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

Inside the police station, playing cards and silver coins were mixed together on the "card table."

But there was no time to care.

Benjamin stood ramrod straight.

He was wearing an oversized, knee-length black robe and knee-length riding breeches.

He was holding a flintlock pistol in his hand.

Avery gently straightened Benjamin's collar with both hands, his expression kind and gentle:

"Listen, Benjamin, no one in Windhowl Town dares to mess with the Guard. From now on, you're not just a merchant from afar, you're one of us. We apologize for our poor intelligence, which allowed your good intentions to be desecrated by that damned, lecherous priest at the monastery!"

But don't worry, justice will prevail. Come on, guys, let's teach those cultists a lesson!

Benjamin nodded.

"The answer should be, sir!"

"Yes, sir!"

Benjamin breathed a sigh of relief; he had finally become a member of the guard.

All of this is thanks to the short Indian servant, Abi.

Abby appears to be Avery's servant.

With Abi's explanation, Avery quickly assembled the guard regiment.

Under the solemn gaze of dozens of people, Avery hastily swore an oath of office to Benjamin.

Good guy,

From donning the black robe to having a gun ready, it took less than two minutes.

Avery was genuinely anxious.

At Avery's command, the imposing guard regiment marched toward the Crossroads.

Along the way, shops closed down one after another.

Passersby would avoid the area if they could, and everyone was afraid of being hit when they saw the rows of gun barrels above the guards' heads.

The guards marched steadily and with imposing momentum.

The monastery entrance was no longer bustling with activity; instead, it was unusually quiet.

Standing at the door were two men dressed as priests; one was Father Robin, and the other was someone he didn't recognize.

His hair was completely white, wrinkles were etched on his brow, and he looked at the guards approaching with a fierce expression, his face full of worry.

Judging from his demeanor and attire, Benjamin was certain that his status was higher than Father Robin's.

Benjamin was put in front by Avery.

After the guards took their positions, Avery stepped forward.

"Lieutenant Avery..."

"Vice Dean Gordon, now that you've come forward, you must know the general situation. This is Mr. Hord, a new member of my guard."

Vice Dean Gordon frowned, and Father Robin, who was standing next to him, wanted to say something, but was glared at and shut up.

"I understand. Someone just told me that this is a difficult thing to talk about, but it is indeed my fault for neglecting my duties. These women of Lywood are very pitiful. They were too hasty in becoming nuns..."

Upon hearing this, Avery raised his large hand and said, "Stop! I don't understand any of what you're saying, and I don't have time to tell you stories. I'd rather use that energy to take my men outside the city walls and deal with a few evil spirits that have escaped from the crypts. Our guard unit values ​​efficiency. I'm only concerned with how you plan to resolve this conflict."

Vice Dean Gordon sighed and gave Father Robin a wink.

"Dean, are you sure? That man is a fraud!" Father Robin said, pointing at Benjamin.

"Damn it! You're deaf! How dare you insult members of the guard!"

As soon as Avery finished speaking, a whooshing sound rang out, and a row of pistols shifted ninety degrees and aimed at him.

"Shut up, Robin!" Vice Dean Gordon sighed, looking at Avery. "Lieutenant, are you sure things are beyond repair?"

"Gordon, I've already given you plenty of face. We'll keep to ourselves, that was agreed beforehand!"

"Sigh... give it to me."

After saying that, Vice Dean Gordon turned around and stopped participating in the fight.

Father Robin gritted his teeth and, in full view of everyone, handed over the money bag.

Benjamin knew perfectly well that Jeff, who was hiding in the corner, must have already leaked the information when they were just gathering their forces.

So this bag full of money is actually the fictitious £200!

Vice Dean Gordon was a smart man; it was obvious at a glance that he was extremely shrewd and knew that reasoning with the guards was pointless, so it was better to let the results speak for themselves.

This actually saves the potential casualties and breakdowns that might occur in the process.

After all, offending the guards is not a good idea if you want to keep the monastery running smoothly in Windhowl Town.

How delightful! In just one afternoon, they ate and took so much that the monastery was left spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Avery weighed the money bag in his hand, his face beaming with joy.

He waved his hand, and everyone behind him pointed their guns at the sky again.

"Vice Abbot Gordon, thank you for your support. I promise this matter ends here. Whatever your monastery does from now on is entirely up to you."

"..." Vice Dean Gordon nodded, his back to Avery.

"Let's go."

The sounds of heavy robes and trousers rubbing together echoed, and the parts on the gun grips made a crisp, clanging noise.

The entire guard returned the way they came, their faces beaming with the joy of victory.

Benjamin won this battle.

But he also knew that the next battle was coming soon.

This incident has completely offended the monastery, and his future in the guard regiment will not be easy.

This Avery only cares about money, and he can't even get enough to eat.

In his eyes, those with money are brothers, and those without money are dogs.

For example, he was still staring at the money pouch at his waist.

Now we'll see how long the 200 pounds he just snatched from the priest will last...

"Benjamin, I suddenly remembered, what kind of business are you planning to do in Windhowl? I might be able to help."

Before he could even catch his breath after a period of success, Benjamin faced a new challenge: he knew his boss wanted a piece of the pie in the business...

His choice was...

[Virtue: Make an excuse to get out of it, and escape the trouble under the cover of darkness, +12%]

[Torture: Continue the lie, become a member of the guard, and focus on improving your strength, +12%]

Enhance strength

Benjamin certainly wanted that too.

After all this turmoil, he finally understood that there was no right or wrong in choosing between virtue and torment.

As long as it solves the immediate problem and brings benefits to oneself, that's fine.

However, it would certainly be better to choose virtue, as it would increase the chances of success when facing evil spirits in the future.

After all, this journal is meant to make him a legendary exorcist.

Exorcism...

correct!

Benjamin recalled what he had seen in "The Exorcism Manual" before.

As mentioned above, the motivations for exorcism are varied: some do it to protect human civilization, some for revenge, and some see it as a life mission.

A large part of the reason is because the underground caves contain abundant energy and mineral resources!

Even some evil spirits carry precious equipment and materials.

For a moment, it was as if he had suddenly realized something.

"Exorcism..."

"Huh? What?"

"Exorcism. The main products of the Hord family are resources from underground caves and materials from evil spirits. As long as you get your hands on them, you can get a considerable return."

After Benjamin finished speaking, he looked at Avery, who was deep in thought. He knew that this business would not only make money, but also allow him to grow under his new identity.

This is much more effective than the previous version's futile attempt to rely on its own hard work.

Benjamin devised a win-win strategy that would allow Avery to earn money while he could hone his exorcism skills. In order to become a legendary exorcist, Benjamin chose to dance with wolves—through torment.

[Torment, progress in accumulating nutrients: 18%]