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

"Ouch—, ouch!"

Inside the stone house in Windhowl, Benjamin struggled to turn over.

My whole body aches terribly, especially my head; the excruciating pain from yesterday has returned...

He rubbed his temples with his fingers and forced himself to sit up.

My whole body aches, so I have to postpone today's training?

However, upon further reflection,

If you give up when you encounter difficulties, wouldn't you be just like your predecessor?

But isn't that just too painful?

Benjamin rolled up his sleeves and looked at the spot where the spider had bitten him.

After rinsing with holy water, there was absolutely no sign of infection, and scabs formed.

But the obvious soreness in his muscles was more painful for him, from his shoulders to his back, then his waist, and finally his calves.

When I think about the repeated pulling and thrusting in the mud yesterday, it is normal for my muscles to feel sore.

But I clearly overexerted myself fighting the fishmen on the shore that day, so why didn't I experience any aftereffects?

Is this the negative impact of "torture"...?

and,

After yesterday's perseverance test, the "torture" did not receive a response from that mysterious person.

It seems that his arrival must be predicated on the awakening of virtue.

Now that I've acquired a double-shot musket as he requested, I should be able to learn even more combat skills.

The log has now turned to the combat skills learning chapter, and there is great anticipation for upgrading combat skills.

Benjamin suddenly remembered the voice in his head last night.

"An exorcist guide is about to arrive in Windhowl Town..."

Benjamin's mood brightened.

finally coming?

It's often said that a benefactor is the most important help in one's career, and that's certainly true; after all, many people even specifically seek out benefactors for good fortune.

Benjamin turned his head and looked at Viktor's sleeping bag.

The place was empty except for Viktor. He seemed to have gone out, but since the sleeping bag was still there, it meant he hadn't left without saying goodbye.

He sighed inwardly: Who says there can only be one benefactor? Victor can be considered one of my benefactors too.

He smiled with satisfaction, once again relieved that he hadn't made an outrageous demand yesterday, thus avoiding the other party's rejection.

With Victor around, there shouldn't be any worries about financial operations in the future.

Just as Benjamin was putting on his shoes, he heard hurried footsteps outside the door.

"Something terrible has happened, Mr. Hord!"

Abby rushed into the room in a flustered manner, hands on her knees, panting heavily:

"Mr. Hodgson... Avery, he's looking for you!"

"Looking for me? It's not time for the guard regiment to be on duty yet."

"No, no, he wants to hold you accountable..."

"Accountability?"

Did someone find out that he was keeping an undead in his home? Or was he trying to steal the spotlight and was about to get back at Avery?

However, Benjamin remained calm; no matter how troublesome the situation, there was always a solution.

As far as I can remember, several members of the guard had close ties with Avery.

I imagine someone has already reported what happened yesterday to Avery verbatim.

I was actually mentally prepared for this...

Now that I have money and connections, I don't need to worry too much.

With that in mind, Benjamin slowly put on his boots.

"Don't rush, Abby, speak slowly."

"It's those guys from the monastery! They colluded with the townspeople to harass us, claiming that the guards brought ghoul corpses back to town, posing a risk of spreading the plague!"

Upon hearing this, Benjamin froze, staring wide-eyed at Abby.

"Ha! This is great! I was worried they'd pretend not to hear. Let's go take a look!"

"Oh?! Mr. Hord, do you have some plans?"

Benjamin didn't answer; he just walked towards the barracks with a smile on his face...

On the way, even though his muscles were sore, Benjamin still managed to leave the agile Abby behind.

Even as the body gradually warmed up, the muscle soreness was relieved.

"Mr. Hord... Ha, ha, wait for me."

Abby was panting heavily, watching Benjamin walk briskly as if he were riding a horse, leaving Abby breathless.

Benjamin was overjoyed; it seemed his personal attributes had improved by leaps and bounds in just two days.

The immediate reward after his efforts made him feel more grounded and grounded.

Before long, the two arrived near the entrance of the guard regiment's barracks, located in the northeast corner of the town.

Upon closer inspection, he recognized several familiar faces among the townspeople; if he remembered correctly, they were the same guys who had chased him down with Jeff last time.

"Lieutenant Avery, I'm stating the facts. Ghouls are long-rotten, infected corpses. What are your intentions in bringing them to town? Are you trying to kill everyone for money?!"

"Bullshit! What good would it do me to kill the townspeople? Damn Robin! Stop spouting nonsense. This has nothing to do with me. Go ask Lieutenant Hord yourself when he gets here!"

Faced with the townspeople pointing and whispering about him, Avery blushed and roared at the silent soldiers beside him:

"Hey! You bunch of guys, why aren't you saying anything?! Tell me, why did you bring back the ghoul's head?!"

However, the soldiers of the guard regiment simply stood upright in front of the guard regiment's barracks and did not say a word.

Seeing this, Avery stamped his feet in frustration.

Benjamin found it strange; hadn't it been explained before that the heads of these ghouls were the missing townspeople?

Should the townspeople claim the property themselves? Why did the argument occur?

When Art saw Benjamin, his eyes lit up and he immediately ran over:

"Lieutenant Hodgson, the matter is settled."

"It's all taken care of? So what are these people planning to do?"

Art shook his head helplessly: "These townspeople are all relatives of the deceased. They don't believe that their loved ones have become evil spirits. They think it's a curse on them. They think this is another of Avery's bad ideas to make money by charging people to identify the bodies."

"So, have you explained it?"

"We've said it before, but they didn't believe us. As for now..." Art turned to look at Avery, then turned back and smiled knowingly. "Seeing how helpless Avery looks, we're going to teach him a lesson. We'll explain when you arrive."

Okay, that's a good idea too.

Benjamin nodded and stepped forward.

"Oh my god, Lieutenant, come quick!"

Avery, as if he had seen a savior, rushed forward and grabbed Benjamin.

Seeing this, Robin's face turned cold, and he stared intently at Benjamin.

But in Benjamin's eyes, he was nothing more than impotent rage.

"Benjamin, what the hell are you planning to do? Why did you bring back the ghoul's head? And are you trying to turn them into rebels? Why aren't these guys listening to me anymore?"

"Don't rush, Lieutenant. Take it one step at a time. This was deliberately arranged by me to deal with those bastards from the monastery. They've ruined us all. Don't worry, these soldiers, including me, are all on your side."

Avery was stunned for a moment after hearing Benjamin's explanation; the frown on his face vanished instantly.

It was clear that although Avery had doubts, Benjamin's words made him secretly pleased, so he stopped interfering.

Benjamin turned around and looked at the group of townspeople.

For some reason, their expressions softened considerably when they saw it was Benjamin, despite their previous indignation and anger.

Perhaps it was their past actions that made them think they were trustworthy, after all, many people made a fortune in that incident of selling holy water cheaply.

Benjamin wasn't in a hurry to explain; he waited until the other person finished speaking, because arguing at that point would be pointless.

He stood tall at the entrance of the barracks.

Sometimes... silence is more powerful than aggression.