The Forbidden Forest is always quiet at night, but tonight is an exception.

At three o'clock in the middle of the night, the pirates who had gone out to "hunt" finally returned with their "prey".

The Kite Man's team of pirates were very sleepy, not only from the stress of the fierce battles, but also from the natural exhaustion caused by the enhanced effects of the potions.

As soon as the first mate Gibbs returned to the makeshift camp, a group of men fell asleep, and within a few minutes there was snoring all over the floor.

And the team of pirates led by Jack is more of a mental numb and stress.

They are all wearing a variety of armor, not only are they heartbroken, but the "excitement" brought by hand-to-hand combat with dangerous ghouls and centaurs makes these guys who are used to fighting with the wind very tired.

Of course, with Mason's good weapons, power-up potions, and excellent armor, the end result is good.

After exterminating three centaur tribes in a row, and a group of zombie werewolf "robbers" who wandered around in the middle of the night, only a few fools were injured.

Although not a single one died, everyone complained about the action.

But Mason didn't have time to listen to the complaints of a group of pirates.

Big people like him are always busy to death.

This would have just finished the initial processing of the Green Goblin potion, and while waiting for some of the drug ingredients to be layered and filtered by the centrifuge, the "action report" brought back by the Kite Man and Jack was recalled.

"The effect of No. 1 and No. 4 boosters is very good, and further research can be carried out, can No. 2 and No. 3 actually cause acute dysentery and malignant skin diseases?

Those two formulas can be discarded."

Mason looked at the actual combat effects of the four drugs with satisfaction, and picked up Jack's report and screened out the smelting recipes of 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 who have performed well are selected to be brought back to Gotham, Jack will lead them to familiarize themselves with the environment as soon as possible, and Charles will arrange a new identity and residence for them.

Try to choose the vicinity of Glacier Boulevard.

Crime Alley is also fine, the houses are cheap and the environment is very suitable for them."

"Okay, Boss."

The kite man nodded, and Captain Jack breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, he had promised his crew that he would take them away, and he could be a pirate to outsiders, but he had to be fair and just to his own people and do what he said, otherwise the captain's prestige would soon be disgraced.

"Won't you come back with us?"

When he saw that Mason was not going to leave, Jack, who picked up a small flask and moistened his mouth, asked.

Mason shook his head and said:

"I still have some personal business to do, you guys go back first, I'll be back in the early morning." You'd better leave someone here to keep your crew in charge, Jack.

Don't let them run around, it's to protect them.

There are more than centaurs and werewolves in this forest.

If we lure the trolls and giants from the depths of the woods, or provoke the zombie colony of eight-eyed spiders, we'll all die here."

"I understand."

Jack waved his hand and said:

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

After his team left, Mason stood up and glanced at the centrifuge before exiting the enchanted apartment to the large flat at the back of the room.

The corpses of centaurs and werewolves dragged back by the pirates are piled up here, and these are relatively intact trophies that have been selected.

Mason picked left and right, then rolled up his sleeve and pulled out Hagrid's hunting knife.

He planned to take the opportunity to practice the art of peeling and gathering, and then he had to punch the tailor's branch skills, and he couldn't do it without enough raw materials.

The Caribbean world has contributed a lot of magic and voodoo threads, but the leather with magical power is very rare, but the Forbidden Forest is rich in this kind of thing.

"Poof"

The sharp hunting knife stabbed into the abdomen of the large zombie centaur chief in front of him, slicing along the central axis.

The Giant Hunting Knife, which Hagrid had already used to peel skins, sped up the gathering and allowed Mason to quickly peel off a decent piece of leather.

"Successfully complete a quick, excellent craft, special xenomorph creature skinning, and increase the proficiency of the Gathering branch by X20."

The familiar cue jumped into view, and Mason moved his hands with butcher's gloves and apron before moving on to the next "victim".

Most of the skin of these zombie creatures has festered and dehydrated, resulting in a general range of leather quality between standard and mediocre, and even very few good quality.

But Mason wasn't disappointed.

Anyway, it's all hand practice, and the finished product is not worn by him anyway, so it's ugly, and it's not a big problem.

After tanning the leather with some alchemical concoction and telling the pirates to hang it up to dry, Mason returned to the apartment to process the Green Magic Elixir's ingredients a second time.

Finally, two hours before dawn, Mason sighed and sat down in front of the sewing machine that had disappointed him so many times.

Now that the backbone of the Servants is being built, Mason, as a responsible captain and leader, has decided to make some improvised magic bags for his Servants as well.

The interior space doesn't need to be too large, but it needs to be able to fit the weapons and ammunition needed for the operation.

It just so happens that Hogwarts' knowledge of magic includes the blueprint for making this magic packet that can be made with a simple alchemy enchantment without the need for a Traceless Extension Charm.

"Aggressive"

The sound of the young man stepping on the sewing machine came from the basement of the magic apartment, and it reverberated crisply, with a touch of sadness behind bars.

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

Then, using inscription techniques, it was put to the finishing touches with special materials, and a magic bag with an interior space of 5X5X5 was made.

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

And it may be damaged in a violent collision, which belongs to the "low-quality reduced beggar version" of the magic bag.

Anyone who has a bit of a quest for spellcasters and magic tailors will be ashamed of it.

But Mason never cared about that.

He only had the improvement of his tailoring skills that each inferior bag could bring to himself, and when he made the thirtieth inferior bag, Mason finally jumped out of what he hoped for. ….

The Tailor Branch skill is currently Lv1.

Unlock the Manufacturing Talent [Manual Repair] and the First Aid Talent [Quick Stitching]

Unlocks the character trait [Saver Tailor: Double your proficiency when using materials of lower quality than good quality for tailoring work. 】

"It's finished."

Mason immediately stopped stepping on the sewing machine after seeing that the tailoring skills were officially introduced, and he moved his hands to look at the darkest day outside the window, and it was about a dozen minutes before dawn.

It should be enough for him to do the rest.

The young man gave himself a refreshing drink, and then pulled out the tattered remains of Miss McGonagall's school hat from his bag.

He took the worn-out object and washed it first, and then selected the closest gray magic thread to its original material and color from his bag according to its original material, as well as a long sewing needle made from alchemy.

Don't underestimate this golden sewing needle!

In order to complete the stitching of the school hat, Mason also specially enchanted it with a [sharp] effect, which is already considered a magic weapon.

Give it to some undefeated lady in the East, and she can kill an entire city with it.

"Threading the needle..."

Mason complained.

Begin to twist the orchid finger and slightly clumsily thread the gray magic thread into the pinhole, then pick it up

The shredded and disfigured school cap began to be stitched together.

He hadn't intended to sew this thing up so quickly.

was reminded by the other party when chatting with Zakang before, saying that this hat had established some mysterious connection with himself, which made Mason fall in love.

He still remembers the "magic rap" he caused when he found the torn hat from the rubble and put it on his head.

The crazy mind in the school hat clearly knows some inside story about the destruction of the world.

The information tab clearly states that tailor Lv7 is required to perfectly repair the school hat, which Mason can't do right now, but it's not too difficult to just "sew it up".

It only took a few minutes for Mason, who has the characteristics of "skillful", to become familiar with the art of threading the needle.

In the bright light of the basement, Mason twisted his orchid fingers and quickly sewed together the worn pieces of cloth according to his own understanding and memory of the school hat.

On his fifth finger prick, he found himself in desperate need of a thimble.

The wizard's hat, which had been in existence for hundreds of years, was already in tatters, and under Mason's "free play", it looked even worse when the last rag was sewn together.

It's dusty and patched.

The magic threads, though similar in color, don't always simulate the weathered feel of a school hat, and Mason's sewing skills are really not superb.

The stitches are amazingly rough.

It looked like some shoddy creature that Mason had picked up from the garbage heap and had been abandoned by a wandering wizard.

To tell the truth, with this hat now not flattering, it is thrown on the side of the road, and even the wild dogs passing by and anxious to urinate will probably not look at it.

"But it's okay."

Mason bit off the silk thread very retro, put his "work" in front of him and looked at it carefully, and then said "okay" evaluation very contrary to his will. ….

"Successfully complete a Shoddy Craft: Epic Item Stitching, and the Tailor's Branch proficiency does not increase."

The hint of proficiency improvement jumped into front of him, and Mason sighed.

However, the not-so-tattered school hat was still sewn up, and Mason looked at the gray wizard's pointed hat in front of him, holding it in both hands and waiting for it to speak.

But waiting left and right is not seeing each other at the beginning.

A few minutes later, Mason gritted his teeth and put it on his head. Sure enough, the moment it touched Mason's head, the school hat began to move strangely.

It "squirmed" in Mason's hair like some awakened creature, as if adjusting its size and shape to fit Mason's head perfectly.

The process is very uncomfortable, like sticking your head into a crocodile's mouth.

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

"Woohoo, woohoo, the day the broken hat is sewn again, when the dark secrets are revealed! Hogwarts, I'm back! The only witness is back!"

The high-pitched, crazy voice that had been heard once before rang out again.

It was like a half-crazy old man howling, and the most bizarre thing was that the voice appeared directly in Mason's mind, and it was the "activated mind" given to him by the school hat that was in direct dialogue with Mason's spirit.

It was as if it had been awakened after a long sleep, and with a hint of wake-up in its weakness, it said:

"Let's see which kind gentleman sewed me up... Ahh

Before he could finish his words, he let out a scream that hurt Mason's skull, and he was as frightened as if he had woken up and saw an unspeakable mass appear in front of his eyes.

Then it fell silent, as if pondering the current situation.

A few seconds later, there was another oozing and angry scream, this time with a bit of intense rage.

"You! You little tailor with pig's trotters! Tear down Ben-sama! look at

Look what the hell you've sewn Ben-sama's body into!

It's so vulgar and so inferior, it's better for Lord Ben to continue to maintain that half-dead state.

If this is seen by wizards it will be laughed at to death, even Muggles will laugh at Lord Ben's dejection and misery, ah, the nightmare of destruction is not over, it has awakened Ben-sama's nightmare once again with your terrible skills.

You!

You're the jailer that those worldbreakers deliberately sent to torment me, right?

What a mad punishment!"

"Shut up! You're too noisy."

Mason grabbed the school hat that was constantly shaking around his head with both hands, still screaming and complaining, trying to rip it off.

He scolded, but the young man ignored that his current strength was far from being comparable to that of ordinary people, and after a few pulls, the worn-out hat that had just been sewn appeared to open again.

This frightened the mad school hat.

It immediately shouted:

"Stop! Stop it! Don't tear anymore, it's going to break! My tormented and tormented body is about to break! Ah, I'm going to crack! No, little tailor, stop. ….

I'm not going to complain about your terrible skills anymore.

Let's talk."

"Isn't that enough? I have to cry wolf."

Mason rolled his eyes and said:

"Don't worry, I know I'm not a good tailor right now, but I'll keep practicing.

When I become a master tailor, I promise to restore you to the best in this world, no, the most gorgeous hat in all of them, okay?

You can supervise the process.

You can even teach me how to stitch you better, and I promise, I'll be a good student."

"Oh, look at this young man, playing tricks in front of my poor old man."

The sharp corners of the school hat bent a little, and said sarcastically:

"If you had known who your last master was, you wouldn't have said such ridiculous and cautious words. Of course, Lord Ben also has to promise you to bring me back from the ruins and sew me up.

I'll teach you.

If you really know how to learn.

But before that, Lord Ben has something more important to tell you."

The revitalized school hat stopped.

It seemed to examine Mason's inner self in its own way, and after a dozen 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 who was sent here by fate, but unfortunately you came a little late.

The Destroyers have accomplished their mission, and both my world and my friends are dead.

Now there is only revenge to go all the way.

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

A pact of revenge...

You have made a pact with me to help me complete the final revenge of the last witness of this world.

And not just to those enemies!

And the traitors."

"Huh?"

Mason raised an eyebrow and said:

"Traitor? You mean, before the Worldbreakers entered here, wizards and Muggles had their doglegs?"

"Yes, they betrayed everyone for their lives!"

The branch hat said in a gloomy tone:

"Durmstrong, Ilvermorny, Shinto Magic... The three magic academies that were supposed to be with us took refuge in the side of destruction early.

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

Find them, Mason.

Kill them!

The world is ruined, and no amount of torture can bring back the good old days, but as a burden for the sin of betrayal

He should also sink into hell with us, the dead.

And there you will suffer an eternal curse!

They deserve it!

We deserve it!"

"I can't do it."

Mason decisively refused:

"I'm a little bit of a self-protecting."

"Woohoo, of course you can't, but young man, but I'll help you."

Like an old man, the pointed hat smiled and said:

"I'll give you a gift... Come, put your hand in my belly, hold it, hold the broken sword of vengeance, and I'll give you more when it drinks blood.

It's not too early, let's start hunting.

Wizard hunter Mason Cooper.".

Handsome dog Frank