Chapter 119 2 What Bad Luck! If I Had Known It Would Have Rotted in the Ruins! [110]

Chapter 119 2. What bad luck! I should have rotted in the ruins! - [110]

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 pirates of Kite Man were very sleepy. Not only were they stressed by the fierce battle, but they were also naturally tired after the strengthening effect of the potion faded.

The group of people led by First Mate Gibbs fell asleep as soon as they returned to the temporary camp. Within a few minutes, they were snoring.

The pirates led by Jack were more numb and stressed on the mental level.

They were all wearing various kinds of armor. Not only were they hurt, but the "excitement" brought by close combat with dangerous ghouls and centaurs made these guys who were used to fighting with the wind very tired.

Of course, with the blessing of Mason's good weapons, strengthening potions and excellent armor, the final result was very good.

After wiping out three Centaur tribes and 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 to deal with the complaints of a group of pirates.

A big shot like him was always busy.

He had just finished the preliminary processing of the Green Goblin potion, and while waiting for some drug ingredients to be filtered by the centrifuge, he read the "action report" brought back by Kite Man and Jack.

"The effects of No. 1 and No. 4 enhancers are very good, and further research can be carried out. 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 combat effects of the four drugs with satisfaction, and picked up Jack's report to select three excellent smelting formulas for magic ores.

Then he looked at the two team members in front of him, thought for a moment and said to them:

"Choose ten people with outstanding performance and bring them back to Gotham. Jack will lead them to familiarize themselves with the environment as soon as possible, and Charles will arrange new identities and residences for them.

Try to choose the area near Glacier Avenue.

Crime Alley is also OK. The houses there are very cheap and the environment is mixed, which is very suitable for them to live in."

"Okay, boss."

The kite man nodded, and Captain Jack was relieved.

After all, he had promised his crew members that he would take them away. Pirates can be mean to outsiders, but they must be fair and just to their own people and do what they say, otherwise the captain's prestige will soon be lost.

"Aren't you going back with us?"

When he saw that Mason was not going to leave, Jack asked after picking up the small wine flask to moisten his mouth.

Mason shook his head and said:

"I still have some personal business to do. You go back first. I will rush back in the early morning. You'd better leave someone here to look after your crew, Jack.

Don't let them run around. This is to protect them.

There are more than centaurs and werewolves in this forest.

If we attract the trolls and giants in the deep forest, or provoke the group of zombie-like eight-eyed giant spiders, we will all die here."

"I understand."

Jack waved his hand and said:

"Gibbs will stay here. As long as there is enough good wine, my first mate is the most reliable."

After his team left, Mason stood up and 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 selected left and right, then rolled up his sleeves and took out Hagrid's hunting knife.

He planned to take this opportunity to practice skinning and collecting skills. He would not be able to do without enough raw materials if he wanted to develop the tailoring branch skills.

The Caribbean world contributed a lot of magic and voodoo threads, but magical leather was very rare. However, the Forbidden Forest was rich in such things, which was just complementary.

"Puff"

The sharp hunting knife pierced into the abdomen of the big 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 speed and let Mason quickly peel off a pretty good piece of leather.

"Successfully completed a fast·excellent craft·special alien creature skinning, and the proficiency of the collection branch increased by X20."

A familiar prompt jumped into his eyes, and Mason moved his hands with butcher gloves and apron, and walked towards the next "victim".

Most of the skins of these zombie creatures have been ulcerated and dehydrated, resulting in the quality of the leather generally being between standard and mediocre, and even excellent quality is rare.

But Mason was not disappointed.

Anyway, it was just a practice, and the finished product was not for him to wear, so it was not a big problem if it was ugly.

After tanning the leather with some alchemical mixture, he told the pirates to hang them up to air dry, and then Mason returned to the apartment to process the raw materials of the Green Magic Potion for the second time.

Finally, two hours before dawn, Mason sighed and sat 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 hold the weapons and ammunition needed for the operation.

It just so happens that Hogwarts' magic knowledge contains the drawings for making this kind of magic packet that does not require the Traceless Extension Spell and can be made with just some simple alchemical enchantments.

"Duh duh duh"

The sound of the young man stepping on the sewing machine came from the basement of the magic apartment, and the clear echo was somewhat filled with the sadness of tears behind bars.

Low-level magic threads are wound and nailed into the enchanted and cut soft leather, and it only takes a few minutes to sew the prototype of a small bag.

Then the inscription technique is used to give it the final treatment with special materials, and a magic packet with an internal space of 5X5X5 is completed.

There are very few items that can fit into this thing.

Moreover, it may be damaged in a severe collision. It is a "low-quality beggar's version" product in the category of magic luggage.

Any ambitious spellcaster or magic tailor would be ashamed of this.

But Mason never cared about that.

He only focused on the improvement of his tailoring skills that each low-quality small bag could bring to him. When he made the thirtieth low-quality small bag, Mason finally saw what he hoped for.

The tailoring branch skill is currently Lv1.

Unlock the manufacturing talent [Manual Repair], unlock the first aid talent [Quick Stitch]

Unlock the character trait [Saving Tailor: Double the proficiency when using lower than excellent quality materials for tailoring work. 】

"It's done."

Mason immediately stopped stepping on the sewing machine after seeing the official introduction to tailoring skills. He moved his hands and glanced outside the window. The darkest time was probably dozens of minutes before dawn.

It should be enough for him to finish the next thing.

The young man drank a cup of refreshing drink to make himself more energetic, and then took out the tattered remains of the branch school cap that was still stained with Miss McGonagall's hair from his luggage.

He took the dilapidated thing and washed it first, and then selected from his luggage the gray magic thread that was closest to the original material and color according to its original material, as well as a long length made of alchemical transformation. sewing needle.

Don’t underestimate this golden sewing needle!

In order to complete the sewing of the branch hat, Mason even enchanted it with a [sharpness] effect. This thing is already considered a magic weapon.

Give it to a certain undefeated lady from the East, and she can kill an entire city with this thing.

"Threading the needle."

Mason complained.

He began to twist his orchid fingers and thread the gray magic thread through the needle hole with a little clumsiness, then picked up the torn and shapeless branch school cap and began to sew it up.

He hadn't planned on sewing it 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 take notice.

He still remembers the "magic RAP" that started when he found this broken hat from the ruins and put it on his head.

The crazy mind in the branch hat obviously knows some inside information about the destruction of the world.

The information label clearly states that to perfectly repair the branch hat, you need Tailoring Level 7. Mason can't do it now, but it's not too difficult if you just "sew it up".

It only took Mason, who possesses the trait of "dexterity", to become familiar with the art of threading needles and threads in just a few minutes.

Under the bright light of the basement, Mason twisted his orchid fingers and quickly sewed the shabby pieces of cloth together according to his understanding and memory of the branch cap.

After pricking his finger for the fifth time, he realized he desperately needed a thimble.

This wizard's hat, which had existed for more than hundreds of years, was already in tatters. Under Mason's "free rein", it looked even worse when the last piece of rag was sewn up.

It was dusty and full of patches.

Although the color of the magic thread is similar, it can never simulate the weathered feel of the branch hat, and Mason's sewing skills are really not superb.

The stitches were surprisingly rough.

It looked like some inferior creation that Mason had picked up from the trash and had been abandoned by a wandering wizard.

To be honest, with the hat looking so unflattering now, even the wild dogs passing by and in need of urination probably wouldn't even take a glance at it if it was left on the roadside.

"But it's okay."

Mason bit off the silk thread in a retro style, put his "work" in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully, and then said "it's okay" against his will.

"Successfully completing a poor craft and epic item stitching, the tailoring branch proficiency will not be improved."

The prompt of increasing proficiency jumped in front of him, making Mason sigh.

However, no matter how tattered the branch branch hat was, it was still sewn up. Mason looked at the gray wizard's pointed hat in front of him, holding it in his hands and waiting for it to speak.

But waiting left and right means not seeing the beginning of the other party.

A few minutes later, Mason gritted his teeth and put this thing on his head. Sure enough, the branch hat started to move strangely the moment it came into contact with Mason's head.

It was "squirming" in Mason's hair like some awakened living creature, seemingly adjusting its size and shape to fit perfectly in Mason's head.

This process is very uncomfortable, like sticking your head into the mouth of a crocodile.

After a full minute, the young man felt that the hat was stuck tightly on his forehead. He tried to pull it but it couldn't be pulled at all.

"Whoops, whoops, the day when the Broken Cap is re-stitched, when the dark secret is revealed! Hogwarts, I'm back! The only witness is back!"

The sharp and crazy voice that had appeared before sounded again.

It was like a half-crazy old man howling. The most bizarre thing was that the sound appeared directly in Mason's mind. It was the "activated thinking" given by the branch hat that was directly talking to Mason's spirit.

It was as if it had been awakened after sleeping for a long time, with a hint of wake-up energy in its weakness. It said:

"First let me see which kind gentleman sewed me up. Ah!"

Before Branch Hat finished speaking, he let out a scream that made Mason's head hurt. He was frightened as if he had woken up and saw an indescribable thing in front of his eyes.

Then it fell silent, seeming to be thinking about the current situation.

A few seconds later he let out another intrusive and furious scream, this time with more or less intense anger.

"You! You little tailor with pig's hooves! Quickly dismantle me! Look what you have sewn my body into!"

It is so vulgar and inferior, it is better for me to continue to maintain that half-dead state.

If wizards saw this, they would be laughed at to death. Even Muggles would laugh at my downfall and misery. Ah, the nightmare of world destruction is not over yet. It has awakened my lord again through your terrifying skills. nightmare.

you!

You are the jailer sent by the Destroyers of Worlds to torture me on purpose, right?

What a crazy punishment! "

"Shut up! You're too noisy."

Mason grabbed the branch cap that kept shaking on his head, screaming and complaining loudly, and tried to pull it off.

He scolded and exerted force, but the young man ignored that his current strength was far beyond that of ordinary people. After several pulls, the threads of the old hat that had just been sewn began to break again.

This scares the crazy branch hat.

It immediately shouted:

"Stop! Stop! Stop tearing, it's going to pieces! My riddled and tortured body is going to pieces! Oh, I'm going to burst! No, little tailor, stop.

I won't complain about your poor skills anymore.

Let's talk about it. "

"Isn't this enough? I have to cry like a ghost."

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 you beautifully and become the most gorgeous hat in this world, no, in all the worlds, okay?

You can oversee this process.

You can even teach me how to sew you better, I promise, I will be a good student. "

"Oh, look at this young man, playing tricks on me, a poor old man."

The sharp corner of the branch hat bent, and he said sarcastically:

"If you had known who my last master was, you wouldn't have said such ridiculous and petty words. Of course, I also have to accept your favor for retrieving me from the ruins and sewing me up.

I will teach you.

The premise is that you can really learn it.

But before that, I have something more important to tell you. "

The activated branch cap 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 mind, you may really be the person sent here by fate. It's a pity that you came a little late.

The destroyers have completed their work, my world and my friends are dead.

Now the only way to go is revenge.

Remember what I said to you before I fell asleep? Mason.

A contract about revenge.

You have signed a contract with me, and you will help me complete the final revenge of the last witness in this world.

Not just to those enemies!

And those traitors. "

"Um?"

Mason raised his eyebrows and said:

"Traitor? You mean, before the Destroyer of Worlds entered here, there were already their henchmen among wizards and Muggles?"

"Yes, they betrayed everyone to survive!"

The branch hat said in a sinister tone:

"Durmstrang, Ilvermorny, and the Shinto Magic Institute, the three magic schools that should have stood with us, have already joined the side of destruction.

They joined you before the end, and I've seen tattoos like yours on their arms.

Find them, Mason.

Kill them!

This world has been ruined, and no matter how much you torture them, they cannot bring back the good old days, but as the bearers of the sin of betrayal, they should sink into hell with us, the dead.

And suffer eternal damnation there!

They deserve it!

We deserve it too! "

"I can not do it."

Mason decisively refused:

"I'm having trouble protecting myself now."

"Uh-huh, of course you can't do it, young man, but I will help you."

The pointed hat looked like an old man, he laughed and said:

"I will also give you a gift. Come, put your hand into my belly, hold it, hold the broken sword of revenge, and I will give you more when it drinks blood.

It's getting late, let's start hunting.

Wizard Hunter Mason Cooper. "