Volume 3: The Nameless Chapter 2 What bad luck! If I had known it would rot in the ruins!
The Forbidden Forest is always quiet at night, but tonight is an exception.
At three o'clock in the morning, the pirates who went out "hunting" finally returned with their "prey".
The Kite Man's team of pirates were very sleepy. Not only were they stressed by the intense battle, but they were also naturally exhausted after the strengthening effects of the potions wore off.
A group of people led by First Mate Gibbs fell asleep as soon as they returned to the temporary camp, and within a few minutes the whole place was filled with snoring.
The team of pirates led by Jack suffered more from mental numbness and pressure.
They were all wearing various kinds of armor and not only were they hurt, but the "excitement" of close combat with dangerous ghouls and centaurs made these guys who were used to fighting with the wind very tired.
Of course with Mason's good weapons, strengthening potions and excellent armor the final result was great.
After wiping out three Centaur tribes in succession and also killing a group of zombie werewolf "robbers" who were wandering around in the middle of the night, only a few idiots were injured.
Although no one died, everyone complained about the action.
But Lord Mason had no time for the complaints of a bunch of pirates.
Big shots like him are always busy as hell.
He had just completed the initial processing of the Green Goblin potion. While waiting for some of the drug ingredients to be filtered through the centrifuge, he began to read the "Action Report" brought back by Kite Man and Jack.
“The effects of No. 1 and No. 4 enhancers are very good and can be further studied. Can No. 2 and No. 3 actually cause acute dysentery and malignant skin diseases?
Then these two formulas can be discarded."
Mason looked at the actual effects of the four medicines with satisfaction, then picked up Jack's report and screened out the smelting formulas for three excellent magic ores.
Then he looked at the two team members in front of him, thought for a moment and said to them:
“Ten people with outstanding performance will be selected and brought back to Gotham. Jack will lead them to familiarize themselves with the environment as quickly as possible, and Charles will arrange new identities and residences for them.
Try to choose a location near Glacier Avenue.
Crime Alley is also OK, the houses there are cheap and the environment is mixed, which is suitable for them to live in."
"Okay, boss."
The Kite Man nodded, and Captain Jack breathed a sigh of relief.
After all, he had promised his crew members that he would take them away. Pirates can be despicable to outsiders, but they must be fair and just to their own people and keep their promises, otherwise the captain's prestige will soon be lost.
"Aren't you going back with us?"
Seeing that Mason was not about to leave, Jack asked after moistening his mouth with the wine flask.
Mason shook his head and said:
"I have some personal business to attend to. You should go back first. I will be back in the early hours of the morning. You'd better leave someone here to look after your crew, Jack.
Don't let them run around, this is for their protection.
There are more than just centaurs and werewolves in this woods.
If we attract the monsters and giants from the deep forest, or provoke the group of zombie-like acromantula, we will all die here."
"I know."
Jack waved his hand and said:
"Gibbs will stay here, and as long as there is enough good wine, my first mate is the most reliable."
After his team members left, Mason stood up, looked at the operating time of the centrifuge, then walked out of the magic apartment and came to the large flat ground behind the house.
The bodies of the centaurs and werewolves dragged back by the pirates were piled here. These were all selected and relatively intact trophies.
Mason looked around, then rolled up his sleeves and took out Hagrid's hunting knife.
He planned to take this opportunity to practice skinning and gathering skills. He wanted to pursue the tailoring branch skill next, but he couldn't do it without sufficient raw materials.
The Caribbean world contributed a large amount of various magic and voodoo threads, but magical leather was very rare. However, the Forbidden Forest was rich in this kind of thing, which was a perfect complement.
"puff"
The sharp hunting knife pierced into the abdomen of the huge zombie Centaur Chieftain in front of him and cut along the central axis.
This giant hunting knife, which was originally used by Hagrid for skinning, could speed up the collection process, allowing Mason to quickly peel off a pretty good piece of leather.
"Successfully completed a fast, excellent, special alien skinning, and the proficiency of the gathering branch increased by x20."
A familiar reminder popped up in his eyes, and Mason flexed his hands, which were wearing butcher gloves and apron, and walked towards the next "victim".
The skin of these zombie creatures is mostly rotten and dehydrated, resulting in the quality of their leather being generally between standard and mediocre, with very few of them having excellent quality.
But Mason was not disappointed.
It's just for practice anyway, and he won't be the one to wear the finished product, so it doesn't matter if it's a little ugly.
After tanning the leather with some alchemical mixture and instructing the pirates to hang it up to dry, Mason returned to the apartment to carry out a second processing of the raw materials for the Green Goblin potion.
Finally, two hours before dawn, Mason sighed and sat down in front of the sewing machine that had disappointed him many times before.
Now the backbone of the vassal army is being built. As a responsible captain and leader, Mason decided to make some simple magic bags for his vassal army.
The internal space does not need to be too large, but it must be able to accommodate the weapons and ammunition needed for the operation.
It just so happened that Hogwarts' magical knowledge included drawings for making this kind of magic bag that did not require the Traceless Extension Charm and could be made with just some simple alchemical enchantments.
"Dudududu"
The sound of a young man operating a sewing machine came from the basement of the magic apartment. The clear echo carried a hint of sadness of tears behind bars.
Low-grade magic silk threads were wound and nailed into the enchanted and cut soft leather, and it only took a few minutes to sew out the prototype of a small bag.
Then use inscription techniques and special materials to give it the final processing, and a magic bag with an internal space of 5X5X5 is completed.
This thing can hold very few items.
Moreover, it may be damaged in a violent collision, and is a "low-quality, reduced-specification, beggar version" of the magic bag.
Any spellcaster or magical tailor with a bit of ambition would be ashamed of this.
But Mason never cared about that.
He only focused on the improvement in his tailoring skills that each low-quality bag could bring. When he made the 30th low-quality bag, Mason finally saw what he wanted.
The tailoring branch skill is currently at Lv1.
Unlocks the manufacturing talent [Manual Repair], unlocks the first aid talent [Quick Suture]
Unlock character trait [Effortless Tailor: When using materials below excellent quality for tailoring, proficiency is doubled. 】
"It's done."
Mason stopped operating the sewing machine immediately after seeing that he had officially mastered the tailoring skills. He stretched his hands and glanced out the window. It was the darkest time of the day and there were still dozens of minutes left before dawn.
It should be enough for him to complete the next task.
The young man drank a glass of refreshing potion to make himself feel refreshed, and then took out the tattered remains of the school cap stained with Miss Magg's hair from his luggage.
He washed the tattered thing first, and then selected from his bag a gray magic thread that was closest to its original material and color, as well as a long sewing needle made by alchemical transformation.
Don’t underestimate this golden sewing needle!
In order to complete the sewing of the school cap, Mason specially enchanted it with a [Sharp] effect. This thing can be considered a magic weapon.
Give it to a certain Ms. Invincible, and she can use it to kill a whole city.
"Threading the needle..."
Mason complained.
She began to use her orchid finger to clumsily thread the gray magic thread into the needle hole, then picked up the school cap that had been torn into pieces and began to sew it up.
He hadn't intended to sew this thing up so quickly.
It was when he was chatting with Zha Kang before that he was reminded by the other party that this hat had established some mysterious connection with him, which made Mason pay attention to it.
He still remembers the "magic rap" that occurred when he put on the broken hat he found in the ruins.
The crazy mind in the branch hat obviously knows some inside information about the destruction of the world.
The information tag clearly states that in order to perfectly repair the branch cap, a tailor at level 7 is required, which Mason cannot do right now, but it is actually not too difficult to just "sew it up".
Mason, who possessed the [Dexterous Hands] trait, mastered the technique of threading a needle in just a few minutes.
Under the bright light in the basement, Mason twirled his fingers and quickly sewed the tattered pieces of cloth together according to his understanding and memory of the school cap.
After pricking his finger for the fifth time, he found himself in desperate need of a thimble.
This wizard hat, which has been in existence for more than hundreds of years, was already tattered. Under Mason's "free play", it looked even worse when the last piece of cloth was sewn together.
It was gray and full of patches.
Although the color of the magic thread is similar, it can never simulate the weathered feeling of the school cap, and Mason's sewing skills are really not superb.
The stitching was surprisingly rough.
It looked like some inferior creation that Mason had picked up from a garbage dump and had been abandoned by a wandering wizard.
To be honest, given the disgraceful look of this hat, if you throw it on the side of the road, even a stray dog passing by in a hurry to pee probably won't even look at it.
"But it's okay."
Mason bit off the thread in a very retro way, then put his "work" in front of his eyes to examine it carefully, and then said "it's okay" against his will.
"Successfully completed a low-quality epic item stitching, but the proficiency in tailoring branch did not increase."
The notification of increased proficiency jumped into his eyes, and Mason sighed.
But no matter how tattered the wizard's hat was, it was still sewn up. Mason looked at the gray pointed hat in front of him, holding it in both hands and waiting for it to speak.
But no matter how long I waited, the other party never made a move.
A few minutes later, Mason gritted his teeth and put it on his head. Sure enough, the moment the hat touched Mason's head, it began to move strangely.
It "crawled" on Mason's hair like some awakened living creature, seeming to adjust its size and shape to fit perfectly on Mason's head.
The process is extremely uncomfortable and is like putting your head into a crocodile's mouth.
After a full minute, the young man felt that the hat was stuck tightly on his forehead. He tried to pull it but couldn't move it at all.
"Ah, ah, when the broken hat is sewn again, the dark secret is revealed! Hogwarts, I am back! The only witness is back!"
The sharp and crazy voice that appeared once before rang out again.
It sounded like a half-crazy old man howling. The most bizarre thing was that the sound came directly from Mason's mind. It was the "activated thinking" given to the branch hat that was directly communicating with Mason's spirit.
It was like being awakened after a long sleep, and it was a bit grouchy in its weakness. It said:
"First, let me see which kind gentleman sewed me up...ah!"
Before the Branching Hat could finish its words, it let out a scream that made Mason's head hurt. He was frightened, just like when he woke up and saw an indescribable thing appear in front of him.
Then it fell silent, seemingly thinking about the current situation.
A few seconds later, another creepy and angry scream was heard, this time with a stronger sense of anger.
"You! You little tailor with pig's trotters! Take me apart! Look at what a horrible shape you have made my body into!
It's so vulgar and so low, it's better for me to continue in that half-dead state.
If wizards saw this, they would laugh to death. Even Muggles would laugh at my desolation and misery. Ah, the nightmare of world destruction is not over yet. It has awakened my nightmare again through your terrible skills.
you!
You're the jailer those world destroyers sent to torture me, right?
What a cruel punishment! "
"Shut up! You're being too loud."
Mason grabbed the school , trying to pull it off.
He scolded and exerted force at the same time, but the young man ignored the fact that his current strength was far beyond that of an ordinary person. After several pulls, the tattered hat that had just been sewn began to unravel again.
This frightened the crazy branch hat.
It immediately shouted:
"Stop! Stop! Stop tearing it, it's going to break! My broken and tortured body is going to break! Oh, I'm going to burst! No, little tailor, stop.
I will stop complaining about your poor technique.
Let’s talk about it.”
"Isn't that enough? You have to make ghosts howl and scream like wolves."
Mason rolled his eyes and said:
“Don’t worry, I know I’m not a good tailor now, but I will continue to practice my craft.
When I become a master tailor, I promise to repair your hat beautifully and make it the most gorgeous hat in the world, no, in all the worlds, okay?
You can monitor the process.
You can even teach me how to sew you up better. I promise, I will be a good student."
"Oh, look at this young man, trying to play tricks on a poor old man like me."
The corner of the school cap was bent, and he said sarcastically:
"If you knew who my last master was, you wouldn't say such ridiculous and petty words. Of course, I also want to thank you for finding me from the ruins and sewing me up.
I will teach you.
The premise is that you really can learn it.
But before that, I have something more important to tell you."
The activated branch hat paused.
It seemed to be examining Mason's inner self in its own way. After more than ten seconds of silence, it sighed and said:
“Well, with a warm and kind heart and a wise and calm brain, you may really be the one sent here by fate. It’s a pity that you came a little late.
The destroyers have done their work, my world and my friends are dead.
Now the only way out is revenge.
Remember what I told you before I fell asleep, Mason?
About the Pact of Vengeance...
You have signed a contract with me, and you must help me complete the final revenge of the last witness of this world.
Not just to those enemies!
And the traitors."
"Um?"
Mason raised his eyebrows and said:
"Traitor? You mean, before the World Destroyer entered here, their lackeys had already appeared among wizards and Muggles?"
"Yes, they betrayed everyone just to survive!"
The school hat said in a gloomy tone:
"Drmstrang, Ilvermorny, and the Shinto Institute of Magic...the three magic schools that should have stood with us have already joined the side of destruction.
They joined you before the apocalypse, and I've seen the same tattoos on their arms as you do.
Find them, Mason.
Kill them!
This world is ruined, and no matter how much we torture them, we cannot bring back the good old days. However, as the bearers of the sin of betrayal, they should also sink into hell with us, the dead.
And there they will suffer eternal damnation!
This is what they deserve!
We deserve it too!"
"I can not do it."
Mason refused decisively:
"I am having a hard time protecting myself now."
"Woohoo, of course you can't do that young man, but I will help you."
The man in the pointed hat laughed like an old man and said:
"I will give you another gift... Come, reach out your hand and put it into my belly, hold it, hold the broken sword of revenge, and when it drinks blood, I will give you more.
It’s getting late, let’s start hunting.
Witch Hunter Mason Cooper."
