heard from the crowd.

"Donating to the monastery is a good thing, but why does the priest look so hesitant? Could he be going to take the money and then deny it?"

"Hmph, since the evil spirits have been active, this monastery has made a lot of money from holy water. I heard that the monastery has been involved in a lot of disputes lately. If it weren't for the mayor backing it up and guaranteeing it, it probably would have gone out of business long ago."

For the first time, Benjamin found gossip pleasant.

The price of holy water has skyrocketed since the number of evil spirits increased.

In the past, holy water in monasteries and temples could be freely obtained from the altar using empty bottles.

I don't know when it started, but they've begun charging for holy water.

It was quite cheap at first, so I figured I'd get through this together.

But later it became £2 a bottle, £3... and even £5!

The monastery also created an anxiety of scarcity, constantly propagating fears of evil spirits.

Seeing that things were going badly, the priest narrowed his eyes and quickly changed the subject:

"Are you sure you gave that much money? That's no small sum."

Twenty cases... one case contains 12 bottles, totaling £1200!

People's attention immediately shifted from the holy water to wondering where Benjamin got so much money!

They looked at Benjamin, dressed in linen, with suspicion in their eyes about his identity.

The priest noticed a subtle change in the crowd's expressions and continued to press for answers:

"Buddy, even if you really gave that much money, I would admire your love for the orphanage, but holy water is not for children to bathe in, but for the benefit of all people."

Father Robin's gaze swept across the crowd, and several men hidden among them quickly responded with cheers.

At the same time, he quietly moved towards Benjamin's direction, clearly trying to pull Benjamin out before things got out of control.

Benjamin had already noticed those malicious eyes. He immediately stepped forward and stood in front of the box full of holy water, avoiding their pursuit, and patted the box with his palm:

"As I said before, the money has already been given, and I'm taking it to give to the children. I've had enough of this chaotic world. Everyone is indifferent to the children, and no one is willing to help them. Last month, two children went missing from the orphanage!"

Benjamin continued to press him, ignoring the trap the priest had set for him.

[Acting Skill Activated: You burst into tears, and the surrounding crowd cast approving glances your way.]

"That's right! If no one takes care of them, they'll just be taken away by evil spirits. The orphanage doesn't even have any guards!"

"Yes! We can't abandon children who can't even kill a chicken!"

Upon hearing this, several women holding children couldn't help but echo his sentiments.

Seeing this, Benjamin felt a little more confident.

Everyone knows the current situation of the orphanage. It is located on the edge of Wind Howl Town, and the security situation is even worse than it used to be at Crossroads.

Benjamin raised his fist and shouted, "They're just children! They can't be without protection!"

Among the crowd, people looked at each other, and even some passersby who had never intended to buy the holy water joined in the commotion.

For them, chaos is something to be happy about.

After all, chaos can sometimes bring unexpected benefits.

"That's right! I support this gentleman!"

"Me too!"

Seeing that the situation was about to spiral out of control, Father Robin finally lost his composure and asked:

"How can you prove you paid? I know all the big shots in Windhowl Town who can come up with 1200 pounds."

Benjamin laughed; that was exactly what he was waiting for: "Who said I was the only one who paid? I have someone backing me up, and Nia knows that. You can call her out for a confrontation."

[The "Actor" skill is activated: the key name "Nia" reappears, and the priest begins to suspect that you really have someone backing you, while the public's trust begins to rise.]

Speechless was the only word to describe the expressions of all the clergy at that moment.

Who says that you have to remove the millstone before you can kill it?

The same principle applies to killing the donkey first and then unloading the millstone.

The idea that "dead men tell no tales" isn't just a tactic unique to monasteries; as long as one acts shamelessly first, they won't be able to break this deadlock.

Who told your monastery to behave so badly and offend so many people?

If they run their businesses properly and contribute to the people, their antics are completely unfounded.

Benjamin continued, "My purpose was to donate the holy water to the orphanage! It wasn't for personal gain! This holy water was used to benefit people in the name of God. As clergy, are you unwilling to acknowledge this? Are you determined to make this money against your conscience?"

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

Regarding holy water, its transformation from a public good to a commodity, followed by a price gouging, has long been a source of public discontent.

Nobody's a fool; the priests and nuns, and even the entire monastery, were all taking advantage of the disaster to make a fortune.

Benjamin stepped forward, giving everyone an immediate outlet. Amidst low murmurs of speculation, everyone's eyes turned malevolent.

Father Robin panicked and fixed his gaze on the crowd again.

However, the inside agents had no way to make a move, since Benjamin's position was too far forward.

"But, isn't twenty boxes of holy water too much? There don't seem to be that many children in the orphanage."

Father Robin tried to salvage the situation.

But Benjamin wasn't about to give him the chance; this was exactly the moment he'd been waiting for.

"...Yes, Father, you're right. I might have bought too much..."

Father Robin raised his eyebrows slightly and visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

"So, Father, let's refund half the money, and leave the rest of the holy water for others who need it."

"...Cough cough cough!"

Refund?

This really gave Father Robin quite a slap in the face.

Benjamin knew that in the past, no one had ever dared to demand a refund when the monastery was sold.

For example, they promised a refund if you didn't learn the advanced exorcism course purchased at the monastery.

However, the prerequisite is that the trainee must go to the cave for a trial. If the "Perseverance Test" is indeed failed, then a refund will be issued.

Upon hearing that they would be going to a cave, the trainees would all admit that their skills were not up to par.

After all, who would dare risk their life to verify the truth?

Of course, some were not convinced, so they remained in the cave forever.

Father Robin laughed in exasperation. He looked at Benjamin with righteous indignation, raised his arm, and pointed northwest:

"The money for the holy water in the monastery has all been given to the city-state of Hamlet; there's no money to refund you!"

"No problem, I'll sell it right here, to everyone here, for £2 a bottle!"

"..."

As soon as he said this, the crowd stirred, and all eyes were fixed on Benjamin and the holy water behind him.

Father Robin was taken aback.

Benjamin chuckled to himself.

He understands human nature. This batch of holy water was brought by the Father himself, and now he is using love to deliver welfare. Even the most foolish people will know who to stand with.

If the priest refuses again, he will offend the public, making it even more difficult for the already disreputable monastery to operate in the future...

Benjamin ignored the priest who was gritting his teeth and pried open the holy water box on his own, starting to hawk his wares.

Sure enough, the crowd surged forward, desperately stuffing their money into Benjamin's arms.

All of this happened so fast that the people in the monastery didn't have time to react, let alone dare to stop it.

Some people who didn't have much money on them quickly ran to nearby shops to borrow some.

Benjamin looked at the crowd who couldn't stop and understood.

Holy water is being hyped up like gold at the monastery. These people buy it here today and resell it to someone else for £5 tomorrow, doubling their profits immediately!

Everyone despises taking advantage of others in their time of need, but when profits are readily available...

Who would want to miss such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?

Seeing the crowd spiraling out of control, Father Robin turned around, approached the nun, and whispered a question:

"Niya, where is she?"

They ran away.

"Damn it, that prostitute, why is she selling holy water!"

"No, Father, as far as I know, she does not sell holy water."

Father Robin was stunned: "What did you say? Speak clearly!"

"This Benjamin, the money he spent was..."

"explain!"

The nun trembled, regretting that she hadn't explained things more clearly earlier, because she too had been swayed by Benjamin. She lowered her head:

"Niya knows the rules; she wouldn't touch the holy water business. It's more likely she'll be dealing in advanced exorcism courses or enrollment fees at an exorcism academy..."

"What did you say?! How much did he give?"

The nun trembled as she opened her five fingers.

"How much?! 500?!" Father Robin's head spun. "I knew it! There are hardly any nobles in Windhowl Town. Who would be so foolish as to donate 1200 to an orphanage?! He's a complete and utter fraud!"

"No, it's 5..."

"What?! Five pounds?! Nia disappeared for five pounds?"

"I...I don't know what happened, Nia just suddenly disappeared."

Father Robin's fingernails were almost digging into his flesh as he glared angrily at Benjamin, who was frantically stuffing money into his pocket.

If eyes were knives, they would probably have torn Benjamin to pieces long ago, and fed his bones to the dogs.

Benjamin was extremely busy, collecting money and handing out holy water at the same time.

I wish I could use both feet, but I still have to suppress the urge to smile that's harder to control than an AK.

He sold the holy water that cost 5 pounds for only 2 pounds. People thought he was losing money to do charity, but he actually made a huge profit!

He even won the support of a group of townspeople!

He did a good deed, but the monastery suffered losses.

Father Robin must be hating me to death by now, and he might even send someone to stab me in the back when I'm not looking.

Fortunately, I had already planned a backup plan.

But let's collect the money first; this is the first pot of gold I've earned since transmigrating.

As his money bag grew heavier and heavier, he wondered to himself, "Is this what it feels like to make a fortune?"

Robin, over 36 years old, looked like a helpless child being dragged into a confessional by a priest...

Father Robin could no longer tolerate it; he grabbed the thugs who had been cowering before and dared not make a move:

"Make him disappear, and give me my money back!"

The thugs quickly nodded in agreement and then blended back into the crowd to wait for their chance.

Time passed second by second.

At this point, the supply of holy water was almost depleted.

Benjamin couldn't stop them; they had agreed on half, but only the last box remained!

If it weren't for those women with children stopping them, this last box wouldn't have been saved!

"Tsk, oh no, it seems we don't have enough holy water left for the orphanage. How about this, ladies, please take this last box and donate it to the orphanage."

The women exchanged glances; they had been worried that the holy water might be stolen.

It would be best if they could take it and deliver it now...

"May I ask your name...? We will put your name on this box of holy water to indicate that it was a gift from you."

"Benjamin Hodgson".

After Benjamin finished speaking, he turned around, took out £200 from his pocket, and handed it to Father Robin.

"Father, could you please bring another 200 pounds of holy water tomorrow? I want to distribute it free of charge to the guards of Windhowl Town. They work hard guarding the city gates, and I hope to give them some support."

Seeing Father Robin's seemingly blank expression, Benjamin grinned:

"Father, I'm working for the good of everyone. I'll provide the money, you just need to do the work. Surely you won't refuse?"

[The "Actor" skill is activated: The surrounding crowd is captivated by your acting skills, praising your greatness and selflessness.]

Benjamin voluntarily chose to abandon darkness and embrace light, using the funds he obtained from the fraudsters for charitable purposes—a virtue.

[Virtue: Fountain Accumulation Progress: 6%]

The "Caution" talent has been reactivated; the "Actor" talent is temporarily locked.

"Lord Hord! You are truly amazing!"

"Yes! You must be a nobleman, right?"

"Lord Hord! We admire you!"